Gert Strydom

Veteran Poet - 1,639 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Gert Strydom Poems

41. A Farewell Lay For Minette 7/11/2012
42. A Few Anku’s 4/26/2011
43. A Financial Manager In The New South Africa 9/25/2010
44. A First Visit To A Certain Madame (Terzanelle) 9/3/2010
45. A Flower For The Night 6/2/2010
46. A Flower For The Night [2] 10/7/2010
47. A Forget Me Not 7/22/2009
48. A Frightening Dream 7/1/2011
49. A Full Red Moon Hangs In The Night Sky 6/7/2010
50. A Gigantic Bee Of A Thing 6/3/2011
51. A Girl Called Lisa 11/26/2009
52. A Glimpse Of God 10/11/2010
53. A Grave Situation 4/29/2013
54. A Great Master Poet Wrote 9/8/2011
55. A Hippo At Dawn 11/4/2012
56. A Horseman At Night 11/17/2011
57. A Host Of People Came South 5/25/2010
58. A Hunting Expedition 4/7/2011
59. A Kind Of Freedom 1/16/2013
60. A Kind Of Meeting 11/19/2012
61. A Lament For Jeanie 1/18/2011
62. A Lane In England 8/12/2010
63. A Letter Arrives By Registered Mail 1/6/2010
64. A Level Headed Gaze 11/11/2012
65. A Lighter Shade Of Pale 2/2/2010
66. A Litany (Cavatina Sequence) 2/6/2012
67. A Lonely Young Boy Herds Some Cattle 10/27/2010
68. A Loving Dog Is A Strange Thing 1/18/2011
69. A Man Of Integrity 11/13/2009
70. A Meerkat In The Lounge 10/19/2010
71. A Messenger From Above 9/26/2009
72. A Modern Bible Story 1/29/2013
73. A Moment (Rubliw) 12/21/2014
74. A Moment In Eternity 5/17/2012
75. A Nest Of Wasps 7/21/2011
76. A Never Ending Kind Of Intimate Thing 11/28/2011
77. A New Spring (In Answer To Ernst Van Heerden) 9/6/2011
78. A New Year 12/30/2010
79. A New Year Prayer 1/21/2013
80. A News Editor Do Not Pray For Good Things 5/7/2013
Best Poem of Gert Strydom

Invictus (A Reply To William Ernest Henley)

While the night stretch black over me
and in the dark sky I see countless lights
burning high,
I thank the God that made me free
to choose which light to follow as a guide.

In dark circumstance and whatever fate brings,
destiny and chance do not conquer
and I still rise wiser
to life and its things

and my will remains free
to decide where my words
and actions belong
whether they are right or wrong
and to no human I bend a knee
and in all things I only answer to Him
who Captain’s me.

[References: Invictus by William Ernest ...

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No Red Rose

But once bloomed that crimson rose
which could stand with her head held high,
against life's darkest sky.

Just once did that delicate petals spread
and soft lovely fragrance scent,
before she dropped her head.

Just once the blush on your cheek,

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