Gert Strydom Poems

I feel winter’s first cold fingers touching
and time flash by to quickly
as if the last years are waiting on me
and I button my jacket tighter
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I heard the thunder of the guns resound,
saw rockets taking red tails into the sky,
with passing battle-tanks felt the trembling ground
and over and away fighter jets did fly.
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One afternoon
just after returning from work
there was a knock on the front door
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Time had escaped from me,
as if it was somewhere else
and I wasn’t anymore the kid I had been
when I went to war
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My mistress’ eyes has a bluer hue to them
than the colour of the cobalt sky,
not coral nor tomato can compare
to the soft care that I find on her lips
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When at a time we looked big eyed at each other,
when you looked to me
like the most beautiful of all women,
when there was still innocence between us
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I see shadows everywhere,
one fallow me
but the rest
just image off the things in my life.
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Eagerly I want to share my thoughts with you
of things far past just imagining,
of things that lay so deep in my heart
that I do not always know how to express them
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The grey horse grazes outside
and eats, eats bit by bit
in our country
and on the farms is were it gets delicacies
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My years are coming on
and some of my words
are gone from my mind
never to return again
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