Gert Strydom Poems

I saw him smoke a cigar
and the binoculars
brought him here with me.
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Some women
can not pass. a shop,
without gazing at the displays
and hanging around
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Right through the night
the armour is rolling forward.
Cannon thunder,
while rockets
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At my second job,
before completing my degree,
like any other day
we were capturing
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There are street hawkers
selling their wares
next to a wall build
of rocks and stone
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This morning the sky is grey
and the climate is mad
and has gone into
a mediterranean spin
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The intensity of kisses,
the look in eyes
that burns flaming,
the touch of hands
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From Margate beach
I see a ship sailing past,
with people that are
dots on it.
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My head throbs from a headache
and the flu gnaws
burning at my throat,
but the blue of the air
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There is a place where everything comes together,
where life comes to a kind of crossing point
where joy, pleasure and deep anguish
even every crisis does get an answer,
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