Gert Strydom Poems

There’s fear of religious mad men
who crash planes into places,
where innocent people live and work
without any apparent reason.
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There’s a Captain
that brings every ship to shore
and more than that,
guides everyone that trust in Him
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He stands at the tiller
of a age old ship
that drifts upon
stormy waters
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I dream one night
that I stand in front of the Creator
and flames lash glowing,
from His mighty throne.
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One evening
I see a thing
that let’s my blood boil,
while I watch the news
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Early in the morning
before the first coffee cups are set
and the first brew is made
Filemon arrives.
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I saw men wetting their pants
when the first bullets fly past them
in their first contact with the enemy
and I saw men,
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I knew a gorgeous blonde girl that thought
that she was stuck to her thirties
and some injections,
some erotic exercises,
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I did go to the church today
and the minister
and elders and deacons
were there
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Musso my ginger Persian cat
lies stretched out
and sleeping
on the box of my computer.
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