Gert Strydom Poems

When he looked at Calypso, while she enticed him,
when the fire in her loins folded around him
he trusted his own humanity to her,
if he denied this he would be lying
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As if constantly caught in a prayer
sprung from the very painful tears of Eve
white petals reach holy into the air
as if in purity it does believe
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Hearing the doves
cooing from the sycamore tree
constantly as if they are in love
reminds me about your tender care
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When tea is made at half past seven
and again at eleven
he comes from the grass where he has been hiding
or from a tree down he comes sliding,
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The comforting warmth of the sun falling
through the window,
the voices of many birds calling serene
from the meadow
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We will
seek the great thrill,
surf in hurricane waves
experience the surf, the swell
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In most things I am free
to make my choice
but still she tries to guide me
with her look, with her voice
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Around and around they move, turning,
as big specks in the bright blue sky
before they suddenly descend one after another
with wild wings cutting as shining blades,
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(after Sheila Cussons)

There is a mask that I do wear
behind which I do hide nakedly
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(for Annelize)

Some people will call it graffiti
something that people on own accord write on walls,
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