Gert Strydom, 29 august 2013
To in your years of old age
discover your real life partner
leaves a person without words
when the work of God astonishes.
Gert Strydom, 29 august 2013
I receive a SMS with a short sentence
about how much you are missing me
and are aware of your humanity
but electronics peeps at me
with a small screen drawing a skew eye.
Gert Strydom, 29 august 2013
When I called you on my cellular phone
to tell you about the depth of my love
the signal broke
and I could not say a single word to you.
I could have send a electronic mail to you,
to say that I cannot take the loneliness anymore
but the internet cafe was already closed
and it was at a wrong time and hour.
When I picked up a pen
I did want to tell you how your absence troubles me
but continuously
I was spelling everything wrong.
Then I decide to risk arriving
unexpectedly at your door.
Satish Verma, 29 august 2013
that has been, was so raven
that you were hugging vanity
for the deportation of death
as a living;
fake predicates of a genius
like words falling as bucketfuls
of lies,
back to back coffer dams
collapsing, submerging
seers sarcophagi,
and the annual rings were becoming
deeper, mossed in misery,
his book of moon blackened,
goodbye, the dark unsinkable,
I am going to be reborn
in the abyss of my own sorrow
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 28 august 2013
When late at night she lays in my arms
then her breath blows against my face
and her hair is in a curly bush,
spread satin soft upon my chest
and I can feel every breath that she takes
while her eyes gleam like those of a cat
where in I am lost time and again.
Gert Strydom, 28 august 2013
With our legs twisted through each others
I can feel her heart beating under my finger tips
and there is something in her glance that binds me to her
while her fingers caress my face
and her hair is spread over my chest
like autumn leaves
with her fine fingers being like butterflies that flutter.
Satish Verma, 28 august 2013
a kiss
on lips, returns with a blunt style,
in perfumed demeanor!
i did not hear
with absolute eyes, a captive
in chained feet, for self-defence;
all the shades of red
were walking on ocean,
a black skull glides:
the night fills in pores-
the gale, kills the black bucks,
poachers were on run!
in telling, the wizard
entices, you will never know
full toll of civil war:
he turns down a gift of speech;
words and whistles were surreal echoes
and I see a sword like nose
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 27 august 2013
Lord, when even for a month
I do not see the sun,
when the Cape’s winter rain sieves down
as if it can last months long,
when it looks as if the sun
is totally absent,
when the winds even pull down oak trees
then I know that Your love is present,
that where around the fireplace
I find a little bit of comfort
with my loved ones
You are also a visitor.
Gert Strydom, 27 august 2013
I see the sun setting in the west
and lingering is the Sabbath rest
and of all the days in the week
I do love the day of the Lord the best
as there is something that it does possess
and on this day all of my worries become less
while a kind of tranquillity stays with me
and from God’s law I will not digress
as holy is His sacred day
and any other day may be as it may
but this one with my life I will sanctify
and in the rest I will work and play
and I do know that God does visit me
on the day that He deems holy.
Gert Strydom, 27 august 2013
(with apologies to J.M. Synge)
Lord, protect this sister and any visiting mister
enlighten her brow and let her know nothing sinister
protect her heart, lung and liver and never make her shiver
and in her guts, in her soul a calling give her.
Let her live with free delivered dinners
at a holiday resort as a saint among sinners:
Lord, Your blessings give
and she will surely delightfully live.
[Reference: To A Sister Of An Enemy Of The Author Who Disapproved of The Playboy by J.M. Synge.]
Poetry
Prose
Photography
Graphics
Video poems
Postcards
Diary
Books
Handmade
