Gert Strydom, 29 january 2014
(in answer to T.T. Cloete)
When lips, tongues and mouths feast on each other,
when arms surround each other in an embrace,
when blood bubbles and we do have just one thought
and when we both with a insatiable hunger
experience something much greater than just lust,
when to become a part of each other,
becomes overwhelming with a own power,
when nipples on breasts do harden, when breasts pulse,
when long legs open wide,
when we do melt together, sigh and whimper
then we do bind in something much greater than just sex.
[Reference: “uiteindelik nag” (Finally night) by T.T. Cloete.]
Gert Strydom, 29 january 2014
At night when the stars flower in bunches
in blue-white, red and green colours
then on the air the fragrances of gardenia
and jasmine floats and comes in through the window
while the evening flower spreads her cups and does astound
and the wind rustles mischievous against windows and doors,
while the lizards hide against the chill in their crevices
and the corrugated roof groans from old age,
while the wind carries the laughter of people around tin can fires
where they are jolly early in the morning at the old mine compound
and I wonder if you are also missing me so intensely
where fences and walls do protect us
and in the distance an old gong resounds
when you are very deep in my thoughts.
Gert Strydom, 28 january 2014
Stripped naked to the most inner core
as during winter
a leafless tree stood very near to death
a branch did splinter;
as if out of proportion drawn, printed
on a printer;
lonesome my heart was there in the weather,
as nothing good could bring us together.
Gert Strydom, 27 january 2014
(in answer to T.T. Cloete)
We loved each other
from the day that we met
and that you are a wonderful and pretty woman
your admirers do not have to tell me
and I am not blind
for the glances that follow you
while you still do stay true
and that a husband and wife
can love each other intimately
without distinction between husband and wife
is certainly the greatest kind of nonsense.
I do thank God
that He has created you as a wife for me
and still I do know that love
goes much further and deeper than just passion
and when old age comes
I still want to embrace you
and know about your beauty.
[Reference: “uniseks” (unisex) by T.T. Cloete.]
Gert Strydom, 24 january 2014
Although all humans are ephemeral,
let us this night
in a certain kind of fidelity
find our delight,
act as if we both are truly godly,
as without fright
our dear love could outlast everything
as in it we could be ever living.
Gert Strydom, 23 january 2014
Our meeting was a great decision of God,
like sunshine
that comes overwhelming after the rain,
as a wedge against pain
that for years had held onto our lives
and when you did appear
there was a deep gloss on your face,
and a smile with a heavenly kind of light.
Gert Strydom, 21 january 2014
We strive in all what we do and we are
somehow for truth,
for something to outlast our humanity,
our dwindling youth
in a world that is in constant decay
but each untruth
in our humanity is buried deep
while in life we yearn, learn, laugh, play and weep.
Gert Strydom, 20 january 2014
On a Sunday afternoon
there is a silence that lingers
when wild doves, weavers and sparrows
peck some seed from the back lawn,
while the two Jack Russell dogs
stretch out in the sun,
bees and butterflies buzz and flutter from flower to flower,
while the sun hangs white and bright in the cobalt-blue sky
and then your eyes sparkle when they catch mine,
while there is a restful tranquillity
when the shadows stretch out long
and roses, geraniums and gardenias
flaunt with their most beautiful flowers
and everything is lovely
like only a day with you can be.
Gert Strydom, 17 january 2014
In some ways the world we live in
is no different from the world in Christ’s day.
Today just like in the time of Rome people dance and play
and chase after pleasure and sin,
try at almost any cost to win,
do each other mock and betray,
are set on monetary value come what may
and without thought with the next evil we do begin
while some people live by human laws,
believe that the word of God is an outmoded tale
and do make own specific rules
as if an omnipotent God is full of flaws
and yet in life they do not prevail
while they act like renegades and self centred fools.
Gert Strydom, 16 january 2014
On a sunny day
a drop hanged on a cloud
when a thunderbolt unexpectedly lashed down
and for a moment it hesitated to fall
while it longed for the glistening glitter of a rainbow,
wavering wanted to wait for more moments
but nature went its way
as destiny does demand
when on fruitful earth it splattered
and suddenly its gloss was gone
but as a part of a beautiful flower
it did rise again
in the lifecycle of the creation
where things do come, go and are reborn.
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