Gert Strydom, 20 november 2013
Some jasmine, lavender, sage, thyme, violet
and the red rose,
daily exhale perfume, are scented
in their purpose
while poignant the butterfly, dragon-fly,
and small bee goes,
flying far beyond our scope of sight,
while the day is cheery, sunlit and bright.
Gert Strydom, 19 november 2013
While the days do run on
at times there is a kind of hesitation,
a familiarity that you have been here
and outside it’s raining
and the nights are dark and silent
when dreams come as they will.
Together with you
I want to discover the whole world,
constantly I want to learn to know you better,
want to go for moments deeper into moments,
I want to hold you tenderly
until the night perishes in the morning,
during the bright day I want to be with you
and I want to read all of the unsaid things in your eyes.
Gert Strydom, 19 november 2013
I found you
in a place with a bit of sun,
where rays drew silky fingers over us
and I was covered by your body
when we bonded to something deeper
than I did know that we could.
Gert Strydom, 18 november 2013
(in answer to Richard Aldington)
The hurt, the loss of my father at a very early age
brought me to my knees and to God
and I started to love God from being very young,
did not understand to where my dad had left,
although I saw people bury his coffin
in the cemetery just beyond our house
and death of people and animals
to me was a painful kind of thing
that went far beyond any kind of comprehension
but I did believe that God was still caring
although I missed my father terribly,
believed with the same honest sincerity
that my mother did when she asked God
to provide, to take care of us
and she cared with a selfless kind of love.
When I was about seven our puppy got tick-bite fever
and on that winter afternoon it laid dying
right next to the fireplace
and made a moaning sound and was silent.
I covered it with a small blanket
and the puppy was already stiff
but I did not realize that it had died
and in front of that fireplace prayed
for the little dog to be healed.
That afternoon a miracle did happen
and that small dog came alive again,
crept out from under the blanket
and on waggling legs walked right up to me
to drink a bowl of milk
and it was pure proof to me
that a caring and loving God does exist.
[Reference: “Childhood” by Richard Aldington.]
Gert Strydom, 18 november 2013
I have seen men
believing in avenging gods,
believing in weapons of war
and have experienced
the havoc that war does bring
and do know that nothing that is good
comes from fighting
and only death and destruction
is the final outcome of it.
I have seen men
believing in materialism,
that peace joy and love comes
from what you do possess
and in a hospital bed
I have seen a wealthy man
in desperation trying to end what life is
for whom life had cost far too much.
I have seen learned religious men
proclaim that Jesus Christ was only one of the gods,
I have seen learned religious men
proclaim that Jesus Christ did not rise from death,
I have seen learned religious men
proclaim that Jesus Christ was only a good man
and then they lecture at university seminaries
and call themselves Christians
and it’s clear that they do wait
for the Cosmic Christ to appear.
And still I do know that God does really exist
and I do believe in Him,
believe that Jesus Christ will return
to this catastrophic world
as its judge, redeemer and king.
Gert Strydom, 15 november 2013
When you did tell me
that there is no bigger treasure
than our love,
that you see the light
of the stars in my eyes
that the sun rises for you
when I come home,
how our feelings
time after time astounds you
I wanted to believe you,
while we looked at the lights in the sky
as if a kind of bond was right there,
and it was something that no words could explain.
Space flight after space flight has come back,
at times blinded by bright stars
spacemen did bridge space
and could not find the beginning of our love
and its now clear
that some planets, stars-systems and other worlds are unknown
but you are my light in the darkness of this world.
Gert Strydom, 15 november 2013
I became aware
how lonely it’s sometimes with you,
that both of us come from two different worlds,
that misconception rules at times
and I did wonder
how to go on with such a kind of life
where the few beautiful things that I do
at times are shattered
and I came to the realization
that love is something that brings joy to any situation
and without you my whole world is empty.
Gert Strydom, 14 november 2013
I remember you in the white-hot sun
with rays flaming
when you die shake your hair out
near to the small pond
in which the blue sky and clouds were reflected,
with the oak’s trunk
where morning glories are climbing up
and similar we are tied to each other.
Gert Strydom, 14 november 2013
When I first saw you something happened,
in a long glance
our eyes met and the old world decayed,
our hearts did dance,
nights full of perfume, spice was on the wind,
some sweet romance
suddenly was between us, like red wine
your lips shined while you looked divine.
Gert Strydom, 13 november 2013
When my darling comes to me
in the street jacarandas are flowering
and I can smell jasmine and gardenia on the wind,
when with her body for moments see astounds me,
and red candles burn romantically in the window,
a table is laid out with snacks and champagne,
while se covers my face with kisses
with the glance in here eyes gleaming.
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