Gert Strydom, 6 september 2013
Just before the rain they fly twittering
until the drops start to splatter
and they have got to flee to their nests
before bolts of thunder can obliterate them.
Gert Strydom, 5 september 2013
From before the beginning of time
You did already measure me out,
did determine my humanity and character.
You did know
when I would fall and stand up again
and if I do forget
Your love and sacrifices
I ask that You bring me back to You again.
Gert Strydom, 5 september 2013
What kind of power did flow out of You
when mere speech did change into solid matter,
when light and gasses did suddenly appear,
when water did start to exist and spread
and the fruitful soil and minerals did only start to exist
when many living plants organisms, animals,
birds, fishes and man got an own life?
It’s the kind of science that no man can understand,
that makes energy and things come from nothing
and do exist in intricate systems and forms
that is designed masterly
to function together as a whole
that had resulted from Your words
as everything that are and has been
and that which we still will find.
Gert Strydom, 4 september 2013
The spirit and soul tells the human being
reach valiantly,
for someone else, for something that’s much more,
apart from me,
that selfless becomes part of my own whole
and the body
reacts chemical, life becomes a song,
while feelings do bind us uttermost strong.
Gert Strydom, 4 september 2013
About the power that love do impress,
there is something that is really lovely
a kind of beauty that does confess
that love does come totally free
and in my heart your image does linger on
while all thoughts, needs of others are gone.
Gert Strydom, 4 september 2013
In the aloe covered hillocks I saw nature have her way
with orange primal naked flowers among the rocks
while proteas bloomed on sunny day after sunny day;
small miracles caught the eye, under a cobalt sky
while you smiled at me with an inner happiness,
you radiated something more than just tranquillity
had softness, a serenity and a type of kindness;
your soft lips I wanted to kiss with you I wanted to be.
Gert Strydom, 3 september 2013
(after Robert Louis Stevenson)
My darling is beautiful with eyes the sun’s hue
sparkling like morning dew
and she is honest, true and utterly straight
the creator made her to be my mate.
With words that at times can be a consuming fire
or a blessing like a cool stream and love that doesn’t tire
always cheerful and level headed and never sinister
I find the most gracious qualities in her.
As friend, companion, partner and wife
she was send to this life
to live openly
forever duty bound but still free
as the greatest of blessings to me.
[Reference: “My Wife” by Robert Louis Stevenson.]
Gert Strydom, 3 september 2013
Most beautiful girl
I send a message to you
but no postal dove can get it to you
as life passes far too quickly
but the stars, the moon, the sun and the sky are witnesses
to the feelings that we have got for each other
and in seconds it has got to be with you
so that you can read it
and can give a nice lovely answer
to how perfect moments between us are.
My lips upon yours carry it
and in every gasp or breath,
in our heart beats the message is send
and it’s as if this moment can last eternally.
Gert Strydom, 3 september 2013
When the day is only just breaking
and the morning star has only just appeared
then I have got break my first bread
and start on the waiting journey
where the road is already yearning
for me to travel on
as if my footsteps
are already set on to it
but you have got to go along
and accompany me
so that I can daily,
sometimes hourly, tell you about my love
and the sun, the sky and the stars
can sparkle in your eyes.
Gert Strydom, 2 september 2013
Somewhere I have lost my way in you
as if I am lost in you
and as if I can find no footpath leading to the outside,
I am trapped.
Your glances and the way that you do look
are constantly lingering in my heart
and I am caught in nights
even if you
are right here against me
and everything feels so genuine and true
as if I am meant
to constantly
go through life with you
as if I am to anchor my fingers, my humanity in you.
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