Gert Strydom, 29 july 2013
Your hand is in the rain
that falls for fourteen days without end
and when the first yellow peaches appear
and everywhere the rain drizzles down,
when rusty brown leaves fall from the branches
then You are still caring before the first winds do moan
and the cold is present everywhere
with the exhausting of winter
that feels as if it cuts right through everything
and in the rays of that dismal sun
it’s Your love that still circles out wider.
Gert Strydom, 29 july 2013
Although we do live in a dark planet,
a place of sin
while time moves forward constantly
demons cannot win,
God holds the hope and love of tomorrow.
We do go in
the next moment, rather with happiness,
than with all of our sorrow and sadness.
[Reference: “The Minute” by Karl Shapiro.]
Gert Strydom, 26 july 2013
I would be happy to live in a town
like this, with houses,
a big old brick church with a high column,
girls in blouses
that are talking carefree, smiling at me;
some young spouses
are walking hand in hand as they do talk,
a hollyhock flowers pink on its stalk.
Gert Strydom, 26 july 2013
While our deeds are from harshness innocent,
mere words express
that what we deem love in fullness to be,
what it possess,
as defined by mind, body and soul;
its own excess
we do not really know, comprehend,
as it is selfless to its joyful end
Gert Strydom, 26 july 2013
With the twinkle of first sight in their eye
a flaming star soared across the sky
as it shined with its own new light
and in only a wink it did pass by.
What a strange kind of thing it was to some,
as they thought that a time of joy had come
as the star had brought a kind of good news,
and led wise men away from home.
In every birth of a child on this earth
there is a kind of hope, a kind of worth,
the promise of passing on love and life
of a kind of warmth far beyond the hearth;
that great miracle of a small girl or a boy,
who will at a time either build or destroy.
Gert Strydom, 26 july 2013
When feelings unfold like a pocket knife,
they can be sharp
and cut deeply without a second thought,
the soul can warp
at mere words that are said indifferent,
or like a harp
the sounds of love and speech can be quite true,
can bring happiness in all that they do.
Gert Strydom, 25 july 2013
One after the other or in some pairs
the seagulls fly,
while a green, blue or purple hued calm sea
does catch the eye;
on the beach a myriad of girls tan,
men do get dry
or return to the surging surf to have fun
and children enjoy the hot summer sun.
Gert Strydom, 25 july 2013
Rubens would have been quite happy to paint
with the white beach,
the view through the window with topless girls,
just out of reach
with their fuller figures making great curves,
and almost each
very voluptuous and here and there
a perfect slim woman without a care.
Gert Strydom, 24 july 2013
Down at the fen small red weavers twitter,
they do frolic,
are joyous fluttering from reed to reed
while mud do stick
to my boots, as it seems impassable
and soft and thick.
Reeds grow; weeping willows give their shadow,
in a world that I do not really know.
Gert Strydom, 24 july 2013
I have seen some fading red roses,
pink hollyhocks,
all withering at the end of summer,
stripped like rocks,
many trees standing like huge skeletons;
the sheer amok
that black ripe brings as it falls destroying,
and that all life has also an ending
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