Gert Strydom, 28 june 2013
Last night you had heard my screams
while my body did shiver and bent
all night long before the darkness was spent
and you did wonder about my horrid dreams
while in sleep I had not been alone
and over my face the dim moon did shone
and shivers run up and down my spine on the winter eve
while my heart did beat at a frightened pace
and more sinister did my dreams weave
while there was real worry all over your face.
Gert Strydom, 27 june 2013
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where children are without any respect
and have got more rights than their parents.
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where the politicians
steal away a own culture, religion and the values
from the souls of children.
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where primary school children
do love each other naked and intimate
in the bushes of the park.
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where drug addiction
is the in thing
among children and their friends.
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where foreign criminals
possess real estate, hijack cars
and stay and live at about any place.
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where people see almost any other thing
to possess something divine
and think that they are equal to the Lord.
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where the former system
totally declining
where now in the havoc people wander along
without any humanity in them.
Gert Strydom, 27 june 2013
It’s a place where people hide beyond high fences
with dogs patrolling up and down
and the hope that criminals
while break in somewhere else,
while hijackers aim their guns
at somebody else
and that they will take a car with force
from somebody else,
and that they will shoot to kill
somebody else,
with the wish that foreigners
will estrange somebody else from work,
that the government
will take the possessions
of somebody else.
Gert Strydom, 27 june 2013
My language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa
where the government do not care about my interests
but are only following something primitive
and so the country continues in its decline
while people stream in from all over Africa.
My language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa
while I am asking for salvation for myself and my nation,
and I am praying to you Lord God,
while the authorities bow down before ancestral spirits
and I am bringing our destiny to You that are omnipotent;
my language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa…
Gert Strydom, 26 june 2013
My Lord, I am devoting my whole life to you,
I have sworn a sacred oath to be true,
you affect my life, my every breath,
if it is necessary even my death;
I do consider you in all that I do,
I am devoting my whole life to you.
Gert Strydom, 26 june 2013
While my days were only solitary,
my destruction came at the greatest speed
while demons, humans descended on me
with their utmost kind of malignant greed
I prayed while my life was in waste,
to come to my salvation in great haste,
while day by day was only passing by,
while everything was just working out wrong
while it felt as if you did not hear any cry
I asked my God, how long still, how long?
At your mercy desperately waiting,
waiting for anything to be happening
while I did not comprehend the designs
of your plans for my life, for my future
when I could not find any positive signs
of hope or salvation, not a feature,
against my common sense I still did trust
that overnight my life you could adjust,
even when my own efforts were in vain,
at your very feet salvation I did claim
when my emotions only turned to pain,
believing the promises you proclaim
while continually I tried and headed on,
trying to remain sincere, true and strong,
when in no human face I could find grace,
or find a person or place where I belong,
when I could not wander from place to place,
when even friends were doing me much wrong,
God, I was down on my knees before you,
still insisting that you had to be true.
Gert Strydom, 25 june 2013
“Its not much fun to be alone,” said she
“but two who stick together can help each other
out of all kinds of jeopardy,
but then I am silly and why would you bother?”
Suddenly with her the whole world looked merry
as she was smiling at me and I thought she was lovely.
Gert Strydom, 25 june 2013
(after Christina Georgina Rossetti)
My heart does no more belong to me,
as in loving I have given it to you
where it grows in sweet tranquillity,
as tender well-cared plants often do.
My heart is like an iridescent shell
that is swept out to your feet with the swell
in the waters of the endless blue sea,
in which the sounds of joy is whispering
with the great magic as life ought to be
but still my heart stays a delicate thing
that at times you do call your very own,
while we experience joys somewhat unknown.
Proclaim your love as something eternal
while we wander under cobalt blue skies
opposing everything dark, infernal,
while happiness is reflected in your eyes
as you have come to live in my own life
as my angel, my lovely sweet wife.
Gert Strydom, 25 june 2013
Somehow I am free from the whims of youth,
from some vanity, from some recklessness
are living a life with serenity and truth
away from the sheer pains of faithlessness,
in the magic of your enchanting love
that no other woman can now remove.
Our love and happiness always burst out
like small branches on a pollarded tree
as together we both do bring about
a change to life, to how things are to be,
while we do both hate being apart
as we are joined right up to the heart.
Gert Strydom, 24 june 2013
With a pair of compasses and a ruler
in mathematics almost the impossible is realised.
In mathematical quadrature
the structure of a flame,
even of a rose leave is captured
wherever we want to hang them
as mathematical equations in practical mechanics
where we draw contours as if they are elastic
while we do avoid real impossibilities
and try to fit everything into squares.
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