Gert Strydom, 16 maja 2013
In tribal dress some smiling girls pass me,
their bare breasts shake,
there is something natural in their gaze
like cats that wake
to the world around, predators moving;
a small keepsake
swing on a golden chain in the valley
of breasts, I am caught in the small alley
while in a throng they pass with sweet laughter,
captivating
like big prowling kittens they move along,
they are eating
me up with their huge gleaming dark brown eyes,
are debating,
are sneaking up with a wild innocence,
yet with a clear mature insistence
Gert Strydom, 16 maja 2013
Daily I see bearded men with turbans
around their heads
dressed in white cloaks, women carrying
their prayer beads
in some colourful saris while in rags
a beggar pleads
and we are worlds apart from each other,
in their views and life some do not bother
and I am dressed in shoes, pants and shirt,
always wearing
one of several costly suits to church
have anything,,
take a collar and tie to business
where I fit in
but are disregarding the poor old tramp
are viewing him as just another scamp.
Gert Strydom, 14 maja 2013
It was too dark to notice the flowers
of early spring,
the stars were out in their bluest white blaze
they were shining,
moments were more intense in that black night,
doves were cooing
while your lips soft warm sweetly did find mine
the very moment was somehow divine.
Gert Strydom, 13 maja 2013
There is a new world between you and me
where we find something more than just love,
where we do forget all of the past pain and heartaches,
where we only know about how we feel now.
In a place far away from memories and the reminding
we do meet where love is not measured by possessions
and sometimes the misery of life gets hold of me
while deeper things are only waiting to unfold
and when I feel your breath soft against my cheek
and do look very deep into your eyes
then there is far more than only the heat of your body
and then I know of the impact of you words and actions
and I get a glance of how that world looks,
when I find the essence of love which no words can describe.
Gert Strydom, 13 maja 2013
There is a new world between you and me
where we find something more than just love,
where we do forget all of the past pain and heartaches,
where we only know about how we feel now.
In a place far away from memories and the reminding
we do meet where love is not measured by possessions
and sometimes the misery of life gets hold of me
while deeper things are only waiting to unfold
and when I feel your breath soft against my cheek
and do look very deep into your eyes
then there is far more than only the heat of your body
and then I know of the impact of you words and actions
and I get a glance of how that world looks,
when I find the essence of love which no words can describe.
Gert Strydom, 13 maja 2013
The light of day you are to me
and sometimes to eternity
our love goes strong
as if together we do constantly belong
and I try to love as well as I can,
with the feelings of a man
as perfect as the Lord can let it be
even when we live in a world of inequity.
Gert Strydom, 13 maja 2013
Trust me; I know that you love me true
and I love you with everything in me
but God I love the very most
and whatever the cost
I only want to make you happy
even if I cannot promise you prosperity.
Gert Strydom, 9 maja 2013
People make extraordinary efforts
to catch the essence of life,
to be truly living
and some visit third-rate motel
and hotel rooms
where they undress to ravage each other,
some read, watch television
into the early hours
and some just stay up
always thinking
as if searching for their souls.
I took the steps down
of the old dilapidated building
of which the elevators
were all broken
and it was chilly
with grey concrete under my feet
and the shop at the nearest garage was open
twenty four seven,
where I bought a bread and a half and milk
while the first orange pink glow
was creeping over the eastern horizon
and the world was as if on hold
and still waiting
for the bright sun before awaking,
with lights glowing yellow
in the rows of lamps in the street,
empty from cars and people
and it was a little cold in my shorts
but the doves in the park
at the art museum came down in droves,
landed cooing and bunched around me
pecking up hungry the bits
that I broke from the half loaf.
Gert Strydom, 9 maja 2013
We were walking in the park,
our little zoo of dogs and you and me.
One was splashing in the stream,
swimming like a huge black beaver,
the little one barked from the bank
as if encouraging and telling the others what to do,
one was sniffing the trees, looking for a spot
as if surprised at what she got,
one was looking out for other people
as if someone could suddenly draw a knife
and come challenging with it
staying aware as if guarding us
and then a bird came out of nowhere,
appeared in the air above me,
decided that my head
was a great place to rest
and at the last moment fluttered up
changing landing orders to that of flight.
Gert Strydom, 9 maja 2013
We were walking in the park,
our little zoo of dogs and you and me.
One was splashing in the stream,
swimming like a huge black beaver,
the little one barked from the bank
as if encouraging and telling the others what to do,
one was sniffing the trees, looking for a spot
as if surprised at what she got,
one was looking out for other people
as if someone could suddenly draw a knife
and come challenging with it
staying aware as if guarding us
and then a bird came out of nowhere,
appeared in the air above me,
decided that my head
was a great place to rest
and at the last moment fluttered up
changing landing orders to that of flight.
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