Gert Strydom, 3 sierpnia 2012
Without noticing butterflies and bees
for many years we have both lived alone,
while autumn and winter came to the trees
and far too quickly the years are now gone
but I have found you as my only one
and at times you think that I am bitter,
while maybe something in my trembling tone
does betray the tears that sometimes glitter;
in this late summer not just anyone
but only you can turn my heart from stone.
Gert Strydom, 3 sierpnia 2012
I have not been in love as just right now
and I have never been so much blessed
have not seen a golden eye that does glow,
have not been by anyone possessed
as to you my love I have professed
and during this late summer or our lives,
no greater true love I have expressed
and there is no one that more freely gives
than you from whom all of my blessings flow,
and no other women I do long to know.
Gert Strydom, 3 sierpnia 2012
Without restraint you gave all of your heart,
while we became much more than just dear friends
and even in your most beautiful art
your greatest passion swept to perfect ends,
in the way that your brush, your pencil bends
and in the late summer of our bonded lives
there is nothing that anyone pretends
as constantly new meaning living gives,
and as we do to and thro daily dart
now it’s most painful when we are apart,
Gert Strydom, 3 sierpnia 2012
Whenever we walk you keep up with me,
while the sun glitters in your golden hair
and together we have tranquillity
while all of life seems great and very fair
as if something unseen is in the air
and it might be somehow in the fresh wind
or just part of our very own affair
or only something somewhere in my mind
but your true love stays with me constantly,
its essence works predominately.
Gert Strydom, 2 sierpnia 2012
Pale brown the thrush scratches in the garden
is pecking at earthworms that wriggle around
before suddenly it trumpets out its joy,
but when an old car rattles down the street
it ascends fluttering into the blue sky,
lands on a branch of the old oak tree,
is silent while school children are raising funds,
as if sits for moments dreaming there,
before its song of joy again streams from its throat,
its twittering cuts through the afternoon’s dull weariness.
Gert Strydom, 2 sierpnia 2012
Suddenly out of the blue
they came together and flopped down,
children wanted to shoot some with catapults
when wildly they flapped wings among each other,
were walking up and down with twittering sounds,
were standing around in parks for breadcrumbs,
were walking around on sidewalks like pedestrians
until the church bells did ring of three o’clock,
and they flew up in a wide curve
taking to flight into a born-in direction.
Gert Strydom, 2 sierpnia 2012
Around and around they move, turning,
as big specks in the bright blue sky
before they suddenly descend one after another
with wild wings cutting as shining blades,
with heads stripped bare and necks stretched out
.when they screech and hobble along to rotting meat.
Gert Strydom, 2 sierpnia 2012
Continually the red weaver gambols around,
when the dove continually sings in sorrow
and he lands frolicking on the wet ground,
before it takes insects to its chicks
that twitter, jump up and down in the nest,
and at night when the moon rises silver-white,
when small sounds pierce through everything
then I hear a joyous song and then I hear him
tell about life, about every small thing,
when that small bird sings with caring affection.
Gert Strydom, 1 sierpnia 2012
I know the way that you do smile,
the crinkles of your lips,
how your golden eyes sparkle awhile,
the movement of your hips;
and we might have been together
might have really known each other
and we might have
and we might have
been gone away with another
I know the way that you do smile,
we are inseparable
as if walking together mile by mile
as if unbreakable
as friend to friend we do belong
through many years we are strong
as friend to friend,
as friend to friend
through years we had been all along
I know the way that you do smile,
as the years do move on
and not a single thing can beguile
our love till time is gone
as if our lives are somehow twin,
each newer life we do begin
as if our lives,
as if our lives
will somehow suddenly meddle in.
Gert Strydom, 1 sierpnia 2012
Into permanence of my mind
I do want to place you
with everything great, good and kind,
that’s honourable and true
as you make me complete and real
your love does me from all pain heal
as you make me,
as you make me
selfless feel, while with life we deal.
Into permanence of my mind
I want save each new day
and your dear face I want to find,
when you are far away
as your dear love does never fade
never does it have any shade
as your dear love,
as your dear love
do all of my errors abrade
Into permanence of my mind
I want to put your face
and I want to leave far behind
each blot, imperfect trace
and eternal is our great love,
which not a thing can remove
and eternal
and eternal
are our feelings from God above.
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