Gert Strydom, 3 july 2015
I know a man
who accounts the businesses of others
and then do calculate
to let those businesses become his own
while he drinks a toast
on the demise of those that do compete against him.
I know a man
who did take over his father in law’s business
on his father in law’s insistence
and that man do make fools of people
who did work all of their lives
to make that business successful
to be able to get rid of them.
I do know people that without any merit
do fill positions
without a clue how to do their own jobs
and who do ride on the backs of other people
to get the work done
and they have been affirmed in the places of others
and do not contribute any great thing to their jobs.
Still destiny does walk on its own path
and do unexpectedly strike
while with time the existence of every human being
does run out.
What kind of calculations will these people make
when the great Accountant does come
and what will their answers be to Him
when their accounts are continually out of balance?
Gert Strydom, 2 july 2015
At twilight when the sun dips beyond the nearest hill
the dark winter night comes with its entire chill
and when in the early evening the last car drives by
silence falls over the neighborhood and everything is still
and at times I could see no stars or even the moon in the sky,
or even a lonely light’s solitary eye
while slowly the dark hours creeps on
and on the wind I hear a child’s forsaken cry.
At times it feels as if every kind of heat and brightness is gone
as if in this great big world I am the only one
and on such nights I do wonder about life and the meaning of it all
when even my body and heart feels as cold as stone
but then suddenly the early morning does come
and again this big old world feels like my home.
Gert Strydom, 1 july 2015
(in answer to Riana maiden name Marais (Strydom) Kruger)
A large golden moon hangs
above the row of jacarandas in the avenue
and when I see it, it is so near
that it feels as if I can get pieces of it
and now your promises comes back to me
that you will stay at my side
even though weeks, months and years go by
but without you the moon keeps turning in its orbit
and promises of love that last eternally
I can now forever forget
just as the heat of your heart and body
as for me nothing is written in the planets
and I can find no promises in the stars
when the branches of the trees move around in the wind
and it seems as if the stars are jumping
but still I do wonder what the new day is gong to bring
and even if I could discover the most heartfelt secrets of the moon
it would not bring you closer to me.
Reference:
“Full moon by Riana maiden name Marais (Strydom) Kruger” (My own translation)
“A Golden and silver moon
.hangs on a karee branch in my avenue.
When I look through the window
I can almost reach to it.
I can almost touch it,
almost, almost catch it.”
“Long ago you did promise
that you would bring me
the sun and moon and stars.
What is written in the planets tonight…
longing for the heat of your body?”
“Chorus”
“If I could attach the moon
to a chain around my neck
then forever I would be able to discover its secrets,
would be able to hold it against my heart
and I would be able to fold my empty arms around it.”
“Like lost promises
the silver rays fall into a water puddle.
The man in the moon is only a dream
that sometimes fills my days and nights of grief.”
“Just a dream, just a dream.”
Gert Strydom, 17 june 2015
When your fingers steal upon
my spinal cord
and your naked beauty
is soft and hot against me
and I can feel your heart beat,
even can feel you breathing
then I do know how wonderful it is
to love you
where you are laying closely against me.
Gert Strydom, 16 june 2015
When we find each other in a matchless way
and do bond in a age old way
then there is some vulnerability
when we are blinded in each other
while it feels as if our love and infatuation
brings greater wonder
as if our hearts and souls in affection
without modesty
do reach out to each other
and wonder draws us still much closer.
Gert Strydom, 15 june 2015
Like a cat you lay curled up against me
and your arms do surround me,
are like shoots around my body,
one hand is on your buttocks
and sleepy you move nearer to me
so that the points of your nipples
are pressed into me
and your smell fills my nose,
your breath blow against my neck
when you draw my still closer to you
and sleep does take us away from each other.
Gert Strydom, 14 june 2015
I want to love you much deeper
than contracts can bind,
I want to find more love in you
than what these few words can say
and I want everything that happens between us
to be free and natural, not to be just a afterthought
but that it will bring deeper meaning,
give colour to our existence
but more than this
I want to build a life with you
without overwhelming you with it,
I want to hold you tightly in my arms
and I want to put every feeling into it and I want to know
that you do love me past time and past any other thing.
Gert Strydom, 12 june 2015
My Lord is the ruler of the whole universe
and soon He will return as judge of us all.
People have longed for Him since the sin-fall
and soon the death and pain on this world He will reverse.
Before Him even those that are perverted, wrong and perverse
will fall down and all of His children will hear His last call.
My Lord is the ruler of the whole universe
and soon He will return as judge of us all.
Every day I do with Him converse
about the things that daily do me befall.
He knows everything if it is big or small
and daily He does me in His great divine love immerse.
My Lord is the ruler of the whole universe
and soon He will return as judge of us all.
Gert Strydom, 11 june 2015
I wonder why each woman
does want to control, regulate
and order her man about
as if the marriage is something
that tells her that she can
but in moments of disaster and strife
she does return to be a normal kind of wife.
Gert Strydom, 9 june 2015
I have witnessed lightning
hitting a big tree
and thunder I have seen
coming down on its own
and I wonder if it's presence,
true nature and makeup is truly known?
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