Gert Strydom, 7 october 2014
The waves comes rushing from the sea
they brush against me
licking my toes, touching my feet
and there’s something sweet
in the light sea breeze
that frizzles through my hair.
Washing in and out
the foam comes back and forth
where you stand
to me like Eve
but dressed in black a designer bikini
and the light in your eyes
is brighter than the clear blue sky
and the sun twinkles
on your teeth that shines more pure
than pearl
and some might call it love
if we could give expressions
to the feelings of that which are between us
and to me you are lovely
as if sent as an angelic being
to act out some of God’s great mysteries
and while you smile at me
the hissing sea, the blue sky
and your presence
brings utter joy.
Gert Strydom, 6 october 2014
Tonight I try to remember
how it tastes to kiss you
and the sensation
when tongues braid around each other
and the soft caress and heat
of lips upon lips.
Tonight I do miss you
but yet you are here in my heart and you fragrance
is caught in my thoughts
and I try to forget how much I do long for you.
Gert Strydom, 6 october 2014
You sit with your legs astride on ground
while compact disks are spread out around you
searching for a song that you long for,
wanting to find deeper meaning in music
and through the open window the wind blows in
causing your hair to cover part of your face
and you move your head
while I draw you to your feet
and there are small devils that dance in your eyes
when you lips burn
full of promises under mine.
Gert Strydom, 3 october 2014
(After Elizabeth Eybers)
To live unhindered in your house
you only need to get two good guard dogs
and the postman keeps his arm out of your yard
and every salesman will go past,
even religious zealots that want to convert you
only test their luck once
and those that pillage, plunder, poach, rob and dirty vagrants
are immediately warded off
and blessed you are in your own house,
baking what ever you want in your kitchen
when all knocking evils keep past
and do not know when you are at home
but when the angel of death comes home
then nothing stops him.
[Reference: “Voorsorg” (Precaution) by Elisabeth Eybers.]
Gert Strydom, 3 october 2014
She went into a rain shower
picked a geranium-flower
was in a kind of festive mood
and from getting wet it did her no good.
Drops of water trailed to her bed
and that flower was very red,
while outside thunder fell with a blast
with drops pattering against the window glass.
At first it was such a sunny day
and through it she was happy and gay,
but now she came to me still merrily
and very wet she kissed me
and all thoughts of the flower was lost
even if she got it at some cost.
Gert Strydom, 2 october 2014
In each day’s silent need
I do love you to the capacity
that the love of a man for a woman could be
and in every word and deed
far past the utmost places where feelings go, indeed,
far past earthly yearnings with sagacity
you are far more than just dear to me
and I love you with a child’s kind of creed
with the kind of hope and faith that you
do notice that with every breath
and every thing that is in my might,
in all the things that I say and do,
even beyond the limitations of death,
I do love you even when all things are out of sight.
Gert Strydom, 2 october 2014
I did long the most for your love
and almost all in my power I did
for something more than the sparkle in your eyes
as if everything in life just depends on you
but now in hopelessness you make me afraid
and I am full of pain and utterly distressed
when you act as if I come with a kind of inability
but still I yearn for you in the passing of each day
and I am still trapped in you,
you that is far more than just dear to me
and sometimes I wonder how you can love me
when at times I fear your harsh words and actions,
when you act like an angel of darkness
but still I do love you where you lie here next to me.
Gert Strydom, 1 october 2014
Sometimes the vast protecting sapphire sky
hangs covering over us, in it’s deep blue
hangs somewhat sheltering over you and I
like something precious with a prefect hue,
as the presence of things pure and true
and over our own structures of love
like something precious with a prefect hue,
there is nothing shadowed from above.
Like something precious with a prefect hue,
the presence of the Eternal One
of every great thing that we can pursue,
we find ourselves imaged in His tone
Sometimes the vast protecting sapphire sky
hangs somewhat sheltering over you and I.
Gert Strydom, 1 october 2014
At times we are only set on passing,
without any place to stop or call home
and then we miss the smallest little things,
while it feels as if we do not belong,
as we are set, forever more to roam
as if we hear faint whisperings among
a myriad of people, with dusty loam
that sticks and clings to our very feet
and then we miss the small bird’s happy song,
see unfamiliar faces in those we meet,
in life we are constantly swept along,
as if the ocean has only some foam
and to it there is nothing really sweet,
at times we are only set on passing.
Gert Strydom, 23 september 2014
Long before my birth, my father walked,
talked with you
and before being substance you knew
all that I would do;
nothing escapes You, You are everywhere,
You do stay true
when all around me my world falls apart,
You do still live in the depths of my heart
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