How slowly the days creep by
Maybe for a time I have been dead
and are living in someone else’s dream
or illness paranoia in this silent existence,
where I cannot any more make love or find it
as if I am already in the realm of death
and too slowly time continues to creep by
as if every thing has come to a deadly halt.
To nowhere I can turn
and daily I am wondering
about the reason of my existence
and the purpose of everything
and nowhere there is hope
that can let the darkness around me
pass a little quicker
while I am haunted.
Or maybe there are gods that are voluptuous,
that have got to beg nymphs
for their sexual favours
while I am lost in my madness
and do not write great words anymore
and they are now visiting other places
rather than my poems
as if something in me, maybe something intangible
wards them off from me and are refusing them
and they echo their mighty words
out at other places
and their roaring and jollification resounds around me
while they have pleasure and are enjoying themselves
to which I can only yearn
and in this hell I have to stay shackled.
Now lock your hands around me
as if nothing can every loosen them
and let your lips find mine
and bind us in sensual passion
that when death’s fingers grab for me
I for a last time
hear your heart beat
and you surround me for a last time lovingly.
[Reference: Wie langsam kriechet sie dahin by Heinrich Heine.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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How slowly the days creep by [1]
Maybe for a time I have been dead
and are living in someone else’s dream
or illness paranoia in this silent existence,
where I cannot any more make love or find it
as if I am already in the realm of death
and too slowly time continues to creep by
as if every thing has come to a deadly halt.
To nowhere I can turn
and daily I am wondering
about the reason of my existence
and the purpose of everything
and nowhere there is hope
that can let the darkness around me
pass a little quicker
while I am haunted.
Or maybe there are gods that are voluptuous,
that have got to beg nymphs
for their sexual favours
while I am lost in my madness
and do not write great words anymore
and they are now visiting other places
rather than my poems
as if something in me, maybe something intangible
wards them off from me and are refusing them
and they echo their mighty words
out at other places
and their roaring and jollification resounds around me
while they have pleasure and are enjoying themselves
to which I can only yearn
and in this hell I have to stay shackled.
Now lock your hands around me
as if nothing can every loosen them
and let your lips find mine
and bind us in sensual passion
that when death’s fingers grab for me
I for a last time
hear your heart beat
and you surround me for a last time lovingly.
[Reference: Wie langsam kriechet sie dahin by Heinrich Heine.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Leave the holy parables and answer my question
If could ask God
why I am facing adversity the whole time,
at times have to bare a cross
while my oppressors
are triumphant as if
they are not accountable
and are totally sinless,
I would not be able to lay the cause
against the heaven
and it troubles me
why God is allowing it
or has it been decided in His decisions of fate?
Still by myself
I find no answers
and this is no reproach
and maybe I will wonder
until death silences my mouth
and here I am not challenging God
but only want to understand my life and existence better.
[Reference: Laß die heil’gen Parabolen by Heinrich Heine.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Without you
I write words in vain,
words of which the meaning
you do not comprehend
and how to press love
into a few words
I do not really know
and you are away
and we stay a hundred miles from each other
and it feels as if
it is in different worlds,
as if every thing with time looses meaning
and I play the songs that you sing over and over
as if I can hear something in your voice,
read your poems time and time again,
as if it can bring something of you back to me
while destiny flattens me
and you run
like water through my fingers
and without you
my life is without meaning
and it continues aimlessly
and I do not know
why things at times do not work out,
why I am fighting life’s struggle in vain
and I cannot get you
out of my heart,
and cannot fight against you being part of me
and my blood is pouring, as my heart is broken
and my life falls to pieces without you
and I hope that your plans are only prosperous.
poem by Gert Strydom
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So that meaning gets an own reality
When words are superfluous,
loose their ability
to express love to you
I leave the translation
to my lips, mouth
and fingers
and when your artery
beats mysteriously against your neck
and I see dreams in your eyes
I suddenly know the meaning
of all the love cards in Cardies
how deep eye contact can bind,
that a person can find somebody special
at a place where you do not expect it,
how people can yearn for each other
when at strange places
they set eyes on each other
for the first time
and if life could be just as simple
words would be able to do miracles
could be equal to a kiss
would not disguise feelings or emotions
and would say the right things without fear.
When words steal meaning,
quenching that which is between us,
I say nothing while you are getting aroused
even less, when we are making love
so that meaning gets an own reality.
[Reference: Vertaling (Translation) by Johan Johl.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Time
Friend, as the moments tick away, we can see the end of another day,
And as time continues marching on, soon we see another year is gone.
Friend, time for no one will stand still, but it continues on by God’s will.
And time each day does not change, for every man it stays the same.
All time by God has one set pace, for every man in this human race.
The only thing that varies friend, is your own beginning and your end,
That single day of your own birth, the very day you arrived on earth.
And the day that you shall depart, from this place you had your start.
At that point again time will be, the same for all throughout eternity.
The length of time you will endure, is the time will call forevermore.
Once in eternity you have a start, you will find that you won’t depart.
Throughout eternity there is no end, this truth is fact for all my friend.
The length of the coming eternity, is the end of any and all similarity.
There is one of two places friend, where in eternity you shall spend.
For when all men from earth depart, they leave with a different heart.
Your time on the earth can not be, compared at all with your eternity.
For when your time on earth is done, you’ll see darkness or The Son.
Friend, Hell is that special place, so men don’t have to see God’s face.
Since the darkness was their delight, God made for them eternal night.
If Christ has saved you from the night, you will enter His Eternal Light.
For those who do believe in Christ, for them, God offers Eternal Life.
All other men upon their last breath, shall descend into eternal death.
For unbelievers there is no return, from the fire that will eternally burn.
In the time you have left on earth, you need to experience a new birth.
For when your time does pass away, where you go you will go to stay.
Sometimes my life feels somewhere between heaven and hell
Sometimes my life feels
somewhere between heaven and hell,
where I at times
fry like a palm tree in the sun
or like a pine
is frozen by the winter
and every time I yearn for the other side
and this is also how it is with my loving
and sometimes I wonder with whom and where
true love lies,
if I really want it
or rather want to stay lonely?
[Reference: Ein Fichtenbaum steht einsam by Heinrich Heine.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Deadline
I see that I am living a dead life
and the daily life
leaves no impression on me,
and before I know I am turned into a stick,
already fossilized
and life passes me
while I do not get involved with anything.
Too many times
I had daily contact with death
and now I die from life
and every day do the same things,
the same work,
and are caught immovable like an idiot.
The same things
I write over and over
of Johnnie loosing Sally,
of love that charms,
or war that still resounds in me
and on our hands
the blood, the damned blood
and I feel at times as if the Lord doesn’t hear.
I try to live right,
to respect others,
to honour the Lord
and my poems stay the same
words of somebody surviving
and I still am able to adore
and what the church prohibits feels so right and true
while life hits me back
past the beginning.
I still feel, weep and laugh
and sometimes sing in the shower
as if nothing
is wrong with life
and I keep dreaming,
set myself to win
and to stay alive
while the deadline
slowly comes nearer to me
where my heart will beat its last stroke
before it will stop eternally.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Even if my life without you comes to a halt
(for M)
I
Even if my life without you comes to a halt,
even if I see your face in those of other women
I continue with the steps of each day,
while I have got to give you up.
Daisies are flowering; roses open in the garden,
the sun hangs yellow-gold in the cobalt sky;
and when each morning I go to town
I return again back home
and although this separation
makes me feel very much alone
and comes between us with distance
there is still the wind whose fingers play over me
and I am not connected to your humanity anymore
while I try to find my way into the wide world.
Sometimes I drive long distances
when my motorbikes comes to life under me.
II
When my motorbikes comes to life under me,
I am aware of the world around me
as when I left the house that we did share,
my hand was on the throttle
while streets, traffic lights and cars just glided past
and I had been so without even God in that event;
with a city, a whole world that came between you and me
as if there is no mercy and I had been punished
and had to jump to the way of destiny and your wishes
with trucks, cars and pickups on the highways
as if our love did not anymore speak to your heart
while everything moved on in our separation
and when I opened the throttle we finally took our farewell
when my world disappeared into the naught.
III
When my world disappeared into the naught,
when there was nothing that remained between us,
when far too many things had come between us,
when too many words, acts
broke our bond to pieces,
in pain that distorts,
until no oblivion comes and memories remain
with the meaning
that we still adore each other,
then I wonder
why you draw a world between us,
why you send me off to hell
and force us to live in different places
while your love still reaches out to me?
IV
While your love still reaches out to me,
I wonder how I can affect
that which was high and holy
here with words written in pain,
how I can force destiny to a standstill
and put something that was honourable and pure
on only a piece of paper,
when I rather want to throw my pen down?
Let me rather remember your bright eyes,
your hot lips that could tell me about your world,
that opened softly under mine,
how your body softly tilted
with the lights of the city in the distance,
when the leaves whirl in and out.
V
When the leaves whirl in and out
in the depths of your soul,
blow as against the windows,
wrecking the last days to dust,
when the first signs of winter come
and I am stripped from old dreams and every expectation
with signs of my disrepair all around,
when nothing remains of my passion and yearning
it is as if the last summer already fades,
as if I am destined to death,
as if never again something great will come,
as if I stand alone against life and the whole world
and still when love remains
the surprise is pass time, place and meaning.
VI
The surprise is pass time, place and meaning
with the shining glance in the eyes
or did you only pretend at times?
My darling, now a rainbow of tears
hang over your cheeks
as if the falling rain forces you to struggle
with the problems of the world,
as if the lightning bolts of life fall around us
and your eyes have caught somebody else,
in the mystery of your heart,
it is somebody else to whom you long
and the sky is covered with darkness,
its cold and the atmosphere somewhat chilly,
in the evenings it's so very silent.
VII
In the evenings it's so very silent
that I can hear my own breathing
as if in the night I loose time and meaning,
as if I do not want to go any further,
as if I do not want to waste time
on our past love,
and think over and over again
while you frolic somewhere else.
Days have a own way
with events occurring unplanned
and I wonder from where I get my poems
as the world lies open before me
and I do not want to let anything else vex my poetry,
even if my life without you comes to a halt.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Little Mistake
Little mistake did cost us heavily
Enemy had planted it deadly
Within a second it shattered human bodies
Flash was flown all over and bodies rushed in ambulance Lorries
It took no time to play havoc
No one could believe it as joke
There were loud sounds in different places
There were worries and anxieties on the face
The terror had deeply struck
People had run out of luck
There was no time left for finding shelter
The death was as if running after
Within seconds it turned into death zone
All were lifted one by one
Rushed to the near by hospital for immediate relief
It was indeed shattering our belief
How can human being kill a living person?
That to without knowing any reason
You have not met a person in whole life
Suddenly he is done to death with bomb and knife
I think we have dared almighty
He may have no room for pity
The indulgence in wrong way may certainly bring misery
Where you will find person ready to suck blood and act as thirsty
Time is not far away when we may not venture out of home
You will find R.I.P places and only domes
Who will want to stay in this slaughter house?
When there is nothing except passions to rouse?
Let us not forget one thing
Whole world can’t be annihilated for anything
One day may come when you will be hated
With butcher you will be praised and equated
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Heidelberg recollections
Too many memories cling
to the places where you life and stay
from being small and in thoughts you pass
the pain and think about the joy,
so as if good things can make up for that which hurts.
Poems was in my dad’s heart, so as if Afrikaans
is a living thing,
from being small I was aware
of his voice letting words cling to me,
even at the mourning,
where without really realizing
what the meaning of it is
I stood at his grave in the red-brown sand
and saw crying people passing
and for me it was as if he just went away,
but his big black car
with the fins was still there and daily
mother used it to drive to work
and I was really scared
that at a time she would also take to the road
and when she in the mornings was leaving
I was wondering if I would see her again?
The black jacket and hat
with which dad made us scared
when we did not want to eat
or did not want to learn
what he was teaching us
still was hanging behind the door
and time and again I looked
at these objects
expecting them
to on a day come to life again
with dad disguising him self in them
like when I was naughty,
when he came in through the back door.
poem by Gert Strydom
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To Come Of Age
A voice sat deep inside you says,
Just waste away till nothing fades.
As shadows are left behind,
To make the world go blind.
Something down inside you knows,
You’ll join where all the rivers flow,
And drown beneath the sea,
Believing you are free.
I’ve lost that thing inside me that tells me what is real,
I don’t know the way I’m thinking, I can’t quite make out the way I feel,
I know the people sat around me, think they know me, more than I
Still I cant hear a word they say sat so far beyond the skies.
They talk of things I’ve never heard of
Words that seem surreal.
Never heard but not unheard of,
Still can’t make out what is real.
Turning round in deep emotion,
Mixing the colours of my soul.
Burning all the things you left behind
to make me whole.
Nothings left inside of me
You know not what you hold.
Something’s gone inside of me
The futures left un told.
But the past is crystal clear now
and you are all I see,
I don’t have the answers
drowned so deep beneath the sea.
By the waves of your emotion,
Eating up my world.
Could you save the ocean?
Can you see the bird?
Flying flagships in the sky,
places we could pass on by,
this is out world or so it seems,
its alike nothing from my dreams,
its so much more.
To come of age,
To turn the page
As angels spread there wings,
You know your bird can sing babe
The songs of love you bring.
Take me the river bed, its only then you’ll know I’m dead.
When every words been spoken when I lie broken in the head.
Aspirations of divinity, they never meant so much to me
As they did to you that day,
Walk with me another way
Don’t pass me by and sigh and say,
Don’t claim that you don’t know me
When I know the song you sing.
Turning in your circle,
Following a square,
How is it your questioning existence
As if you were never there?
Lost in time, we’ve lost our face
Where is it we lost our faith?
Dream a dream for daybreak,
The future lies untold,
Turn the page with reason,
Watch the day unfold
Sink into a blissful sleep,
This peace I hope is mine to keep
Mine to cherish through the wisdom of the years.
Don’t count your tears as you wish away the clouds
That crowd the sky by the day,
You’ll miss them when there gone, this feeling wont last long
So embrace it for a while, take it in with a smile.
poem by David Lacey
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Just Passing Time
She was grasping for a way to tell us all
The hurt she felt inside
Were all too happy she says
Lets have a war
And the night digs deeper in
Theyre just some words to pass the time
Some words to pass the time
Now when the silence gets to be too much
I can feel the soul searching
Where do I go when Ive lost my cause
We are the stories
Even the good ones let me down
There all just words to pass the time
I used to be so sincere
And maybe I still am
And all this small talk Ive been reeling off
Is slowly getting out of hand
I mix real feelings
With the ones I wish I had
And I catch the most important ones
In between them all
Sometimes it seems like theyre all just words
To pass the time
And then weve lost our time
And weve wasted out words
And all the strain is gone
Sometimes its too unreal to believe
Just dont give it all away
Get a grip
Causes sometimes there are just words to pass the time
I said Im too high Im too high
And Im scared of falling down
Ive just been grasping for words
To make you want to stay
To make it worthwhile
I dont want spend the rest of my life
Just passing time
I dont want to spend the rest of my life here
Just passing time
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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No Son Of Mine
The key to my survival
was never in much doubt
the question was how I could keep sane
trying to find a way out
things were never easy for me
peace of mind was hard to find
and I needed a place where I could hide
somewhere I could call mine
I didn't think much about it
til it started happening all the time
soon I was living with the fear everyday
of what might happen at night
I couldn't stand to hear the
crying of my mother
and I rememeber when
I swore that, that would be the
last they'd see of me
and I never went home again
they say time is a healer
and now my wounds are not the same
I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth
I had to hear what he'd say
He sat me down to talk to me
he looked me straight in the eyes
he said:
You're no son, no son of mine
You're no son, no son of mine
You walked out, you left us behind
and you're no son, no son of mine
oh his words how they hurt me, I'll never forget it
and as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it
You're no son, no son of mine
but where should I go,
and what should I do
you're no son, no son of mine
but I came here for help, I came here for you
Well the years they passed slowly
I thought about him everyday
what would I do, if we passed on the street
would I keep running away
in and out of hiding places
soon I'd have to face the facts
we'd have to sit down and talk it over
and that would mean going back
they say time is a healer
and now my wounds are not the same
I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth
I had to hear what he'd say
He sat down to talk to me
he looked me straight in the eyes
he said:
You're no son of mine
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Time After Time
From Clockstoppers Soundtrack.
Cyndi Lauper cover song.
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And I think of you
Caught up in circles confusion
Is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
And I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, and I can't hear
What you've said
Then you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
You said go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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Time After Time
Lying in my bed
I hear the clock ticking
And think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flash back warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcase of memories
Time after some times you pictured me
Im walking too far ahead
Youre calling to me
I cant hear what you have said
Then you said
Go slow, I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
Time after time
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
I turn, my picture fades
And darkness has turned to grey
Watching through windows
Youre wondering if Im ok
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
Time after time
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
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Writer
Night Writer
Why not write now
No time can be righter
No one to tell you how
To live your life
Or design for you your lies
Does it suffice to have a wife
To tell you when it satisfies?
You've written before
Little at night, more by day
At night write more
You'll discover a way
To make stars into a sun
That will shine for you as gold
But gold is as good as gone
When you get to be this old
Poem writer
Up and write about modesty
It's what everyone talks about
That's you and your honesty
Who cares if the others doubt?
You came in time
But does time know who you are?
You have a claim on rhyme
But rhythm takes the measure by far
Into a new realm
Of words on words on words
They just overwhelm
Can't you hear what they've heard?
Maybe hearing loss
Is not the loss of hearing
Maybe it's that distant toss
When you hear the echo before the feeling
Now you're here and now
Now is the time's to write
Now's the time to fulfill every vow
Now's not the time to lose sight
Of what you might lose
If you don't write every night.
poem by Ragy Sandid
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Flying Without Wings
Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lover's eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you find that special thing
You're flying without wings
Some find it sharing every morning
Some in their solitary lives
You find it in the words of others
A simple line can make you laugh or cry
You find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all you life
And when you know how much that means
When you find that special thing
You're flying without wings
So impossible as it may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
'Cause who's to know
Which one you let go
Would have made you complete
Well for me it's waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
In any given time or place
It's little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it's like flying without wings
'Cause you're my special thing
I'm flying without wings
And you're the place my life begins
And you'll be where it ends
I'm flying without wings
And that's the joy you bring
I'm flying without wings
song performed by by Westlife from Westlife
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And I Dream
When I'm lost
You take my hand and make me burn
All of the time
Turn my life around
I feel lost, take my life and make me shine
You feel life, life won't let you down
With the love we take
Have I ever let you down?
Travel round and see the world
Is there something I should find?
And I dream
Nothing I can find
And I dream
Nothing I can find
So to life
Let me whisper in your ear
Say the words
I'm what you long to hear
And a place we can go to is in my mind
I love life, there's no way you can be mine
With the love we take
Have I ever let you down?
Travel round and see the world
Is there something I should find?
And I dream
Nothing I can find
And I dream
Nothing I can find
You buy a diamond for my throne
Then comes a penthouse, on a hill
but my need to dream will still go on and on
All of the time
All of the time
All of the time
And I dream
Nothing I can find
And I dream
Nothing I can find
You buy a diamond for my throne
Then comes a penthouse, on a hill
but my need to dream will still go on and on
You buy a diamond for my throne
Then comes a penthouse, on a hill
but my need to dream will still go on and on
You buy a diamond for my throne
The comes a penthouse, on a hill
but my need to dream will still go on and on
song performed by by Texas
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And I Dream
When I'm lost
You take my hand and make me burn
All of the time
Turn my life around
I feel lost, take my life and make me shine
You feel life, life won't let you down
With the love we take
Have I ever let you down?
Travel round and see the world
Is there something I should find?
And I dream
Nothing I can find
And I dream
Nothing I can find
So to life
Let me whisper in your ear
Say the words
I'm what you long to hear
And a place we can go to is in my mind
I love life, there's no way you can be mine
With the love we take
Have I ever let you down?
Travel round and see the world
Is there something I should find?
And I dream
Nothing I can find
And I dream
Nothing I can find
You buy a diamond for my throne
Then comes a penthouse, on a hill
but my need to dream will still go on and on
All of the time
All of the time
All of the time
And I dream
Nothing I can find
And I dream
Nothing I can find
You buy a diamond for my throne
Then comes a penthouse, on a hill
but my need to dream will still go on and on
You buy a diamond for my throne
Then comes a penthouse, on a hill
but my need to dream will still go on and on
You buy a diamond for my throne
The comes a penthouse, on a hill
but my need to dream will still go on and on
song performed by by Texas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The empty evenings are the most difficult (in answer to Mandi Engelbrecht)
The empty evenings are the most difficult
when alone I write poems,
when I sometimes listen to Classic Fm
while I have got nothing to do,
the two old people
go to bed when darkness comes
and we say our prayers,
at times they insist
that I watch a religious DVD with them
and they talk about the news
and newspaper reports
but much too soon the evening is past
and the cocker spaniel
looks at me with her dark eyes
while the Persian cat goes outside to hunt,
and I read poems of some English friends
one after the other.
I am still searching for a job
which circles out wider,
almost away from me
while I spent my spare time
on what I can find in the library
on poetry of some great poets,
to teach myself techniques, methods, style,
and to find ideas
and it's as if the wide world
waits upon my new poems
and sometimes I mow the lawn,
and help here and there in the garden,
see the flock of sparrows,
weavers and doves coming near,
and I dare poems to repair my country,
my world, to tell people
who can make a difference
about the things happening here
and my days and nights are empty without you
but our relationship went to hell
by your own choice
and I have got a new mistress
whose name is poetry
and she is a whimsical lover
who serves others much better
before she visits me at night,
to share my pain, my sorrow and memories
and most of the time I try to know her better,
to know the rhythm, the methods of her existence,
to find that which makes her great
and one after the other my days pass,
while I wonder when things are going to change,
while I try day after day to survive
and I know that I cannot hold on to the past
and I know
that I can write almost any kind of poem
and still at times I wonder
what is happening far away in your world?
[Reference: "‘n dood gewone vrou" (an ordinary woman) by Mandi Engelbrecht.]
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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