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I saw something of it

I saw something of it
in the morning sunrise
on Clifton beach
and a bit was part of the rushing surf
and it was in the aquamarine sky
and in the green colour of the sea
and somehow the white seagull
had some of it,
but fairer still
was the blonde topless girl
that smiled at me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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804 Aquamarine Birthstone Of March

Hexagonal - Aquamarine
Gemstone of purest rarest hue
The colour of the deep blue sea
Expresses your fidelity
The depth of love you have for me
Aquamarine birthstone of chance
The Roman gemstone of romance
Hexagonal - Aquamarine

Aquamarine sea-water stone
We find this very precious gem
In Madagasgar and Brazil
Sea-green sky-blue a diadem
Your lovliness adorned by them
It strengthens your cerebral zone
Enhancing body heart and soul
Aquamarine sea-water stone.

March month's birthstone - Aquamarine
Linked with Zodiac sigh of Pisces
Stone and sign linked to the ocean
The Greeks believed that all who wore..........
This gem would sail without comotion
Aquamarine - Aquamarine
The sweetest jewel that I have seen
March month's birthstone - Aquamarine.

Perfect gemstone for mine Angel
Hexagonal - Aquamarine
Aquamarine sea-water stone
March month's birthstone - Aquamarine
Aquamarine - birthstone month's March
Stone water sea - Aquamarine
Aquamarine - hexagonal
Angel mine for gemstone perfect.

Thsi poem is dedicated to The Angel of March.

(John Knight - Colourful Colchester - 26 January 2010)

poem by John Knight
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Suicide Blonde

(a farriss & m hutchence)
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Was the colour of her hair
Like a cheap distraction
For a new affair
She knew it would finish
Before it began
Something tells me you lost the plan
Chorus
You want to make her
Suicide blonde
Love devastation
Suicide blonde
You want to make her
Suicide blonde
Love devastation
Suicide blonde
She stripped to the beat
But her clothes stay on
White light everywhere
But you cant see a thing
Such a squeeze
A mad sad moment
Glory to you
Glory to you
Take me there
Take me there
Got some revelation
Put into your hands
Save you from your misery
Like rain across the land
Dont you see
The colour of deception
Turning your world around again
Chorus

song performed by by INXS
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Hues of blue

From the holiday apartment’s window
I see people swimming in the blue pool
and the water looks icy cold
from the dark blue colour

Some girls and women have
bathing caps on in colours
of white, green and blue
and others swim without
while some lie
around the pool.

While the day gets hotter
the colour of the pool changes
to a lighter hue

and just across the road
the beach is full
of people lying in the sun.

Some swim with the waves
breaking white
and some are deeper
in the aquamarine water

and still deeper
some surfers
are riding the waves
the of a navy blue ocean.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Aquamarine

Aquamarine
All that glitters lies beneath
Deep blue,
Shallow green
I won't let it go
Aquamarine
You're my sexy little daydream
Deep blue,
Shallow green
I don't make it sound
Now there's a dream
Aquamarine
Send it up into the gulf stream
Deep blue,
shallow green
I won't let it go
Now there's a dream
Now there's a dream
Aquamarine

song performed by by Heather Nova
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Cape Town Days

Streets are full of vivid bougainvilleas
while clouds start to touch Table Mountain,
white horses are running from the sea to the beaches
and the southeaster blows at its full strength.

Later in the afternoon the Table Mountain is stark,
naked and clear, the ocean stretches out tranquil and flat
with it dark blue much deeper in turning to green
and the hot Mediterranean sun basks in the sky

and you long to be on Clifton beach
between a myriad of topless girls
with shiny brown tanned bodies
and in your office you can almost smell

the coconut suntan oil,
can almost hear them talking
and their sweet laughter,
can almost taste the salt of the sea on the wind.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Early one summer morning

Early one summer morning
I took a couple of student friends
along to Clifton beach.

The storm of the previous few days
had blown away
and the sky was light blue
and the sea a much darker hue.

I and my two friends
walked on the still deserted beach
and there was an old life buoy
on which we couldn’t decipher
the writing,
some half rotten timber
all evidence of that terrible storm

and one of them
picked up a new Rolex watch
with the gold shining
brighter than a wedding ring
with no indication
to whom it did belong

and that day stays with me
like a holiday on the French Riviera
or at Sandy Bay
and right around us
the most beautiful women
were bathing topless

with breasts of all shapes and sizes
catching the sun
and holiday was in the air
and we could have spent
that whole summer there.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Sonnets of home

I dream of building
a mansion, villa
or big white house
with a lot of space,
or maybe a Tuscan place
or two set on a terrace
on a mountain
with a wonderful view
overlooking the ocean
with a ivory white beach
that runs as far
as the eye can see
and to make it home
just for you and me

The birds will be our companions
and whales and dolphins
will pass in the bay
and a garden
as big as a park
will run all the way
down to the sea
and every plant and tree
that you like will be there
and vegetables will grow in patches
against the hill and there will be orchards
with juicy red, yellow and orange fruit
and plantations with big green pines
will cover the rest.

III

The house will be a white pillar
that towers like a castle above it all
and a place where any wary traveller
will be welcome to visit and rest
and there will be steps coming down
to the bay and a lift or two or three
next to an azure lagoon
where a cool river splashes down
in a big pronged waterfall
and we will be able
to lie in the bright sun
and run with the dogs
on the white beach
like children having fun.

IV

l’Envoi

Let others live in big crowded cities
and be packed into matchboxes
reaching up into the sky
and have more neighbours
than they care to know
but you and I
will be able to watch
blue waves twist and break
and hear the melody
of the rushing sea
and your studio and our home
will stretch from the hill
down to the aquamarine ocean
and touch the big sapphire sky.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Surf Talks

Oooh I love you
Giggle giggle
The surf talks
Do you love me too?
If the surf could talk, I know shed ask
Do you think youre equal to the task?
If the surf could talk, shed say
Beware I love you
So Id answer very carefully
And Id ask if shed be there for me
And the surf says always
Beware I love you
The surf says I want you like you want me
Am I in you? are you in me?
Tell me
The surf talks
And it knows what to say
The surf talks
I must learn to obey
The gun cocks, the clock stops, the earth rocks, the surf talks
The surf talks
Puts its tongue on my skin
The surf talks
While its sucking me in
The door locks and unlocks, the veil drops, the surf talks
She has promised me a beach of pearls
And an endless wave, a perfect curl
And she tells me always
Beware I love you
She will place the world inside my hand
She will touch the soul of every man
She will take my message
Im here to love you
The surf says I want you here inside me
Am I in you? are you in me?
Tell me
We are standing on a beach of pearls
We are riding deep inside the curl
And everybody all around the world
Must surrender when your flag unfurls
We are standing on a beach of pearls
We are riding deep inside the curl
And everybody all around the world
Will be dancing in the sea.

song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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We walked on the beach

We walked on the beach
my shadow and I.
Rocks protruded
out of the sand
and a big ship passed by.

The tide was high
and the angry sea crashed
and slapped spray
upon the rocks.

a Strong wind scratched
me with buckets full of sand
and I wondered what had happened
to a perfect day at the beach,
but later the wind died down.

a Single gull surfed the air
and suddenly it wasn’t there
and only the green sea,
the white-hot sun,
surf crashing on the beach
and I remained.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Seabirds

Mighty waves come crashing down,
The spray is lashing high into the eagles eye
Shrieking as it cuts the devil wind,
Is calling sailors to the deep
But I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
Surf is high an the sea is awash
An a haze of candy floss, glitter and beads
Rock that we sat on and watched in the sun
That was hot to touch
And the sea was emerald green
I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
And I can see you smile
Surf comes rushing up the beach
Now will it reach the castle wall and will it fall
Catfish dappled silver flashing
Dogfish puffing bubbles in my deep

song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Sandpiper (Cavatina)

(after Elizabeth Bishop)

The leaping spray that roar, the swishing fling
of surf and sand,
plays in and out as waves rush to and thro;
where it does stand
while searching for something on tiny legs;
it understands
the roaring toss, a world of surf and foam,
while rushing on the wet beach it does roam.

[Reference: 'Sandpiper' by Elizabeth Bishop.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Seagull

Seagull you fly across the horizon
Into the misty morning sun
Nobody asked you where you are going
Nobody knows where you're from
Here is a man asking the question
Is this really the end of the world
Seagull you must have known for a long time
The shape of things to come
Now you fly through the sky
Never asking why, and you fly
All around til somebody shoots you down
Dadadada da da da down mm mm mm mm mm mm
Now you seasgull you fly, seagull you fly away
And you'll fly away today
And you'll fly away tomorrow
And you'll fly away, leave me to my sorrow

song performed by by Bad Company
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Spring Gathering

I'm wondering with my soul prepared feeling off and on
breeze within the springtime glare.I have met in my
mind a woman more fair-fairer than the bending green
of brooks, rare is her beauty never misunderstood.
Fairer than the mist over hills and mountains.
Fairer than sunshine on water when it sparkles.
Fairer than the sound of birds calling, mating.
Fairer than rapture of rivers running full force.
Fairer than trees with leaves of gold.
Fairer inside those dark brown eyes.
Fairer than raindrops falling from rooftops.
Fairer than a breathing bed of flowers.
Fairer than the most enchanting pools of the jungle.
Fairer than the sky in a radiant blue.
Fairer in heart than I could have ever imagined.

poem by William Blackman
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She Was White Blonde

She was white blonde,
her eyes sometimes bright sky-blue,
she was white blonde,
with a foot right next to the abyss
when I held her tightly against me,
and for the first time really noticed her well,
she was white blonde…

poem by Gert Strydom
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As We Walked Upon The Unspoiled Beach

As we walked upon the unspoiled beach
the sea touching our feet swept in and out,
rushing water swept our tracks out of reach
and we laughed and splashed and did shout.

Around us little crabs rushed with their shells,
while the waters was rushing higher in the bay,
we were caught, captured in the sea’s magical spell
but with the rising water could not any longer stay

as the water in splashing spray did rise and swell
to escape the rising danger, to much higher we went
as the sea was coming in, its salty odour we did smell
while we did wander in the surf to our heart’s content.

we found some tranquillity, did our love renew
on a rock surf splashed, falling on us like dew.

poem by Gert Strydom
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I know that I have never have been as alone

I know that I have
never have been as alone
as at the Strand
that December holiday.

People in love
smiled at each other
everywhere that I looked,

some walked hand in hand,
some sunbathed together,
some splashed into the sea

but there was no you and I
and on that day
my heart was breaking

and I sat on my own
gazing at the deep blue
when a shadow fell on my face.

The sun made her blonde hair gold
and the smile on her face
was innocent and pure

and somewhere in the blue of her eyes
I saw my own pain
and she sat down next to me wordless.

That same morning before I took
the train to the beach
I prayed for someone to understand

and felt so lost from life
and hopeless as if never again
I would make a impression
on somebody beautiful

and she said that tomorrow
will be another day
and that in time
the pain would go

and that girl was really sweet,
we shared some ice cream,
acted as though were in love
and somehow everything felt right
and I never saw that girl again.

poem by Gert Strydom
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