FROM THE POET

This is a series of poems written by John Svododa over a number of years. There are times of peak-where numerous poems were written & there are also times of lows where there are long periods between each poem. As the author is trying to reach a goal of 1001 (and then retire!!) it was never envisaged that this would be done over a short period of time. Poems can be humorous, ridiculing someone or something, show a meaning of hurt or love or even project feelings that not necessarily be directed to the same person/thing, can be a reflection of life or to be life. Most poems are trying to send a message to the reader be it not understandable or nonsense.

The idea of this poet is not to have any ill feelings against anyone but to be read by young whom can learn about life – and by the elderly look back at what could have been. Some are very personal- but who cares when you are currently living in a life that has total enjoyment. Suggestion is not to criticize but to take in the enjoyment of creative poetry make it meaningful and thus may be you can be an author.

SO NOW:

Please Read On!

Monday, 1 January 2018

Poem Number - A NEW YEAR BRINGS.......... 1/1/2018

A new year means a new begining for some,
From being born and planning life's future fun.
A New Year is supppose to bring greater joy and laughter to everyone,
Yet the New Year does not hide the fact there is sadness around the corner to be found.
So each New Year we glorify as better than ever before,
Then comes the year when we lose someone close to you: dear to your heart more.
The loss dampens your happy thoughts of your year,
There is no such way that your loses can be replaced so far.
So each year is a mystery year: as we always provide best wishes to each other,
So the New Years brings goodness of life to each other.
What we don't wish to each other is comforting someone with a loss of a loved one.
Now is the time in the New Year, to seek to move on,
Yet it is difficult when in your heart is your loved one,
People question the reason of loss,
But none will know the answers nether the less.

Sunday, 4 September 2016

Poem Number - A Father Is A Father

A Father is there when a mother gives birth to their child that inhales their first breath,
A Father is there when the child has its first feed and sleeps day on to day nights air fresh,
A Father is there when there's nappies to be changed, washed and cleaned,
A Father is there when the child makes its first opening the eyes discovering its parents.

A Father is there to support the mother, when the she is exhausted, tired and overwhelmed,
A Father is there when the child  does its first crawl using hands and feet on the carpet,
A Father is there  when the child  start using the hand to touch to learn and be told,
A Father is there when the first walk is slowly and struggling to reach one end.

A Father is there when the first work is spoken as each parent finds out is it "Mumma" or "Daddy"!

A Father is ther when they make their first run and ensures there is enough space ready,
A Father is there when they ask their first questions, with many more to come,
A Father is there  when they go to their first day of school and makes sure they end up at home.

A Father is there when the homework is  homework and  and not just playing fun,

A Father is there when the child wants new friends to  come home and eat out in the sun,
A Father is there to take the child to places, for fun and entertainment,
A Father is there to assist and be a guide to dealing with life challenges, goals complete.

A Father is there when a child wins or loses races, games, exams and  be a sideline coach,

A Father is there when a child needs to talk more then listen, just keping in touch,
A Father is there  when a child completes their education, has a new partner and gets married,
A Father is there when a child grows up and becomes a father or mother, God's love fulfilled.

Wednesday, 18 May 2016

Poem Number - Foreign Parents

This is the time we think of our sins against others that have passed away,
The ones that gave us life, suffered pain and nurtured us to growth, in each way,
They that paid for your clothes, food, drinks, drove us to school,
They that checked you report and sometime when from hot to cool.

They smacked us in need, they yelled as we had to be yelled,
They gave only food and water for one week for my words of back hand,
I not know that should I have  been listening more closer to them,
I would have been what they wanted me to be for them.

For I not knew the hard lives they lead in there country of origin,
Coming from wars where lives were lost in millions,
They they came here with no father, no mother and no brother or sister,
They that started a family with pride of joy no matter if it was girl or boy.

I now plead for their  the voices of Mum and Dad to be heard,
I now ask for they listen in heaven for my prayers to be heard,
I now ask God for forgiveness for not making me hear them, then,
I now know I much love they had for me and for to them.

As each year passes, as each month passes, as each day passes,
The great memmories shared are the great memories cared, in minutes,
For I am the son of parents that made my life easy to live,
And now as I remember them, have my children easier in their life.

Bless Mum And Dad


 

Saturday, 9 May 2015

Poem Number - Happy Mother's Day Tomorrow!

Happy Mothers Day Tomorrow!

A mother is a woman that is special to all mankind,
A mother nurtures the young child in the womb into our great world,
She feels like the wind cooling you down in the hot sun,
She has the majestic powers to listen and talk to daughters and sons,
A mother has the experience of leading your child the right way,
A mother has such wisdom to make each day last to another day,
A mother knew her mother and wants to follow in the shadows of her steps,
A mother would like her child to lead their life and follow in her footsteps,
Yet a mother's nice word must be heard,
To listen to and be understood,
A mother will be that guide that you were looking for, when lost,
A mother will find the right way to take you out of the dark Forrest,
A mother is your mother that kisses and caresses you in joy,
A mother will be equal to her children: whether it be girl or boy,
A mother will jump over fences and swim in water to find you, if lost
A Mother will pick up your mess and leave you so cleaned!
Your mother will always be your mother even though she leaves this world,
So if she has treasure her love for her and tell her how you love her untold,
Take her out, shout her a meal, ring her up, visit her and pray for her,
as although Mother's Day is near - every day is Mother's Day forever!

 

Thursday, 1 January 2015

Poem Number - 'Special Living Day' - 1/1/2015


Lord God, we pray that you forgive us of all our sins,
We pray that you see your love within all our lives,
Lord God, we thank you for the life on earth you have given each of us.
It is within each of our lives that you have made each person special.


Lord God, we pray for eternal peace, love and understanding of each individual person,
We pray that as loving individuals we do not commit sins against anyone,
We pray all people's and anyone's belief s in their own religion are united as one,
We pray for anyone's so called, 'enemy' to become our own friend.

Lord God, we pray that people listen, learn and give time to your 'Holy Word'!
We pray that our politicians, church/religious and community leaders, preach the 'Right Words',
We pray that all people around the world are given food and fed daily,
We pray that the one that can give: can give from their heart, rightfully.

Lord God, it is for you only that we live and breathe,
Lord God, is for you that we pray from the New Year: for your 'breath of life',
Lord God, we pray for others that don't have time to pray,
And finally, Lord God, we pray you make all of our lives happy in every special living day.
Amen

Monday, 15 December 2014

Poem Number - The Colours Of One's Loss. 15/1/2014

May the fields bloom with roses of all colours,
May they bring us happiness as we smell the airs freshness: the best of scents.
Isn't it great that the sun will shine early in the morn,
From the day your parents brought you into the world as a new born.

Each child is brought into the world as being as special as they truly are,
Each breath, each heart beat each moment of living on our earthly space,
The time is precious as the child learns about living the life it does in worlds of war and peace,
That  then warms the hearts of all other humans around as they keep their lively pace.

Grown up are the children now, they become the parents of their children and later grandchildren,
It is the life they want to live they they will live,
As they go down the straight roads with slight left and right bends,
Out of the darkness of all travels with come the shinning bright light of God's Calling.

So the waters of the worldly seas with stop to waiver and be still,
Sands Hills will turned into plush green plains with no hills,
Forests will be tranquil as the bush makes its own sound,
Creeks will gently flow on to rivers making lives mend.

Thus the day of darkness will come to each one of us,
A day will end when we mourn for our  life's superstars,
Yet, we will never forget those that so loved us,
As we  always  remember the one's we so loved, our life's shining stars.

Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Poem Number Richard Amery I Met Today

Richard Amery , Hon. State  Member for Mount Druitt,
I met today briefly,
He is such a nice gentleman,
There are mixed feelings I feelings I have of Richard Amery.

These are regarding recontesting the seat of Mount Druitt next year,
At this stage he is keeping his options open,
As stated to myself today,
He lives at the same little house for over forty years.

He loves the area (like I do and many others),
And claims he really has enjoyed doing his work as a State Member of Mount Druitt,
I do hope he contests the seat,
But that is up to him and his Labor Party Team to decide.

I remember when I wasn't living in the area,
 And he had the post of NSW Minister of Police,
He may not have realised that he would have made a good NSW Premier,
If he chose to take these footsteps within the NSW Parliament.

Richard Amery has a string following in the area, 
And would be hard to beat him on election day,
 t would have had to be a string Independent Candidate to do so,
To me that is highly unlikely.

In relation to Public Transport, Richard Amery,
Is wondering why the Opal Cards be available at Sydney Train Stations,
To understand this,
This  can be understanding.