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!

Tuesday, 6 November 1984

Poem Number 80 - Within Myself - 6/11/1984

I have found myself, within myself,
With the confidence I have re-earned.
Is this because of my important true love?
Which, lost as it were…………is now found.

Never have I decided to be so thoughtful,
To such a glorious, loving kind person.
I don’t need to say, “Will this new, be with me?”
As my mind certainly (and definitely) knows what the answer will be.

May our love, never separate us from each other,
For truthfulness is what has been holding us together.
Apart from the trusting love and affection,
This will make both of us head, towards one direction.

This beautiful mature love and understanding,
For me, cannot beat any other love I’ve had before.
I will look after and care For Barbara (and Wayne),
May I lead both our lives, neither feeling rich nor poorer?

One woman sitting in a shed, opposite her husband,
Watching, looking at every moment, I awake.
Shaded by firm tree, overlooking all over,
Footpaths, with consistent traffic, traveling to and fro.

Sun becoming coolly aided by a Southwesterly breeze,
Maybe, I’m in a state of mind, of self-control.
There are no factors destroying me,
Yet, now I’m only twenty-three.

Feeling so soft: from top to toe,
I look at my future, not being so bleak.
I think I’m gaining strength, within my self,
Yet I feel so lonely on the outside.

Yesterday I met a girl, whom by co-incidence,
Only met her mother, only a few weeks ago.
To God’s answer coming to me,
To respond to this girl? If so, let it be.
This Andrea, whom I thought I met before,
Evidently turned out to be her sister!

Barbara and I had decided both, to live in a flat of our own,
I agree with my full-hearted love, to care the same for “Wayne”.
Even though, I say to others, who question me,
“Yes, I care and love Wayne (yet I’m no real father of his)".

There will be many-a-time, when such an occasion will occur,
For Barbara to be pregnant and show me, our first child.
We both don’t mind pink bed sheets, to sleep on,
And we would definitely hope, our first child’s a daughter.

I insist in God answering our prayers,
In all our best days, in our lives to come.
So we can build and grow a family,
And that! We will of course work at that………..at home!