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, 8 March 1988

Poem Number 273 - Chopped Finger! - 8/3/1988

When the mood is more than cheerful,
When the atmosphere is filled with fun,
This is a time when things go reversed,
And when everything turns into panic battle stations.

 Last Sunday waiting for my wife to get dressed,
To attend a 'French community' family party at Mum's,
I was to pick up a pair of  very sharp scissors,
But to be playing with them, shaping then into the air.

 And it so just happened this play stopped to seriousness,
Leaving me bleeding constantly,
As I chopped off some skin off my finger,
Leaving me yell and scream like as in thunder!

 It took a while before the blood stopped bleeding,
And embarrassingly we  bandaged it up,
So everyone at the party knew I had an injury,
Leaving me to answer questions all the time.

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