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, 18 April 1988

Poem Number 277 - House Worker To Bludger - 18/4/1988

A lovely dinner for two I always come home too,
My wife has  has prepared and cooked our dinner.
She has  physically hand washed our clothes,
She cleans the entire flat and  finds little time for herself.

 I admit I do little to improve chores around our flat,
 But I have less time than my wife that I spend about.
Once I come home from work, I have my dinner, ta, rest, talk,
And assist in cleaning up of dishes, rest then fall asleep.

I can tell that there is too much for my wife to do,
So I will go from a full-time bludger to a full time house-worker.
To tell and show my wife that I can do things properly,
Enabling more rest for my wife's weary bones.

So pull up my socks I do,
It not sit down and re-dinner enjoy,
To share the household duties,
No to become a bludger!









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