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!

Friday, 3 June 1988

Poem Number 292 - The Wisdom He Has - 3/6/1988

The wisdom he has is kept within his own self,
He has learned knowledge like all university professors buying 
     fruit from markets,
You listen like a learned man so you can learn yourself,
With the  softness of our bottoms relaxing on the comfortable 
     carpet.

It was such elation that from deep within us,
We could talk to each other with our minds at peace,
Then Taji, he had wanted to show his plans,
His plans of family and of unforgettable past.

Like treasures of centuries past: the paper of gold appears,
Displaying what was left behind:  a career a family.
I could see how a difficult decision it was,
To leave the old country of life to start anew.

How tears would not drop from Taji: hard working good-hearted 
     face,
How important my life had been until I seen these approval plans.
How life was so different in the old country, yet he left to come 
    here,
How I felt special by him showing that is private?



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