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!

Thursday, 11 August 1988

Poem Number 297 - A Child Of An Adult - 11/8/1988

The treasures I still have, deep in my memory,
Of such golden day of my sweet marriage,
Yet still anew my wife with love of mine,
The crystals still  shine high into our lives.

For the peopel whom were invited invited to our special day,
I, as John, will not delete their faces from our life.
Neither  will my wife, 'Nirmala' may be distracted  by them,
But for the record, of one's ultimatum to discourage for pleasure.

For he that talks with such disgrace of our love,
As he himself is of the same background of my wife.
For he will never live such peaceful lives,
But for the day, he will marry himself forever will he see.

A person can be taken to certain  limits  of his or her life,
Jokes aside can cause damage or harm to one's own anger,
And most frequently this backfires onto the original person, whom jokes around,
Yet the peaceful attitude and condition of a man will bring prosperity and weath to another's life.

The person of whim I have to work with,
Has turned me away from him by accidental conversation abuse,
So this child of an adult is not grown up to make decisions,
But to to his name he lies like, 'Lionel'.











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