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!

Sunday, 23 October 1983

Poem Number 12 - Move Out To The West - 23/10/1983

Coming home from work,
Finding furniture we both earn, not there!
Someone had been right through the place,
And they damned well, didn’t seem to care.

Missing important items, which were needed,
As I reported this robbery to the police,                                      
And asking our neighbours, all around the place,
They said, “They didn’t hear a sound in this vicinity.”

The dogs were not barking,
As they usually do, to strangers.
And the windows in the bedroom, seemed to have been, a little bit open,
Things like that really scare me and make me so frightened!

But, from that, I know what we’ll do in the near future,
Leave this flat we’re living in, and move out to the west.
As this would make us feel a lot better.
Whether moving, will be sooner or later!

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