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!

Wednesday, 2 November 1983

Poem Number 16 - My First Big Blue - 2/11/1983

As my mind was so confused,
On the first night of my big blue.
My heart was pounding: faster and faster.
Why did Michelle annoy me with all those telephone calls?
Why did she hurt me and say that those guys were her boyfriends?

Is it bad for me to get angry?
When she rings up her old boyfriends?
Would it be right for me to do the same to her?
Yes. It would definitely be bad for me to do that.

She, did not realize how bad I felt that night,
But, I know that she felt so unhappy and sad.
I pleaded guilty, as I had quite a few drinks,
As well as the drinks she consumed.

The woman that I love and I thought was so swell!
According to other people, who care about me,
Is it the reason that I am so immature?
For the first time, to me,
I drank like I was drinking straight water.

I could not find any words to say, at the time.
It’s like, if I rang one of my ex-girlfriends;
That is something I would not do,
As I know, I’d be doing something wrong.

I am a man, who is still trying to grow up and learn,
To be more of a man, can that be a big task?
Can’t I find the openings, of my own can?
Breaking out, with precious feelings, just to be opened at one end.

I know which hand I should take things in,
As I’m not such a person, who would like to hurt anyone.
I’m growing tenderly feelings of love, every day,
As both of us feel, the same about each other.

There never seems to be a wonder or question, in mind,
When She is not feeling very well.
I seem to feel the same as well,
I try my best, to comfort her and make her happy.

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