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, 20 January 1984

Poem Number 38 - Unmotherly Mother - 20/1/1984

May she, who interrupts me,
Be thought of. Unkindly.
May her doors and windows, remain open,
So that buckets of rain will drop down.

Her heart seems to be so small (or is hollow),
Nothing will ever change her attitude, not today or tomorrow.
Let her sunshine become rainfall,
As I don’t really like her at all.

The pressure’s on both of us, never having a word to say,
Just hassles and hassles I get my into everyday
I’m fed up with the nagging,
And this is making my fiancé, very angry.

Tension I have had and if you talk to me, I am tense,
I wish, you used a bit of common sense,
Is it terror and personal destruction, you like?
Well, if this is so, if this is so, you’d better go on a one-way hike!

Piss off, my mother!
Go away and don’t bother!
For you will then suddenly learn,
What I want and need from you.

To the rest of the family,
Who never seem to listen to me.
I am leading a most happy life,
And I don’t care to what you “Bloody-well have to say”.

Golden are the days, that I live with her jot at all,
Distract us completely and you’ll go to hell!

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