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!

Saturday, 18 February 1984

Poem Number 46 - Living Our Lives By Ourselves - 18/2/1984

This is not the season for breaking the ice,
This is not the separation I need to have.
My heart is not wondering, who I like,
Nor is it telling me, to go on a hike.

In my life, I am told I have been trouble,
Confusion I have caused for sure, tonight.
But, from somewhere high, as lit as light,
I was sensing that the best for me, to leave right away.

I tried leaving, without Michelle knowing (Who has been my other half).
Is that what I would like to do, is hurt. No!
I am definitely sure that I have done the right thing,
But I left because of all sorts of known different reasons.

My girl's mum was a heart of gold,
Yet, I did cause some conflict and hardship within her family.
I have been told numerously by all, how silly I am,
And how psychiatric treatment is required by me.

I come back to my own mum and dad’s to work things out for myself.
I will not stay long.
As I have to find a place I need to grow, to be a man,
As I know, I surely can!

My hearts throbbing as if I want to hold Michelle, tightly,
Mum and Dad’s car has been packed already.
Debbie’s throwing items, directly at my body,
The sadness of my departure was plain stakingly showing on both of our faces.

My poor girl, whom I left in tears,
Wondering why I’m doing this to her.
So far, our relationship had been great for us,
As we needed to be living, our lives by ourselves.

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