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, 3 March 1984

Poem Number 49 - The Precious hand Of My Future Wife - 3/3/1984

My girl is a long way from home, again,
Army Reserve has taken her to Singleton.
I know this time; I won’t react like last time,
No! No! I am old enough not to act immature.

I have the courage, to think myself,
Not to feel so lonely without my true love.
As I wait to go to my first bucks night,
In a way, I’m not scared to go right through with it.

I won’t be drinking too much, for my own sake,
Making me think about how my own buck’s night will be.
Will I go blind and not be able to see,
Until the day, I take hold of the precious hands, of my future wife.

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