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 50 - Back At Home - 3/3/1984

Sorry, won’t be enough for the hurt,
And the bad feelings, I’ve given Michelle.
I left but not for the real reason,
Not for My girl. I was not fair on her.

For the moment, My girl is one of a few women whom understands
Michelle did not want me to leave her, yet I did!
By myself, when I am at home and Michelle isn’t there,
I don’t have the same worried feelings, I used to have.

All I do to solve that.
Is keeping myself busy.
Occupied myself doing small housework,
Just by doing little things that need to be finished.

Coming back home at 'Wenty',
Throughout the whole past wee,
I never loved my girl, so very much before,
Maybe this was due to our small separation period.

Right now, I am driving around in the area,
Trying to find a house I cannot afford.
Something that I am trying to work on,
Financially, I save no money at all!

As My girl is away today,
On Army reserve duty,
Of course, I know where it is,
This does worry me at all.

The poems that my girl had recently written,
Were her own deep thoughts.
All about myself and other men,
And also, have the rest of the world.
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