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, 10 March 1984

Poem Number 55 - The End - 10/3/1984

I thought, I loved,
But “Oh! The pain!”
To love a love, that is not true,
And that came, from a love that was not true.

I leave the love, I do not love,
To find a love, that is anew,
With the new may come a love,
That is really true.

Oh! For the new,
Oh! Love of life,
But not with you,
But with the new!

No sorrow for the love, that is untrue,
No regrets, no tears!
Just hope that I can trust the new,
After all the pain of untrue!


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