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!

Thursday, 13 October 1983

Poem Number 9 - Young Couples - 13/10/1983

If you weren’t married to the one, you love?
And your relationship is going very well,
Like an innocent young couple,
Getting to know each other, for the first time, is well.
Do you think this is wrong?
For two compatible people, living together?                            

Husband and wife, its such a smooth life,
No real hassles or biffs, between each other at all.
As when we’re together, the warmth is within us,
As we both know so very well.
And all our friends care so much for us,
To see us getting married, as 'husband and Wife'.

Then there’s my mother,
Who thinks she understands,
That our love is a true love,
That’ll always extend.

And my so-called, “Father,”
Who seems to cause more trouble with my mother,
As it doesn’t seem to help,
The relationship between Michelle and me.

We’ve just spent some more money on ourselves,
Buying things together, bringing us further happiness.
Taking away the strings that is attached to my mother,
And finally enjoying, the result of our expenses.

We went away, one long weekend ago,
Away from our troubles and problems, of everyday
I made Michelle cry,
On the night we stayed away,
I know and I will always keep from her,
The reason for letting her cry.

When it hurts, to hear one’s past,
To talk about the future,
You talk about more confusion,
And remembering, how we both got together.
As we found, that in life, there is a lot more worth living,
In this small world of ours.


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