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, 29 May 1986

Poem Number 104 - Each Other's Descriptions - 29/5/1986

What is Carla’s description of her John?
What is John’s description of his Carla?
Is it that the word to describe themselves,
Is with sweet and freshfull words of mutual lovers?

It isn’t marriage that they see in their eyes,
It isn’t hatred they think of, in their minds.
It’s the love for such youngsters,
That endures in their soften hearts.

Will they fight and disagree verbally?
Will they be jealous of another?
Will they comfort in sorrow,
And start a new day tomorrow?

One thing is, as mature adults,
They can talk and communicate to each other,
At any topic…and all choices,
And even end up with a happy voice.

It is hard to indicate both the goods and the bads of life,
But it is simple to compliment and abuse.
For anyone with feeling will do, both of the above,
Just for the sake of indirectly telling that they love.

Perfectionalists do not worry about abusements,
They will always try to self-improve.
May it be that there is nothing, so important,
Than the woman, I love “Carla”.

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