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!

Wednesday, 25 June 1986

Poem Number 120 - Innocent Consumers - 25/6/1986

It’s been years since I have ever had,
It’s been years since I felt flaked out,
It’s been years since a flat mate went to jail.

It’s been years since I touched the stuff,
It’s strong inhalation, brings the smoke from all around,
To cough up, choke and be left on your own,
While you keep on floating inside your head.

It is suppose to ease your frustrations and nerves,
And there are no instructions to tell you, if there is a medical caution.
It’s a self-destructed drug that has a long-term affect,
Which makes the medical officer’s job, harder to detect the drug.

Once you start an the small drugs,
You can lead yourself to expensive lethal drugs,
And all you do at this stage,
Is earning money, just so you can use the drugs.

I don’t believe every copper is crooked,
I don’t believe every copper is straight,
But when it comes to drugs, that are revealed,
Don’t they take photographs and then burn the whole illegal crops.

With many drug bust, made now-a-days,
By our friendly coppers of days-anew,
The drug peddlers and pushers are all to blame,
Yet, the innocent customers die off, in shame.

Let these cowards be publicly hanged, in full sight!
For they will then show our world, how we mean it.
Send the customer to a rehabilitation Center,
So we can see them, pick up their heads and shake it out!

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