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, 7 August 1986

Poem Number 151 - You Can't Live, What Should Be Dead - 7/8/1986

What is the most inhumane thing in this world?
And will never disappear from the sight of the earth?
Homosexuals, who will walk: hand and arses together,
Earrings in each ears, and extremely tight blue jeans.

In their relationship both sexual and emotional,
There will be one man who performs the role of a woman.
I’ve heard of homosexual couples getting married in Melbourne,
And I’ve heard of “Closet Queens” turning into different weird lifestyles.

These men will be dressing as transvestites,
These men will continue to be transsexuals,
And eventually end up as a sex-change woman,
With actions and words under-reacted by them.

They can call themselves “gay”,
They can call their political group, ‘The gay rights lobby',
But there’s no way, I would like to see ‘gays’ married,
If you’d ask me, we should throw them all, in a concentration camp.

The ropes should be swinging for them,
 By night, all right through the day
By no means, should they be getting away,
As all they do are all the beds, we never will.

As the men-to-men relationship, aren’t the only queer ones around,
We have the woman-to-woman relationship,
Of which, they all should not be served equal justice,
Which will at the end, stop these woman burning their bras.

Don’t give them food! Let them starve!
Whether there would be a friend, family, of same race or color.
Or even the most mentally important human, you know,
You can’t live, what should be dead! 

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