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!

Tuesday, 12 August 1986

Poem Number 155 - My Week To Week - 12/8/1986

I just don’t know where to start to explain my week,
Maybe, if I should control the time button to recommence again.
A weekend of arguments with my sweetheart,
A Monday that started what I would call ‘ a long weekend!’

Many of us workers can stand little pressure,
But when it boils down to gaps to be filled in,
One staff on annual leave; one staff anew, two staff who will not assist (outside their jobs),
One manager away for a week, two bosses away for the last day of the week.

The three Underwriters provide me with advice,
The old boss will still advise of his knowledge,
With work getting slow behind,
Today Friday, I’ve decided I’ve had enough and leave at peace, at five.

Throw away all papers and pen!
Wipe off the aches and pains, off your feet!
Take off your working clothes and don’t worry till tomorrow,
Soak yourself in a bath and fall off to a deep sleep.

Wake up fresh in mind, with a daily potential to meet needs,
Sit, sex and relax yourself.
To think of sweet nothingness all day long,
Don’t give orders; just pretend that you’re giving them.

Now does that entirely describe to you, your work,
Is that how anyone else’s week has been?
Well, if it isn’t, put pen to paper, with yours,
Is that, has anyone’s week has been. 
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