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:

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Wednesday, 13 August 1986

Poem Number 157 - Peace On Your Own - 13/8/1986

How many times have you felt like a beer?
How many times did you want to puff a cigarette?
How many times do you want to make love with the same woman?
And how many times you thought deeply of self-peace?

Peace can come in many forms,
Peace can also be broken down and torn,
But for peace for amongst ourselves,
Can be treasured for more than a lifetime.

I believe in wars of any kind,
Only when I have looked at the reason why,
But I do believe in peace for individuals,
Of which, in today’s world is rare.

How can we enjoy peace in comfortable surroundings?
For this I will not answer, as only God could.
But in my own wisdom of words,
And deep sunken in these words.

First of all, you need silence all around you,
Or if any, very little at all.
It could be waiting for everyone to arrive back home,
Or down a not known beach, getting a bright suntan.

Up in the forest of mountains; listening to a waterfall,
Down in a city park, with no crowds to be seen,
Driving in your vehicle; so some unidentified place,
Not getting involved during peak hours of the rat race.

As long as your body is relaxed, to its’ full content,
And your mind is completed at rest,
Your blood circulation is running at ease,
And nothing will interrupt your entire composure.

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