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!

Monday, 1 September 1986

Poem Number 160 - How Do I Feel? - 1/9/1986

I feel so remarkably strange today,
My friend from work told me of his weekend,
To be re-united with his old girlfriend,
And I had a surprise phone call from my ex - fiancé /friend.

Am I to believe, that what is quiet is now alive?
Is it right for me to feel that what I said to her, was true?
Is it in my imagination that all she wanted was a friendly screw?
After all the hell and the trouble I’ve gone through, for the years gone by?

To me, it feels like I wasn’t in such a tremendous shock,
But to hear from her speak with force, her voice sounded so soft.
Is it a trick of my heart, playing up on the outside world?
Will it make me be a puppet on a string, “with no visible ties?”

Oh how, do I want to suddenly want to react to her?
Do I hear the doorbell ring and instantly open the door,
And let the pauper and the beggars reach out for more?
Oh god of heaven and earth! Oh God, of creatures of all!

Oh God, please tell me if what I am feeling is so wrong?
Please tell me. Please tell me what is now right.
To be feeling like a blind cat on a rampage, not knowing where to go,
To be amongst a crowd of people, not knowing even of them.

How do I feel to have the cold wind, blowing inside my ear?
How do I feel in the night on a beach, not wearing any clothes on my rear?
How do I feel in a pub; my shout, no cash do I have?
How do I feel to be me and how do I behave? 
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