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, 4 September 1986

Poem Number 163 - Abortion Memory - 4/9/1986

Have funny decidable feelings of abortion,
I mean, I’m not sure what’s right or wrong.
To kill an unborn child seems evil-minded,
To let live the child and pay-off the mother, the same seems evil-minded.

It’s happened to me, to decide upon a child,
But to my surprise, I did not want to believe the woman.
This woman had a three year old child and was just separated,
This woman was sweet at love, but bodily large.

As this happened years ago,
I don’t think I’d forget this episode.
For the day this woman was operated on,
I gave and left her with the nose down treatment.

Whether I was in there, right or wrong,
A big, quick decision had to be made.
What was going through my head was never told,
But to a twenty-two year old bachelor, with a pregnant separatee.

Sure our bed manners were enjoyable!
But to be shocked once, I have learnt.
To be pushed to a situation of engagement and marriage,
Was definitely no way, I’d live my life.

Abortion may have be the way out, as an excuse,
But to me, I will never forget,
The hard time, this woman put me through,
Wanting me, to comfort her by her side. 
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