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, 8 September 1986

Poem Number 167 - Lost Virginity - 8/9/1986

The moonlight night seemed to have been long,
But for some young couple of teen years,
Their shadows would be coming to the light of the night,
As both their virginity would have disappeared for long.

They lied to each other before they agreed,
As they wanted to ensure the other, that they were experts.
Experts enough to excuse bleeding and uncertainty,
On the aspect of how to perform sexual intercourse.

At least, they chose the right atmosphere,
At least, they were released of pressure from parents.
Twitching nerves and fumbling of all sorts,
Presented the final shocked result for them.

For a girl, who was a young seventeen,
For a guy, who is reaching eighteen.
The sweat poured right from the start,
Not a single word said, not even a fart!

They now have been married for many years,
And never have ended either in tears.
They have rested their undressed minds on a sandy beach,
Unpolluted by any youngster and talk of past, until sunset.

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