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!

Saturday, 27 September 1986

Poem Number 179 - Stunned Amusement Or Entertained Confusion - 27/9/1986

Only a three-hour sleep within the last couple twelve hours,
And yet, my body is forcing me to sleep it off.
While awaiting my girlfriend, finishing her Saturday work,
I sober my thoughts on the night of the last.

A grand opening of a Kings Cross disco/night club,
A grand night of requesting the vegetation of girls to the floor.
Free drinks galore to cater Lionel and myself,
An occasional joke of satisfaction and entertainment swapped between us.

The city sights from this disco/night club of ‘The Cross’,
Had the upper class touch of feeling, with warm smiles around.
The women of such stunning dress appearance,
During songs, in pairs light-footed, to a dance.

Oh, how I wish today wasn’t today, but yesterday!
With rememberable thoughts of approaching the human female,
And the swallowing of drinks going all the way down,
Adding a touch of class to the feet tapping, on the disco floor.

Knock backs after knock backs, fell flat on my face,
Acquaintances of us, all watched every move, I made.
The overall reaction left them either with stunned amusement or entertained confusion,
The end result of this ongoing persistence was three out of twenty-four to dance. 
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