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!

Tuesday, 6 January 1987

Poem Number 194 - Criminals At Large - 6/1/1987

For all that has been given to us by others,
Are special gifts of gold, packed in nice little bundles.
The kind-hearted souls who reach out and pour,
They keep on pouring with beautiful over pouring results.

Those whom greed for no love of mankind,
Those whom don’t Share and cherish the relationship of love,
Those whom in their only evil minded meaningless attitude,
Have no end result of glory and won’t be forgiven.

Smiles saddened faces rarely occur,
The laughs of the dead cannot be heard.
The cries of the unknown children of future generations
Will be the results of what mankind has taught.

Anyone can go right up to somebody and beg,
Anyone can go right up to somebody and borrow,
But nobody should go right up to somebody and steal,
And nobody should go right up to somebody to buy him or her out.

What in this world of ours, will kill the continuous crimes?
Who has the guts to order or push the button of an electric execution?
Where will all the criminals go to, when they admit their sins/
Why is punishment made easier for criminals, while society is burdened with their problems?

Hang these men and women of backgrounds,
Let their skin rot under god’s created soil,
And let their stinking bones burn and dry to ashes,
And this will tell them, to not enter our clean proper community again.’
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