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, 10 February 1987

Poem Number 201 - Mystery Past Love - 10/2/1987

Man:                What did make us break away,
                        Far from our fun loving days?
                        Was it too much love,
                        Spread between us?

Woman:           Oooh! Maybe if you rinse your sweet little face clean,
                        To show your true colors of your fresh skin,
                        Maybe, you’ll see clearly your self, in the shadows:
                        The torn deepen woods, in-between us.
                        Just think of the good times we had always had.
                        Never think of the worse, than that of the bad!

Man:                I feel shocked. I feel startled.
                        To hear those words, make me feel so guilty,
                        I must tie a hangman’s knot,
                        So that my head will be hanging from the noose:
                        Every swing I will have,
                        Will take more of my breath away, for me to die.

Woman:           Every swing will bring disaster!
                        Every breath is what you need to live!
                        Come and be cheerful with all the friends you have hiding from,
                        Come and be merry and let happiness shine upon you.
                        For best days of your bright future,
                        Will be awaiting beautiful maiden, ready for marriage!

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