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, 3 November 1987

Poem Number 227 - Melbourne Cup Fever - 3/11/1987

Melbourne Cup Fever is not such an illness,
It is a historic and family approach to excitement and entertainment,
Continuously enjoying the markets of different horses weighs,
Taking off to the winners and losers of races gone past.

A new winner is won in every race that is held,
A new loser is lost in every race that is held,
And a mare or a stallion is born to be bred,
Bred amongst us all, to nothing other but win.

Is there a chance in life to succeed amongst the best,
Or are we taken upon the true reality of whose best.
Maybe as we race each other just amongst ourselves,
We race against justice, peace and the everlasting life of us.

So be it may, that we endeavour in so peacefulness,
So be it may, that we carry on the job of non-war,
But be it ever so truthful that to survive is to win,
To make us look happier than the bloke in the thin jockey suit.

Are we weight properly amongst ourselves, in true prosperity?
As the wealth and fortune stabilize the society we live in.
Glorious are the days hen victory is so present,
Glorious will the day be, when we all enter heaven.
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