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, 15 December 1987

Poem Number 235 - A Womans's Breast - 15/12/1987

An intriguing thing a man finds of a woman physically,
It’s the way a woman shows off her breasts, in public.
For her, it amazes he, that of the two sexes of mankind,
She is only one that develops two breasts, on her chest.

For this reason, some men choose their woman with this method,
The wolf-whistle when specific woman wears tight clothes,
To show the rest of the world how stunning and sexy she is,
By letting her protruding breasts be seen by every man!

Some men ponder of how at that very instant,
They would unclothe her to bare skin,
So that they would fondle her breasts with their small hands,
And eventually devour them in a deep sexual encounter.

But to women who just don’t believe that men fall in love with them, because of the size of their breasts,
They consider that if a man so loves them so nicely,
It would be of many mental and physical reasons,
Of which neither one would be first. They’d both be equal.

It is hard for me to see in this world,
Al women to develop their breasts to a large extent,
But it is not hard for me to unblindly see,
That her love to her special man: grows everyday, warm and contently.

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