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!

Thursday, 21 January 1988

Poem Number 244 - My Beating Heart - 21/1/1988

What do I have to say or do,

To make people who are close to me, realize,

That a joke is a joke not an argument,
Repeatedly, I say this to these close people.

People, whom I care, love and give a lot of attention too,
People, that don’t have that extra little bit of humour,
People, whom also care, love and give their attention to me,
But these people don’t realize that crying is important over an argument.

An argument for which I am asked to take the blame,
(Just like most others that I regrettably accept),
For which I am accused of hurting people,
For which I am to accept this unnecessary accusation.

No marriage of mine to my wife will break up!
No wife of mine (Called ‘Nirmala’) will pack her bags and leave,
Not even me will pack up, go and break our marriage,
I have thick skin like my beautiful wife and nothing between us will bleed.

Kiss of love I will always give to my wife,
Kisses from deep within my beating heart,
And I will from now not raise my voice to high,
Because of being accused of starting arguments.

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