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, 27 March 1984

Poem Number 60 - A Young Man, I know - 27/3/1984

I have gone through a life, of a thirties man,
I hope someone I know very well, doesn’t do the same.
In such a short time, I have been ripped apart thoroughly,
By a woman, who turned out to be such a bitchy one?

If it wasn’t for good people, whom had cared a lot,
I would have been a terribly lot worse off, than I am now.
I have never laid back, in a home of my own,
But I have moved home, with other, from town to town.

Such a woman would be, who would not repair the clothes,
She would see and act indecently, to other men of those,
Who have only one thing on their mind,
And for sex, with the other mankind.

I don’t feel defenceless towards, 'her', at all,
In fact I know, I am standing on solid cement. Oh so tall!
I have been so gullible to anything put in front of me,
Yet, at present and in the future, I feel so free.

May this young man not go through this turmoil, I have been through,
As he is somewhat similar to me (when I was so young).
Shyness to talk, anger and continuous talk,
Stubbornness and silentness, is what I used to be like.
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