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!

Sunday, 15 April 1984

Poem Number 64 - What A Great Day! - 15/4/1984

Do you know that I should’ve been at my Dad’s birthday, today?
Do you know that I have just seen a new friend, today?
For a long time now, I’ve been trying to find out, myself,
I always believed that I was in search of myself,
But not all of this, maybe for the better!

Life is so short,
When you think some more about it.
But when your mind and body is at rest,
Enjoying this peace is not the worst.

May the sunshine all through the windows,
To make us, see right through the darkness.
May the whispering ghosts of yesterdays,
Speak out loud and be at your feet.

Be it, with or without good friends,
May you reign in your kingdom, forever and ever.
Think twice about hurt,
But don’t fall down into the dirt.

Be clean, neat and tidy,
Be courteous to anyone, you know.
Don’t be smart and put on a show!
Just be simply you.
As only you holds your own life in your hands. 
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