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, 29 April 1984

Poem Number 66 - On Your Own - 29/4/1984

Is life so short, to be own your own,
That the days are long?
Is it right to stay in bed all day,
Or is this wrong?

I’m just living a life on my own,
Just to show that I have grown.
Preciously my life was, in turmoil,
Now, it’s only me who I can spoil.

With my television on,
And all blankets wrapped around me,
Just bare nakedness, just lying there,
And the sun shining, just right out side.

Maybe I feel as if I should have a woman, in need,
But I know now what I want, indeed.
It’s different for me, to cater for only one,
But now all it is a great ball of fun.

All I want is a little push, to aid me,
And that was all my two good friends gave to me.
Strange may it be, but not so quiet,
I’m number one and I’ll take no side bets.
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