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, 28 June 1984

Poem Number 76 - All Wrong - 28/6//1984

Gees! It was fine to be my own lawyer,
To say freely, anything about her,
To legally get back all my belongings, together,
To speak to a court official, appointed arbitrator.

May this, small court know the truth,
And when her body is present, using her influential sweet voice.
She tried to tell side stories,
Which did not get her going any way.

She can try as hard as she can,
To give ”Bullshit” evidence.
But my questioning was straight forward,
Like I had just hammered a nail on the board.

My confidence did not show nervousness,
Right throughout the whole procedure.
But my case was just over half prepared,
I think, she was shocked to hear, what I had to say!

Waiting outside in a car, was her new (prey) fiancé,
Who did not walk out and had nothing to say.
Michelle wanted to find out from me (the same as before),
As why I have left her, just like a hat dropping on the floor.

But I kept my mouth shut,
As I knew, what she was up to.
But what I found out from her,
Makes me glad, that I left her at all.

She told me: she had two children,
And never before mentioned that to me!
Now, for a woman to keep that from a man,
That is totally wrong, for one to do!

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