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!

Wednesday, 3 February 1988

Poem Number 263 - Tears Of Joy - 3/2/1988

Today, while speaking to her parents on an overseas call,
My wife shedded some tears of joy that showed sadness,
This was so, because she has heard of such bad news,
That touched heart close to her heart of happiness.

To be disheartened by the news of her only alive brother, Sunil,
Losing his job as a service station attendant,
But to everyone’s affect: has now made his income to nil,
And so many other people are losing jobs and businesses.

Sadness by the military dictator, whom employs ex-criminals,
Expressions of country ownership in his small trained eyes: voices on his ground are heard around the world.
To anger the disappearing residents of the country of Fiji,
And leave the country to a bottomless pit of endless snakes.

Let the new leader of Fiji cause drunken fights,
Let the smiles be quickly wiped off people’s faces,
Let everyone suffer with hardship and shed every wet tears,
For the people that have loved your country are now of ‘you’ living and feeling fear.

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