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, 2 February 1988

Poem Number 253 - Is It Cricket? - 2/2/1988

To wear white on a mid summer night,
To have three pieces of wood with two bits living on top,
To be packed up for protection against bowlers,
To be hitting a cricket ball with a wooden cricket bat,
To make run or runs to a high point score.

Not to be bowled by a fast bowler or spinner,
Not to be caught in the slips, gully on outer field,
Not to be bowled without hitting the ball with the bat (LBW),
Not to be caught on a run out when deciding to go for a hard run.

Not to be caught off the glove or the hand,
To make a century runs or two,
To get all ten wickets without a run being scored,
To not agree with the empire’s decisions!

Is this cricket? Is this cricket season?
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