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, 18 February 1988

Poem Number 268 - A Helping Hand - 18/2/1988

Last week I received a nice special phone call,
To be asked to give a hand, where no one's pulling his or her socks.
What is it, 'He is asking me to do?
Is to give help for the State elections coming up.’

For who lives down in south in Cronulla,
It is a pleasure to do this for the Liberal Party,
But jokes aside the winning tide has arrived,
I only help for the party not for the candidate.

I know her chances of winning are strong,
And I know that there's only a slight chance,
I could be wrong, so to just enjoy the drinks and food of the election night,
To be with crowds of supporters who work hard all day.

And then listening to minutes of news reports,
That presents such stormy forecast for 'Barry',
And to eventually hear the cheers and laughter,
Of a hard fought courageous landslide victory.

With Neville out,

With Barry out,

With Nick in,

And he's forever holding on!
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