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.

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Showing posts with label Peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peace. Show all posts

Sunday, 4 September 2016

Poem Number - A Father Is A Father

A Father is there when a mother gives birth to their child that inhales their first breath,
A Father is there when the child has its first feed and sleeps day on to day nights air fresh,
A Father is there when there's nappies to be changed, washed and cleaned,
A Father is there when the child makes its first opening the eyes discovering its parents.

A Father is there to support the mother, when the she is exhausted, tired and overwhelmed,
A Father is there when the child  does its first crawl using hands and feet on the carpet,
A Father is there  when the child  start using the hand to touch to learn and be told,
A Father is there when the first walk is slowly and struggling to reach one end.

A Father is there when the first work is spoken as each parent finds out is it "Mumma" or "Daddy"!

A Father is ther when they make their first run and ensures there is enough space ready,
A Father is there when they ask their first questions, with many more to come,
A Father is there  when they go to their first day of school and makes sure they end up at home.

A Father is there when the homework is  homework and  and not just playing fun,

A Father is there when the child wants new friends to  come home and eat out in the sun,
A Father is there to take the child to places, for fun and entertainment,
A Father is there to assist and be a guide to dealing with life challenges, goals complete.

A Father is there when a child wins or loses races, games, exams and  be a sideline coach,

A Father is there when a child needs to talk more then listen, just keping in touch,
A Father is there  when a child completes their education, has a new partner and gets married,
A Father is there when a child grows up and becomes a father or mother, God's love fulfilled.

Thursday, 1 January 2015

Poem Number - 'Special Living Day' - 1/1/2015


Lord God, we pray that you forgive us of all our sins,
We pray that you see your love within all our lives,
Lord God, we thank you for the life on earth you have given each of us.
It is within each of our lives that you have made each person special.


Lord God, we pray for eternal peace, love and understanding of each individual person,
We pray that as loving individuals we do not commit sins against anyone,
We pray all people's and anyone's belief s in their own religion are united as one,
We pray for anyone's so called, 'enemy' to become our own friend.

Lord God, we pray that people listen, learn and give time to your 'Holy Word'!
We pray that our politicians, church/religious and community leaders, preach the 'Right Words',
We pray that all people around the world are given food and fed daily,
We pray that the one that can give: can give from their heart, rightfully.

Lord God, it is for you only that we live and breathe,
Lord God, is for you that we pray from the New Year: for your 'breath of life',
Lord God, we pray for others that don't have time to pray,
And finally, Lord God, we pray you make all of our lives happy in every special living day.
Amen

Monday, 15 December 2014

Poem Number - The Colours Of One's Loss. 15/1/2014

May the fields bloom with roses of all colours,
May they bring us happiness as we smell the airs freshness: the best of scents.
Isn't it great that the sun will shine early in the morn,
From the day your parents brought you into the world as a new born.

Each child is brought into the world as being as special as they truly are,
Each breath, each heart beat each moment of living on our earthly space,
The time is precious as the child learns about living the life it does in worlds of war and peace,
That  then warms the hearts of all other humans around as they keep their lively pace.

Grown up are the children now, they become the parents of their children and later grandchildren,
It is the life they want to live they they will live,
As they go down the straight roads with slight left and right bends,
Out of the darkness of all travels with come the shinning bright light of God's Calling.

So the waters of the worldly seas with stop to waiver and be still,
Sands Hills will turned into plush green plains with no hills,
Forests will be tranquil as the bush makes its own sound,
Creeks will gently flow on to rivers making lives mend.

Thus the day of darkness will come to each one of us,
A day will end when we mourn for our  life's superstars,
Yet, we will never forget those that so loved us,
As we  always  remember the one's we so loved, our life's shining stars.

Friday, 23 October 1987

Poem Number 219 - Fire, Land, Air And Water - 23/10/1987

My day of glory of everlasting happiness,
Is such a time of joy and smiles.
To my true hearts future, there is a bright light a shining,
A shining with glows of a startling rainbow stream.

The water, land, air are being sensed about,
The fire that burns the land, to bring new bush,
The air that helps the fire burns or stops the fires movements,
The water that puts out the fire and with air helps mother’s nature grow on land.

To be the fire, I am not,
To be the land I feel touched,
To be the air, I may be,
But to be the water, I will be.

This day of finalizing our marriage arrangements,
This day of warm, friendly and unforgettable forth comings,
Is a day of remembrance for my sweet fiancé and me,
To be proud of being together, with such love and tender care.

I am so proud to have met and to have loved,
I feel so happy to be loved and for me to love.
Yes! For the first time in my life, I will be joining my hand’s wife, a beautiful life,
A wife who cares, a wife whom loves and a wife who completely understands. 

Wednesday, 13 August 1986

Poem Number 157 - Peace On Your Own - 13/8/1986

How many times have you felt like a beer?
How many times did you want to puff a cigarette?
How many times do you want to make love with the same woman?
And how many times you thought deeply of self-peace?

Peace can come in many forms,
Peace can also be broken down and torn,
But for peace for amongst ourselves,
Can be treasured for more than a lifetime.

I believe in wars of any kind,
Only when I have looked at the reason why,
But I do believe in peace for individuals,
Of which, in today’s world is rare.

How can we enjoy peace in comfortable surroundings?
For this I will not answer, as only God could.
But in my own wisdom of words,
And deep sunken in these words.

First of all, you need silence all around you,
Or if any, very little at all.
It could be waiting for everyone to arrive back home,
Or down a not known beach, getting a bright suntan.

Up in the forest of mountains; listening to a waterfall,
Down in a city park, with no crowds to be seen,
Driving in your vehicle; so some unidentified place,
Not getting involved during peak hours of the rat race.

As long as your body is relaxed, to its’ full content,
And your mind is completed at rest,
Your blood circulation is running at ease,
And nothing will interrupt your entire composure.