I was born in Swansea 1951 and attended secondary and comprehensive schools, leaving in 1967 to work in heavy industry until my early retirement at fifty five.
I took up writing poetry seriously in 2009 which have become an important part of my life and I take my inspiration from life as it motivates me to write just about everything objectively and subjectively.
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alex sarich Poems
To be a Rose for a day
A day in the life of a Rose arousing Spring with divine fragrance guiding an elegant silky slender stem through surrounding blankets of green flesh
Birthday Poem For My Son David
With each day passing endless thoughts arrived I walk away and dream that they have survived
The Life of a Pencil
A pencil I am rough on the edges they sharpen me left on the ledges
Last Man Standing
Astronomers, Scientists, Dictators and Philosophers all have lived and died, from beginning to the end sustaining discovery, invading recovery.
The Removal Of A Special Soul. (My Son)
Why? , take away his solitude defacing his stone, was also my sanctuary when we were alone.
Appreciate Your Life
Laugh so the world can laugh with you cry and you cry alone you take out of life what you put in sorrow walks before you
Your Hell is not Mine (Father)
My roots were your seeds my thoughts were your promises my hope were your sins
Another Christmas Without You.
A lull in snow soothes the cold air caressing silence in it's form remembering you young and fair and not the face of the storm.
Bonded By Two Trees
Divided souls but bonded by trees a shrine has entombed our Son's memories
After reading excerpts about the 1966 Aberfan disaster at Merthyr Tydfil South Wales, where 144 lives were lost (116 children and 28 adults) , I wanted to write a poem of dedication to all who perished in that terrible tragedy. My heart goes out to all the families who have and still suffer their loss. Your grief is everlasting hope is your understanding
An Elegy To The Memory Of A Special Lady
Her heart was soft and voice so meek a gentle soul would often speak so all her charm would carry through to spread it equal to all anew.
Happy birthday sweet fifty
You are my princess of passion and beauty my life, my wife, soul mate and friend
Listen To Them
Listen to their tone of voice we will learn from them do not criticize, do not scorn, though secure their knowledge.
Man and Tree Together
Within my heart I see within yours standing shy, thoughts molded together bodies breathing the same air drinking from the same earth's flowing
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To be a Rose for a day
A day in the life of a Rose
arousing Spring with divine fragrance
guiding an elegant silky slender stem
through surrounding blankets of green flesh
standing out as being sharp, hardy
therefore attractive, persistently arrogant
possessing a swagger with guile
a no nonsense approach to
whoever encroach the space
just posing in the garden
flirting, attracting birds, bees
through perfumed aroma
from petals with petulance
fifteen years of growing in the same patch
emerging with young green leaf
sprouting new buds, makes a serious
contender for Rose of...