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
The Life of a Pencil
A pencil I am rough on the edges they sharpen me left on the ledges
Birthday Poem For My Son David
With each day passing endless thoughts arrived I walk away and dream that they have survived
The Removal Of A Special Soul. (My Son)
Why? , take away his solitude defacing his stone, was also my sanctuary when we were alone.
Last Man Standing
Astronomers, Scientists, Dictators and Philosophers all have lived and died, from beginning to the end sustaining discovery, invading recovery.
Tattoo my mind to the wall watch the blood seep through veins of thought, tranquil, tenuous, tepid
Dylan Thomas, A Human Being He Was
One says, one thinks, but who knows? , who really cares? , charisma glows historians, journalists and friends opinions divided, dictum's and trends
An Elegy For My Son.
In a life he is the absence of life, death is meaningless we give enough,
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
I am a dedicated follower of me and as happy as can be I sometimes fight my demons and don't always win.
Faulty Towers 2
My Wife's 50th birthday treat turned out to be a farce
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
My Pathway to Peace
A calm subsides within my shell sober in mind though still in hell senses yearn an attentive sort feelings nurtured while thoughts abort.
Hidden Tears Within
Let the rain roll down the face Hiding tears of sadness for Our grief will come to us Without even asking, playing
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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...