Alex Sarich 2013 12

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alex sarich- 55 poems -

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alex sarich (9/9/51)I was born in Swansea 1951 and attended secondary and comprehensiveschools, leaving in 1967 to work in heavy industry until my early retirementat fifty five.

I took up writing poetry seriously in 2009 which have become an importantpart of my life and I take my inspiration from life as it motivates me to writejust about everything objectively and subjectively.

I am happily married and my wife is my soulmate and my best friend.I loveher dearly.

I enjoy reading Linda pasten, Dylan Thomas, Robert Frost and many moredifferent poets.

I have have had 3 poems published with Forward Poetryin different antholgies.



A Bird Losing Control

This bird a conservationists concernhas disappeared from our human lenswhile an oversight has discovered it's returnonly to be found in woodland fens.

Threatened species in declinestreaked brown back spottedwith pale underpants to it's spineforehead flattened, feathers knotted.

Not seen for fifteen years, East, Westof Europe, Asia and Africa late yearneeds to breed to solve our questa passerine bird small and austere.

Mixing diets of insects and berriesfor promiscuous parents they areto quell hunger and fill their bellieschattering a fast whistling ja ja ja.

A Warblers song tune

alex sarich



A Chosen Path

Life can be valued through fateA ride through roads at the top of lifeUnbalanced, causing chaotic strifeFull of relentless despairIt lies with that person who fearsThe middle ground for change.Locked images in two mirrorsreflecting boundariesFor choosing a path of redemptionSeeking a message withinThough life being the only handicapChallenging what to put inIn order what to take outA continuing journey to humanHappiness and contentmentRevealing that person without the mask.

Feb 2012

alex sarich



A Son remembered

A voice to be heardby angels abovewith finely tuned birda holy white dove.Soul to sanctifyand memories savedrespectful replyto coffin engraved.

Visions in Heavenoutline his spiritsafe in God's gardento edge of summit.I walk on soundless stepsthough feeling bereftof fumbling footstepsthat's all I have left.

June 2010

alex sarich



A Tree

Dwell not on misfortunesobsessions, rancour andcynicism, memories age,encoded in barkI am a Tree.

Wrinkled and wiserooted to the ground,budding leaves of tearsI am but a Tree.

Seasons sow tireless seedsflowing prated themesnot yet known but stillI am a Tree.

Ages past it seemswithout end and rainbowscircle unshadowed skiesfor history remains intactI am but a Tree.

Written April 2010.

alex sarich



A Warming

Homemade bread fills an open coal fireplacemoulded effigies of yeast congregate on the open hearth,some scatter onto a cold tarred floor, warmed by anover-spill of cabbage water from the kitchen,which soothes the small boys soaking chilblains throughcolander socks from the only heat source awayfrom the fireplace. Moss an anorectic frizzy sheepdogwhines as the queue gets longer.

His Father stood in the doorway stinking of garlicwith a blood stained apron hanging from his thicksweaty frame, his voice echoed across thestone slabbing and bare bashed walls.Frightenedbut not stirred the boy joins the others at the tableresuming the shared duty of scavenging for whatevercabbage leaf water (soup to them) was available,so comforting his fear temporarily whiledipping and dunking torn chunks of bread.

Nov 2011

alex sarich



An Elegy For My Son.

In a lifehe is the absence of life,death is meaninglesswe give enough,why take moreSo desolate without him,I mourn each hallowed bier.My woes fill my erodedheart and burningflesh internally.My shattered spiritclings to hopeit could be a dream.The cradle has becomean empty cask of ashes,you Son I thoughtwould live forever.Closing my eyesI whisper your namewith softened voiceholding it nearmy weeping heart.

Written January 2010.

alex sarich



An Elegy To The Memory Of A Special Lady

Her heart was soft and voice so meeka gentle soul would often speakso all her charm would carry throughto spread it equal to all anew.

Cheeks were pallid with passive eyesspirit within beckoned to risewas loved and accepted by alluntil a signal was heaven's call.

Unfurled life burning beyond agewith another chapter and turned pagea daisy was planted to growappraising her with heavenly flow.

A guardian now looks overher grave, by a four leaf cloverthe final pang shall be no morepeace at last, so close the door.

alex sarich



An idyllic calm at Monkstone Bay

An idyllic calm sets the morning scene at Monkstone Bay,awakening begins the movement with rushing high tidesof spume, in waves of silty supplanted sand,screaming seagulls echo against curved rocky outcrops.Pathway to the beach is located from the gated farm,that descends down the winding steps, brushing asideoverhanging branches that block the path downward.

Speechless, soundless air tainted and batteredby natures noises through slapping of a recedingtide on a ravaged rippled rock formationsurrounding a veiled image of an amphitheatreexposing cracks, crevices and fissures.

The golden sands sweep against the oceon bedbetraying becalmed fishermen and fish alikeinto constricting confusion of contested waters.A coastal path, private beach where seagulls reignsetting beautiful scenes, treasures and wildlife,portraying it's vision of peace and serenityat Pembrokeshire's Monkstone Bay.

Written August 2010. (This beach is in Pembrokshire South Wales)

alex sarich



Another Christmas Without You.

A lull in snow soothes the cold aircaressing silence in it's formremembering you young and fairand not the face of the storm.

Cold is the earth you were buriedwarm in thought of remembrancedusty, rusty stone worn weariedan image held high in reverence.

Xmas brings me joy of reuniona candle I will light for youmy faith is strong as the oceanto believe in God, that I do.

My gift to you a hand to reachyour spirit sacred to celestialsecrets of wisdom I beseechyou, labyrinth of life that's fruitful.

Written on 9th Dec.2010.

alex sarich



Appreciate Your Life

Laugh so the world can laugh with youcry and you cry aloneyou take out of life what you put insorrow walks before youserenity walks besides you.

Your peace insideis your voice outsidebe real and alivethe rest will survivemirth and joy floats in my heart.

I sleep in sombre timesbut awake with a dreamto grace an untroddenpath of glory, froma cruel world asunderto man with love immortal.

15th June 2010

alex sarich



Birthday Poem For My Son David

With each day passingendless thoughts arrivedI walk away and dreamthat they have survivedthrough each faded hourmy tortured heart burnsto welcome you in armsfor memory yearns.When I lost you foreverI lost one uniquethat can never be replaceda Son with mystiquebirthday wishes to youGod bless, sleep tightloved today, yesterdayforever day and night.

2008

alex sarich



Bonded By Two Trees

Divided soulsbut bonded by treesa shrine has entombedour Son's memoriesyour tree is oursand ours yours.We share the samepain and heartachebut also sharethe fruits of hopethrough the abundanceof tears trickling downthe Weeping Willowand Golden Conifer,that were plantedfor our Sons to knowthey are not forgotten.I often look outto the corner ofthis garden ona winters morn,yellow beaked starlingprobing the earthssurface for wormssquirming in bladesof wet grass.When I look towardthe Golden Conifera shrine for the Son you lost.I know when youare looking towardthe Weeping Willowyou are thinking ofour loss too,both of whom arebonded by those two trees.

(Written November 7th 2010)

alex sarich



Chasing Shadows and Silhouettes

One chilly Winter's nightwalking through the parkmoving stealthily in the darkstaring up toward the moon,a map of barren dust.Circled by still stars lightingthe night skies casting a beamtoward my skinny framewhen a silhouette appears.Engaging in canter toward speedwhile gazing at arcane surroundingsfeeling bewildered.Accompanied with presence uninvited,a dark companion decides tochallenge my versatility and dynamism.A race to the finish, but who would win? .The blood in my body sankleaving me cold and somnolent,unaware of what was coming next.Heart quivering, I shook with fear,being beset by shadows an elongatedsilhouette started to disappearbefore my very eyes.Slowing down to a stroll, I turnedaround only to discover no one there,just an imaginary jogger.I've been chased by my own shadow.A wry smile only blanketsthe circus of events.

March 2010

alex sarich



Childhood

In childhood I dreamI'll be a man one daybut how?If I cannot become a child.In childhood I dreamI'll be a Father one daybut how?If I cannot become a Son.My memories fade,but why should itdestroy my dreamstranscending ignorance.Parents dazedin spellbound greed,can offer no responseto a child in need.Withering away under a cloud,no one sees or hears a sound,just a dot in the oceanof devoid emotionand withheld devotion.

Dec 2010

alex sarich



Dark lonely nights

Night time arrivesand the weekend begins,shivering moleculesof damp flesh onmy limbs already slaughtered,clumsily dropping my half nakedbody to a cold black tarred floor,as I resume quality territory.An arm supports my heavy headlike a pillow, the other wrappedaround my lower half, hugging myskinny frame so as notto freeze though I do havethe comfort of my Hendrix hair.

Uneven curtains hang by cobwebsover the window, a dark dampenedsmell of coal dust from howlingeddies within the fireplace.The door closed between us, onlya voice echoing through thin wallsbellowing a combination of musicsounding dissonant, escaping justone night of drunkenness, andreviling, but not every night,I drift into slumber.My hope of waking to a dreamof happiness and joy was shatteredby sunlight slicing through dark curtainseams, forcefully blinding my eyes.

June 2011

alex sarich



Describe Myself

I am a dedicated follower of meand as happy as can beI sometimes fight my demonsand don't always win.My obsessive nature returnsfor an episode to begin.Balanced thoughts, steadied reactionsgains ground from turbulent reactions.Mellowed mind in tranquil timesto boisterous bells resonating chimes.My world a circle of doorsone stay open while others close.I possess a curricula vitaebut be honest does it make me be me? .

alex sarich



Dylan Thomas, A Human Being He Was

One says, one thinks, but who knows? ,who really cares? , charisma glowshistorians, journalists and friendsopinions divided, dictum's and trendswritings in print of smut and smear,shackled prey of stock appeara master of literary talentbattles feared and fought through lifethirty nine years of pain and strifea human soul was he, Dylan Thomasthough nothing else, that was his promise.

15th June 2010

alex sarich



Facing Life

Farewell my Sonyou are safe nowa path for you is cleared.Your flesh no longer feelthe air I breathenow a child of silencelistening to the voice of spirit.

The few short years that werea journey of life can begin,you reached your summit thenso peace is now within.My thoughts transcend into dreamsdispersing into the mist.

My grief is everlastingbut passionless, it would turna statue to dust and filla desert with tears.I walk alone facing lifewithout you, I missand love you dearly, forever.

March 2010</>

alex sarich



Faulty Towers 2

My Wife's 50th birthday treat

turned out to be a farce

instead of first class service

everything was completely sparse

from room service to laundry

should come with a caveat

in victorian decor and sundry

no tea, coffee or serviette

shower cold and just a dribble

not a piece of paper to scribble

no hoover, duster or even broom

threadbear carpet were in our room

sandpaper towels, holes in all

foreign waiters await your call

from all the ones you'll have to stay

most will be desperate to get away.

May 2011

alex sarich



Flight of the Red Kite

Centuries ago, bird of preyThe KiteChestnut red, head pale greyPatches whiteA predator of skiesIn full flightSubdued by tractionLives by predation.

Exterminated in most regionsThe KiteHunted for it's verminous threatIn flightFork tailed, with two footWing spanNot large, aggressiveBut how impressive.

One breeding female remainedThe KiteIncubating in oak trees, dayAnd nightMarch to April they feedThe youngHunt or preen, eggs will hatchHanding Kites a purple patch.

March 2010

alex sarich



Fragmented Families

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 ofdedication to all who perished in that terrible tragedy. My heart goes out to all thefamilies who have and still suffer their loss.

Your grief is everlastinghope is your understandingsweet, innocent, youngand old, once graced thisfine Welsh land of ours.Their memories willnever fade, their words,thoughts will betreasured throughout all life.Their heart's belongin the valleys of songa lost generationwith no explanation.These families havehistory with lost one'sso tragedy and traumawon't hinder their willto build their lives again.Hold your heads up highfor tributes have comefar and wide to all144 stalwarts andinnocents who died.A disaster never forgottenbut shared with griefand memories of lovedones forever more, Amen.

(Written December 2nd 2010)

alex sarich



Hidden Tears Within

Let the rain roll down the faceHiding tears of sadness forOur grief will come to usWithout even asking, playingDifferent roles, so whenComfort deny us painThey see our faces and willKnow it will come back againEven if disguised, prayingAmnesia sometimes. Tearswill always warm the songsOf sorrow, subsiding the silenceWithin our hearts, playingRhythms of grief.

January 2012

alex sarich



Honour Our Soldiers

They are special people, our heroeshonour them for our freedomwelcome them all home from their woesdefending the people's kingdom.

Oppression, terror feeds all dictatorshistory recalls the bloody battlefor all those who died, braving soldiersas foe ensnared them like farmyard cattle.

One voice have spoken for all enamouredsacrificed in victory and defeata sound of bugles from soldiers amouredand driving back of enemy in retreat.

Though souls were lost but some were foundtheir valour and courage I reckonthe many names blazoned all aroundtheir memories redeemed, never forgotten.

april 2010

alex sarich



Last Man Standing

Astronomers, Scientists, Dictators andPhilosophers all have lived and died,from beginning to the end sustainingdiscovery, invading recovery.

We have starved this planet,obliterated and impoverishedsociety, destroying mankindand all earth's history.

Our Sons and Daughtersno longer trust us.Our great pioneers reversingroles of self destruction.

Our restless race have splitthe blood, stopping theheartbeat of mankindconquered by greed.

We have gone to sleepnot knowing if we willever wake from these traumasand tragic times.Blow the bugle, it'sthe last call, as I amthe last man standing.

2010

alex sarich



Listen To Them

Listen to their tone of voicewe will learn from themdo not criticize, do not scorn,though secure their knowledge.Succumb to the observatory skillsfollow the journey intothe wilderness and beyondpursuing goals and dreams.The ability to learn is astoundingthough should be judged on merit.Everyday decisions based on rationalityforming the structure of youthnot afraid of change.Adults we are, but still Neanderthalin ideology so incriminateourselves beyond the pale.Listen for once, to zealous youth growing,it is our beginning to understand thattheir odyssey is toward a life fulfilled.

AM Sarich June 2011

alex sarich



Living Without You

You took your life,it feels like mineI am emptywithout your presence,as my thoughts aspireto nothing, likea river flowingthrough a mapof ravines, outto sea, lost forever.

My veins fusedtogether withmusic of emotion,drowning my bodyin aspirin blood,while sorrow seepsinto my heart.Numbness is therealization not theunderstanding, causeI don't want toI never will.

2011

alex sarich



Lost Boy

I am a childwho remains in mindwhere only bodyflourishes.A child in a man,muted, abandoned,repressed-condemned,scarred intensely.My voice resonatesin the nightchilblains ache forwarmth and bodyis weak with hunger.Crying myself to sleepI wrap myself in heavykhaki blanketsno one knows ofmy existenceno one cares aboutthe timid lambin the flock.

(Jan 2010)

alex sarich



Man and Tree Together

Within my heart I see within yoursstanding shy, thoughts molded togetherbodies breathing the same airdrinking from the same earth's flowingbreasts, you and I.

For all seasons due, arboreal ancestrywill awaken and birth will unite uslike no slave of death and tortureaspiring to greatness,man and tree together.

Toiling through time togetherentwined veins, suffusedour flesh, which bear fruits of joygirth betrays agebut not wisdom.

Our minds caressedlistening to sounds ofroistering grey squirrelsscampering over spinesexuding poise,beauty and balance.

God give life to allurenature's roots to spreadoils, witnessing growthof all creation throughall it's senses.

alex sarich



Mental Health

A stigma it carries (mental health)discriminating against allemotions in society, sendingthem to hell and back, but throughour trusted advocates picking uptheir bleeding hearts ofthese vulnerable jewels in societyare welcomed in all drop in centres.A vacancy for mankind from all level's,however obscure or having legendary status,their liberty is sacrosanct. a safe havenis created for each dishevelled,distressed and distraught individualwilling to share their pain,grief and trauma. Their minds aremotorways to heaven and hell, ravinesto reveal the soul through cracksand crevices to their character.A map of their destination layin confused minds, so changingperceptions and behaviour willvoice opinion which will buildsolid foundations for the future,upon ending the first chapterof this emotional journey.

2013

alex sarich



Missing You

Each one that passes throughlife into death and beyondleaving scars behindour insufferable pain continues,a dream it is notthough I wish it were true.The first soul to the lastremain in our burning hearts.

Every year, every visit, a smilefrom your tainted photolaying weather washedstirring stained memorieswhile the wind blows deadfoliage through scattered headstones.My love for you undiminishedembroided on my heart.In silence and solitudea song of laughter and sorrowis the seal of our bond.

2012

alex sarich



My Brother

Brother, I don't know how I'd cope in life

without you, this world and all the strife

my friend you are indeed, in my heart

each day a challenge not knowing where to start.

I beckon you in brotherhood, you never let me down

even in sorrow and pain there's laughter or even a frown

I hold you in high esteem that's what you deserve

we have this special bond that I will preserve.

Amid all life's trials and traumas you never wane

with aura second to none, a link to the chain

a cherished soul to me, a mellowed calm inside

that won't diminish as long as you're by my side.

March 2011

alex sarich



My Pathway to Peace

A calm subsides within my shellsober in mind though still in hellsenses yearn an attentive sortfeelings nurtured while thoughts abort.

Voices drowned by burning breathsilence serves the smell of deathrekindling all hope through timecomforts memories sublime.

My soul chants a soothing tuneheavenly chords, angels strewnplease open a path for mereleasing my demons free.

June 2010

alex sarich



Obscure Souls

My heart will sing a thousand timesto souls a resonance of chimesthe dead no longer feel the painascending heaven from life's stain.the lasting remnants of their smileremembering an infinite mile.

Open a pathway to the gatestretching to sanctum to all that wait,across the waves a web is castfor the first to the very last.tears filling oceans and riversas the rest of nature quivers.

2010

alex sarich



Our Blue Sky

Good morning blue skystay light and bright.Let's see your clear dry face,refreshing the hearts of many,illuminating life with youreverlasting smiles.

Centuries have passedchanging our heavensthe fragrance of life,restoring need of presence.Covered fields of barley and rye,stretching for miles and miles.Carpets full of daffodilsthat won't wither and die.

Heads bobbing in and outin many fields across the worldpicking rice and cotten,some remembered othersforgotten, all are gatheredmen, women and childrenlaboured, good-bye blue skyall have savoured.

Written Dec.2007.

alex sarich



Our Sacrifice

From Mother's womb to Mother earthcreating life from all it's birthGod you sacrificed your childwhen he was meek and mildwhy did you take ours? .We all carried your painyou did not carry oursso decided to abstain.How do you expect us to learn?if all the world you burn,by destroying all mankindwith Universe entwinedincluding nature's realmwith you still at the helm.

alex sarich



Robert (Rocky) Bates

Where do we start, where do we stopputting together divine words of sincerityfor a man of integrity, intelligent, witty,admired by his peers, family and friends.

Our families came together on theSandfields Estate late fifties early sixties,though from different backgrounds,we bonded instantly in childhoodand were known as Rocky, Ti, Jolly, and Pixie.

The history of our childhood became a templatetoward the development of our adulthoodand through our childhood bondingit became apparentwho we are today.

There is no manual on the shelves,to show how we should proceedbut we knew how to treat each other.That is a rare commodity in how tonavigate friendship unconditionally.

Nov 2012

alex sarich



Seasoned Grief

Every time I walk through God's gatesI'm greeted with a smileGuided by his hand with a timetable for visitsWith each of us spending momentsWith loved ones, talking to them whileWaiting for an answer that's not coming.The darkness within these soulsBuried beneath our feet will not go awayBut transcends a message of seasoned grief.Above, the sky is blindfoldedFrom the growing graves beneath,In fields of green grass growingAround stoney mouldy marble.One day the mirrored sky will dropit's blindfold, reflecting hopeAnd forgiveness to all who lieThere below, so a journey canBegin to take away our pain forever,Then you God can give them backTo us instead of taking anymore.

April 2012

alex sarich



Sorrow

My tears soak the paper I penchoking on my words intermittentlysmudged ink dragged across the paperdrowning in tears of sorrowgrey and black, shades my worldpain filling chambers of my heartthrobbing veins freeze my body numbI walk away from the tablefeeling the wound will never heal.

On returning to my chairI lift my hand to finish what I writeon the last light of day I seehis reflection shining througha mirror of innocence,as I gazed thinking why him?as this grieving has becomemy achilles heel,which no parent should suffer.

2010

alex sarich



Steel Soul

She was a Mother of fourslave in her own bodya woman of steely substance.Hid in caves of torture,wore different masks.No tear or smile would showa wounded soul grievingfor life's normality's.Why did she hold faith?with no appetite for changeno luck from him (God) ,her child bears resemblancewith pattern's without pathos.

Nov 2011

alex sarich



The Beech Tree in Winter

Standing out alonea tree in calcareous soilin cold empty spacescomforting it's neighbours,embedding it's rootsthat share earth withit's dimensions, retainingmost seasonal foliage.

Winter comes, the Beech peaks,moss combing it's cosy greybroken bark on splayed bowedbranches of twisted twine,reaching the blue grey skiesfilling it with charm throughcoming alive.

What I saw next was light snowflakesdribbling in white cotton-likethreaded strips on branches,exposing each grass green leafof this twisted specimen.Among all it's kind remainsa stranger to me with noconnection only it's solitude.

December 2009

alex sarich



The Beginning of the End

God gave life to allin a holy landso good could reign.It began one daywith Adam and Evethe seeds of lifeforming our world.A covenant with Godwas formed, withall religious bodies.For centuries our worldhave been in turmoilbut now the time has cometo end all evil andfor the fulfilment of goodinto this beautiful worldwe all live in.Be not afraid asour strength to survive liesbeneath our faith.Shy away from the old worldenlighten yours with acceptanceto a new beginning witha forfeit of the old.

AM Sarich Nov 2011

alex sarich



The Healing

My pain is deep, so deep no water on earth comparesno mountain can bear my weight of grief I carryno volcano can erupt as my heartcan from its deepest despairno stars can blind like that from the light of deathno tree I climb will take me to heaven's gate to youno prayer will bring you back to my side againno miracle can be asked for, but understandingno loss is greater than the loss of a childbut within my silence I find my sightserenity and strength to peel back the layers of griefto heal my burning body of heartacheand turn my darkened world to a brighter one.

alex sarich



THE IDENTICAL TWINS OF NOTTINGHAM

Curtailing a visit to Cheltenhamdecided a change in directionto visit cousins in Nottinghamand join the carriage connection.After considerable liaisonpursuing our long journeyto visit Hester and Jonavoiding the local tourney.

Arriving at hospital Queensasking the way to goto wards for tots to teensit's only the top floor.Seeking the new boy twinsto see them in fine fettleidentical throughout their limbsportraits of mellowed mettle.

For them and kinsfolk life beginsfrom summer through to fallsmiling florid pouts from twinsfelicitations we gave to all.Throughout caesarean birthstruggling with health and homereducing mothers girthwith happier moments alone.

Arise Sir Jon and Lady Hesterand take home kith and kin' a sorrel awaits you ' shouts the jesterto keep all safe within.Salute William and Samueltwo knights that challenged the bestthese twins succeeded a duelmeans they were up for the test.

alex sarich



The Life of a Pencil

A pencil I amrough on the edgesthey sharpen meleft on the ledgeswood and leadno heart, brain to livesoft and smooth insteadno more to give.I shave no morea splintershow me the doorSpring to Winterleaving only shavingssome lead, forgotend up on pavingscan't stop the rotsnapping all the timebut go down fightingcause I'm in my prime.

alex sarich



The souls of grief

Each one that passes through lifeinto death and beyondleaving scars behindour insufferable pain continuesa dream it is notthough I wish it were truethe first soulto the last, remainin our heartsevery year, every visit, a smileyour tainted photolay weather washedstirring stained memorieswind sweep dead foliagethrough scattered headstonesmy love for youembroidered on my heartsilence and solitudea song of laughtera song of sorrowthe seal of our bond

SEPTEMBER 2011

alex sarich



The Tomb

Tattoo my mind to the wallwatch the blood seepthrough veins of thought,tranquil, tenuous, tepidlying supine. A svelte figureno end to nothinga beginning to somethingbody servile to minda septic sievein myriads of angernot alone I standas I hold your hand.

alex sarich



The Welsh Whippet

Driving through St Mellonsa small village in Cardiff (SOUTH WALES)and place there for felonswith many a good Taff.

Approaching a speed camerain a thirty mile zoneI'm slowing toward a zebrawhile fiddling with my phone.

Looking up to my leftwhilst traffic had stoppedthough bewildered and deftmy jawbone had dropped.

A flash of flesh flew bywhizzing Whippet it wasfast as a blinking eyealready breaking laws.

It broke the speed limitwithout getting fineda lucky Welsh Whippetcouldn't be better timed.

2010

alex sarich



The White Light

I walked into a dark corridorof an ageing time pastfaded when I greeted slumber.A nightmare scornedfor a greater momentI felt a tender echoof your voice, not far away.In the chambers of my hearta message sent from an angeldreaming, laying somaticcalm within, a resurrection took place.No longer did I have to waitfor a 'White Light' to appear.I held you Sonin my arms so tightlyyour flesh burnt against mine.A smile radiant inphotographic memoriesstir my awaking eyes, blurredfrom a numinous slumber.Your light will shine forever,a sign I will cherish in lamentation.

AM Sarich Nov 2011

alex sarich



The Woman in a Matchbox

From birth, a guiding handwho desired to help fulfil dreamsflesh from Mother to Childfeeding the veins in her bodyblinded by divisions of loveand hate between parent folka soul cocooned in Satin's gardena tortured heart in shards of woe.

This placid besieged womantook a hand for better or worsebonded by birth of kinsworn to raise by devotionthough a link in the chain hadbroken, feeling bereft and sad.

A second chance to rid the poisonwithin body and mindgathered thoughts of new beginningswith births of four new facesbut turned slave for drunksparadise was a dream in disguise.

A tormented servant of lifelocked in a Matchbox for half a centurythe already fragile walls have nowbecome a final resting place and sanctuarybody embalmed, blessed to rest in peace.The last days of silencewill carry her legacy forwardto be remembered always.

The Woman had lived her life locked away in a shell unable to wrench free from atormented and burdened life. In memory of my Mother who died of heart disease inAugust 1976.

Nov 2010

alex sarich



Thirty Years

Another birthday arrivesTo celebrate your living yearsAnd reminisce over memoriesOf yesteryear from child to teenOverflowing in unforgettable thoughts.David, your name will always beRemembered within my lifetime,As I share with you a scarred heartWith chapters of your short lifeReminding that each heartbeat andBreath of air you took, isolatedJust lying so still and peaceful.These thirty birthday yearsAre very special to meFor your absence is sorely missed,Though one day we will meet againThat I promise.

Sept.2012

alex sarich



This Church Hall I know

Squeezing my mistakesthrough doors intovulnerable spacesso all can unlocktheir bleeding hearts,and share their grief,with minds driftingthrough corridors ofdarkness, embracing theirburdened lives while blindin thoughts, taking themfar beyond life's clutterof confusion. I'm willingto understand by listening,so giving back dignity,see them smilingreleasing an emotionalchain of cogs inside,though my honeymoonhas just began.

Jan 2012

alex sarich



To be a Rose for a day

A day in the life of a Rosearousing Spring with divine fragranceguiding an elegant silky slender stemthrough surrounding blankets of green fleshstanding out as being sharp, hardytherefore attractive, persistently arrogantpossessing a swagger with guilea no nonsense approach towhoever encroach the spacejust posing in the gardenflirting, attracting birds, beesthrough perfumed aromafrom petals with petulancefifteen years of growing in the same patchemerging with young green leafsprouting new buds, makes a seriouscontender for Rose of the year

alex sarich



Two Doors

When you walk through these doorsyou seek refuge, a safe haven,so when you walk back out you knowwho you are personally and communallyfor life can become unpredictable,stretching your boundaries to limitsyou cannot reach, being ordinarypeople with mettle becoming resolutewith life's challenges, but still needa voice to listen to with an appetiteto digest this worldly knowledge.You are not infallible or lack equalitybut your physical and mental functionsbecome vulnerable and in need of helpon this long journey into this darkdistressing environment. There is supportfor you with direction to self worth,self esteem, and dignity to challengethe world outside being only humanwill understand the boundariesof change are inevitable.

alex sarich



Walk With Me

Walk with meby rivers and seaswalk with meover deserts and mountainsour ties never loosenthough tighten even morewalk with methrough time and spacewalk with mewith flowing footstepsa door will opento a new world beyondsolace will find allwho pass through dark-nesswhen a sign or spiritgently whispers to meyou Son are safe.

June 2011

alex sarich



Your Hell is not Mine (Father)

My roots were your seedsmy thoughts were your promises

my hope were your sinsmy life was your sacrifice.

All your past is now my futureyour last breath is now my first

Your Hell is now my Heavenyour anguish is my sanctum

your confusion is my understandingyour pain is now my healing.

AM Sarich October 2010

alex sarich


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