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LOVE AND LONELINESS - a
book
BY
ALEX TELMAN
Preface to a new
millennium: selected poems 1979-1999
The Futile Struggles of I.M.
Graves
Snapshots of People I have
Never Met
AWARD WINNING POEMS IN THIS
EDITION
The Space Between Two Pages
The Stranger I Have Known
Forever
The Suffocating Flake of
Snow
OTHER POEMS PLACED IN
COMPETITIONS
The Twin Towers Of Love
It Always Hurts
The Moment
Passes
 Alex
Telman
(BA, LLB,
DipClHyp, GradDipEd, MEd, MBA)
Born in
Wroclaw, Poland, May 4,1956; came to Australia 1962.
Studied
Arts, Law and Education.
Alex
Telman’s poetry is dedicated to people building bridges
to greater communication, understanding and empathy. In
his own quest for greater understanding, Alex has for
many years been a Business Owner, Barrister, University
Lecturer and Teacher of English. He has got to know and
understand the needs of many people from diverse
stations in life; corporate CEOs, performers, authors,
researchers, politicians and countless other intriguing
people with vivid life experiences to learn from.
Equally important have been the ‘ordinary’ people he has
known, living out their rich and meaningful lives.
“The
most important lesson I have learnt in life is that we
are all struggling- life is complex and full of
mysteries and contradictions. My poetry is about real
people, relationships and experiences that we can all
learn from. Life is a wonderful journey and I believe we
should make good use of the precious time and talents we
have been given. We should look at the world around us,
as well as the mysteries within us, as we seek
understanding and harmony within ourselves, and let’s be
thankful for each moment we have in this beautiful and
painful existence called ‘Life’ ”
---- Alex Telman
The Least You Could Do
The least
you could do is
pick up the phone
and
say
a few
kind
words
Love Song
Fuck you
Fuck
this
Fuck
everything that you stand for
And all
the needless pain you put me through.
Fuck
your hair and fuck your smile
Fuck
your pain and fuck your anger
Fuck
your future and fuck your past
because
I don’t give a fuck about your
insecurities or your unreasonable fear of rejection.
Fuck
your minute by minute eternity
Fuck
your promise never to leave and
fuck my
promise to chase you if you did.
Fuck
what you’re thinking
Fuck
what you say
Fuck
your decisions and indecisions that
one of
your moment by moment eternities
will
reverse.
Fuck
your holiness
Fuck
your charity
Fuck
your good intentions
Fuck
your rebellion
Fuck
your forgiveness
Fuck
your suffering
Fuck
your intelligence and your reality that’s still sucking
at my soul
and
ripping the life out of my guts,
and fuck
this sudden rush of blood to my head.
Fuck
your life because you fucked mine,
and fuck
you wanting to be alone
because
I still fucking love you.
The Stranger I Have Known Forever
Which reminds me
I met you at a carpark
At Manly on the Water,
You bared your soul that
night,
A throw-away wife and
daughter.
What kind of shit was that?
For twenty months my open
hand
was fastened to your
throat
and my open lips flooded
with the river
of your breathing,
but you would not die with
me
and every night I died
alone,
buried in a love without
Love
lost in a space without
Space
trapped in a time without
Time.
“Come inside my starry
solitude
woven of a fraying thread;
love me with your time,
love me with your space,” I
begged
and for one precious moment
our essences emptied
into one drop of pulsating
seduction,
staining all my loves
before you,
staining all my lovers
after.
But you were a cliché,
a cool breeze on a warm
summer’s morn’,
the stranger I have known
forever-
I cracked two eggs
and made an omelette.
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