Spring, 1889, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Spring, 1889 Edvard Munch

The winter winds have paved the way for spring.
It is now time to open the windows,
To change the stale air and hear the birds sing.
Like sails, the white curtains the soft wind blows.

Silently she sits staring into space,
As her mind tries to remember the past,
While the sun’s warmth falls upon her pale face.
Blank without expression she is downcast.

To the question she can find no answer.
So weak is she her soft voice does not speak.
Will there be joy for her in the future,
Or like foretime and today one that’s bleak?

The birds went silent, her arms by her side,
There’ll be no tomorrow for she has died.

Spring Landscape, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Spring Landscape

Outside the window
Is a dissimilar world
Of white and tense gray.
Absent the sun’s warming glow
The tired snow remains unfurled.
Waiting and wanting
For the water to set free
As it is now spring.
Many colors will it bring
And will put leaves on each tree.
Every day I watch
Praying for the warmth to come
Quickly to my place
So I do not see a swatch.
To see the ground will be awesome.
My drab winter coat
Is now stored in the closet.
The sky is bright blue.
Out of storage comes the boat
There is music in my strut.

Under the Tree, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Under the tree

There will come a time
When I shall no longer be.
No more than
Food for the waiting tree.

In so little time
I shall be but a memory.
Fading ever quickly
As the winter’s sun.

Hear the tick of time
Rushing into the future
With so little regard
To the call of a beggar.

Love has little time
To deliver its tender touch.
One to last forever
From her I love so much.

From death there’s no retreat
Yet I shall return
As a scented flower
That grows under the tree.

Red Raindrops Fell, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Red Raindrops Fell. This poem I dedicate to all veterans, past and present.

The red raindrops fell
Pitter patter thick as jell
Falling randomly
Like players placing their bet
Cleared with rateau de roulette

War is not a game
A winner we cannot claim
There are body counts
Each tagged then placed in a bag
Soon to be draped with a flag

None intend to die
Deny, is to tell a lie
They’re our true treasure
There’s a huge price that we pay
With tears falling every day

Without a goodbye
In the dark cold earth they lie
Silent they all are
In a place starkly barren
Not again to feel the sun

Consumed by Fire, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Consumed by Fire

A moon so bright creates a lover’s light
Is I who wishes to quickly begin
By touching her unblemished naked skin
With my lips, won’t miss any part in sight
To taste her beauty with fervent delight
So crazed shan’t yield to any discipline
My vivid passion such a fire within
Shall continue burning throughout this night

From the window we feel the morning sun
I’m ivy, to her body tightly clung
Being repeatedly charged with arson
From the tallest yardarm she’ll have me hung
To her words I am not a bit craven
With a grin I stick out my hungry tongue

A Magic Place, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Magic Place

A stillness flows over the open land
A blanket, the sky is my quiet shield
The ocean rolls softly toward the sand
Powers of this setting sun is revealed

Stretching out attempting to catch its rays
Letting them fall softly upon my hand
Wonderful feelings, always to amaze
Overcome by this sight so still I stand

Watching the horizon as colors spread
The big ball of fire is distinctly white
Crowned in yellow fading to orange-red
Giving my heart such a delightful sight

Until total darkness I’ll hold this place
With the feeling this land is full of grace

My Winter Plan, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

My Winter Plan

It’s a very special time of the year
Time for developing a winter plan
Freezing temperatures shall soon be here
Forget about working on your suntan

The sun is now shortening her workday
Instead of bright green I see dull yellow
Many a bird has chosen not to stay
Instead flying away before the snow

There’ll be visits of the polar vortex
With vehicles preferring not to move
While their drivers suffer from the effects
This turmoil and trouble I don’t approve

My plan is quite simple to understand
Tickets purchased to palm trees and white sand

Love Smiled at Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love Smiled at Me

Love smiled at me as his deft arrow flew,
Toward the target that’s upon my heart.
Through the center, the pain was very smart.
Was paralyzed as I stood before you.
Struggling hard with every breath I drew,
Like antiquities was falling apart.
Unable this massive crumbing to thwart,
Feeling my final moments to be few.

But you gave the appropriate assist.
Leaning forward with your soft parted lips.
Sharing your honey sweet breath as we kissed.
Such a rush was able to come to grips.
This is a love that I have sorely missed.
Ready to take many more of these trips.

Full Moon and Wind, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Full Moon and Wind

The wind like a sweeping broom
Wish, swish, rattling every dish
Providing sounds of looming doom
Clouds so fearful begin to weep
What object to overcome such gloom?
Every given answer is “Not I.”
Even the voices from the tomb
Yield for fear to be exhumed
Through the day all stayed at bay
Allowing the wind to have its way
Finally comes the end of day
Now above their many heads
They take notice of the full moon
Gleaming bright with a silly grin
Taking control of what’s below
Giving an eye to the nasty wind
Which falls softly as a lamb
All is quiet in this night
It is now time under the covers
That all heads shall be out of sight

Summer Rain, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Summer Rain

Many clouds made a sky of solid gray
Lightening of purple followed by drums
Not letting into the back yard to play
On the porch wondering if the sun comes

Both of us rock away, just she and I
Chitter, shatter, of many useless things
While we look for some monsters in the sky
She steadily rocks in Polish she sings

Both of us rock away, just she and I
Listening to the wind in the pear trees
She now sings my favorite lullaby
In unison with the late summer breeze

Both of us rock away, just she and I
Without ever stopping we laugh aloud
Caused by a silly breeze who was not shy
Came toward us with water well endowed

Now it’s but I who rock away alone
She is gone, gone for oh so many years
Feel she watches over me from her throne
In the summer rains I shed many tears

Do You Believe in Magic, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Do You Believe in Magic?

It happened so quick!
In my head it was hectic!

Got such a feeling

Knowing I wasn’t getting sick!
And it wasn’t some kind of trick!

Was surely chronic!
Sweating, was getting frantic!

At the sight of her

Breathing was getting drastic!
Rushing heart, I did panic!

Have lost all logic!
She caused erratic static!

Entering the room

My illness is I’m lovesick!
Do you believe in magic?

John Street, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

John Street

The ice cold steel chains
Across the white blanket strains
To clear level paths
The monster with angry growl
And its language pretty foul
Rusty dual stacks
Puffing clouds of grays and blacks
Refusing to yield
The red monster makes its way
Pushing ahead not to stray
Flakes of white scatter
Recklessly from where they were
Soon to be corralled
The plow making dunes of white
Mittens wave with much delight
Towing my wood sled
It sheds rust moving ahead
John Street is our goal
It’s a mountain of a hill
Sure to give me quite a thrill
My feet used to steer
Showing not a bit of fear
Over the hill’s crest
There will be no stopping now
Speeding down I scream a wow
The ride is over
Wishing it was much longer
Looking up to see
The distance I have traveled
A smile for I am baffled
Life is like my ride
As did my sled time did slide
The sun is setting
It’s time to be heading home
Of this ride shall not bemoan

Love No Longer a Must, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love No Longer a Must

Her heart lies ever still covered in rust
No longer beats as it did once before
Her thinking is love no longer a must

Hurting in the past has made her biased
Such great pain she would not feel anymore
Her heart lies ever still covered in rust

Those special feelings she built all on trust
At first was anger that ripped at her core
Her thinking is love no longer a must

Pledged to all to be the very bravest
Never, ever shall there be amour
Her heart lies ever still covered in rust

Caring not that her life is the dullest
Asserting to all that there is no cure
Her thinking is love no longer a must

All tender thoughts are now in the closet
Not to be hurt she hides behind the door
Her heart lies ever still covered in rust
Her thinking is love no longer a must

Life Not by Fiat, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Life Not by Fiat

Born in this lifeless land of ice and snow
Equally barren as a sand desert
Here neither grass nor trees will ever grow
A massive castle for an introvert
Plenty of yapping dogs and growling bears
To keep your ears constantly occupied
There’s ample time for game of solitaires
Life here cannot be further simplified
Strange it is, my living in solitude
After abandoning it many years
For learning and a career I pursued
Were rolled into a huge ball filled with fears
There life requires faith in many others
No one can claim to be independent
Succumbing to others faulting errors
In the end leading to my determent
Life out here is controlled by the fittest
There is no one to claim they have your back
Being vigilant is always a must
A requirement that all big cities lack
To persuade others to change I am not
Life in this wilderness isn’t by fiat

Stillness, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Stillness

Magnetically frozen in my place,
I’m allured by the stillness of your face.
The electricity of your being,
Producing in me a calming feeling.

Who are you who has captivated me?
Holding my heart hostage with your beauty,
Before you have spoken a single word,
Confusing every thought making them blurred.

A vain attempt to understand your mood
Are you reminiscing of being wooed
Or of deeper thoughts more devotional
Surely you grasp at an intangible

Filled with desire to gain your attention
But timidly fearing your reaction
Continue to stand as a mannequin
Drinking in your beauty the best I can

Sensing that you do not know I am near
But to move a foot closer do I fear
I paint a picture of you in my heart
And with great sadness I turn to depart

Swept Off My Feet, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Metabolism, Edvard Munch 1898

Swept Off My Feet

Remembering the first time we did meet
Not in favor of infatuation
Regrettably she swept me off my feet

My staring, an auspicious way to greet
Providing a sign of adulation
Remembering the first time we did meet

Her full smile really turned up the heat
Dissolving traces of inhibition
Regrettably she swept me off my feet

Not yet ready to admitting defeat
Focus, what’s needed is concentration
Remembering the first time we did meet

Failed miserably trying to be discrete
I was filled with fear and consternation
Regrettably she swept me off my feet

Social defenses used were obsolete
My life as known is now completely done
Remembering the first time we did meet
Regrettably she swept me off my feet

Blue Green Water, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Blue Green Water

The silent ocean of blue green water
Grabs my understanding of what is life
Thoughts of decades are about to alter
Certain to cause considerable strife

Unlike the cold blue water with its waves
Pounding, pounding viciously at the shore
Devouring countless people, now their graves
Many times heard it roaring at my door

The blue green water I wish to mimic
Rolling to the shore giving gentle calls
Even though there’ll be many a critic
Warning me of the hurricanes and squalls

True, yet the cold blue water they resist
Putting up barriers of every kind
While I would rather choose to coexist
At the open water and not confined

Oh So Close, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Sleepy Nicolle, c. 1900, Mary Cassatt

Oh So Close

Oh my mother dear
Please keep me so near
Ever, ever close
So that I may hear
A comforting sound
The gentle beating
Of your loving heart
Let me feel the warmth
Of your loving touch
It is only you
I shall love so much
Many years from now
I know we will part
But you’ll ever be
So close in my heart

The Weight of Lies, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Weight of Lies

I understand when looking in her eyes
The misery of her internal pain
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

Her grieving heart aches with every sunrise
Through her wakened day drags an endless chain
I understand when looking in her eyes

Each link equal to one of many lies
On her troubled heart they’ve placed such a strain
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

Can’t forget no matter how hard she tries
Memories so difficult to refrain
I understand when looking in her eyes

It comes to me without any surprise
That such a person from love should abstain
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

It was my lies which caused our goodbyes
For my pathetic self I hold disdain
I understand when looking in her eyes
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

Let Me Love You, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Let Me Love You

Let me turn your deep darkness into light
Let me help you forget the hurting past
Let me love you for more than just tonight

Let me in your heart that I may excite
Let me help you smile if it’s overcast
Let me turn your deep darkness into light

Let me make your everyday be alright
Let me in to make your every dream vast
Let me love you for more than just tonight

Let me say words so a fire will ignite
Let me in so your sorrows will avast
Let me turn your deep darkness into light

Let me in to give many a delight
Let me in to improve the love forecast
Let me love you for more than just tonight

Let me be close to remove any fright
Let me into your life so love can last
Let me turn your deep darkness into light
Let me love you for more than just tonight

The Web, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Web

Watching the civil engineer laying
Out many points for her silky expanse
To and fro she goes constantly planning
Double checking leaving nothing to chance

From me there will be no provocation
Not aware if she notes of my presence
Steadily continues her vocation
I get closer to watch with deference

Her silk rope appears to be without end
As she hauls it across from point to point
Seeking no assistance from any friend
Moving in circles she tacks every joint

Her done web is architectural art
Only wish is to be equally smart

Fear Takes Many Forms, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Fear Takes Many Forms

Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?
Grinding, knurling as if made by a beast!
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Far too easy here for us to be downed
I for one do not choose to be a feast.
Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?

Here only my meatless bones will be found.
Care not to be referred to as deceased.
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Afraid that my ticket is stamped “hell bound.”
Forgotten, as if never did exist.
Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?

Need I this situation to expound?
Again, again I shall ever persist.
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Am I so daring myself to be clowned?
Do you not fear the monster to be unleashed?
Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Winter’s First Snow, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Winter’s First Snow

The air is crisp as a fresh picked apple,
Makes not a sound moving between the trees.
Showing little, the moon appears bashful,
Or just acting playful, being a tease.
A sprinkle of stars are but a cupful.
Playing hide and seek with the draperies,
So numerous floating by, quite agile.
Looking up at the sky puts me at ease.

Huffing and puffing sending smoke signals,
Warning all there is a chill in the air.
My ears feel the cold air taking nibbles.
Surely, the proper clothing I don’t wear.
Yielding with hand out to catch the crystals.
Such foolishness for I did not prepare.
Like a child released several giggles.
I better move quickly using great care.

Within minutes white stuff covers my hair.
Each flake falls like feathers scattered about,
Not so thick my vision it would impair.
Feeling a special joy in being out.
Catching the white flakes with my stuck out tongue,
Wondering what will happen with winter,
Weather having so nonchalantly sprung?
Time to move to where it will be warmer.

Apple, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Apple

Most perfect of its kind on the table.
Beauty of such proportions do I mull.
To resist a bite not sure I’m able.
In my rapid heartbeat there is not lull.

Do I dare to hold it softly in hands?
To move it towards my hungering lips?
For such a sweet delight there were no plans,
Reality of this must come to grips.

All control have I admittedly lost,
Knowing my thoughts are surely to anger.
Must consume this beauty at any cost,
Burning desire can no longer deter.

Yes, the sweet flawless apple I did eat,
There will be penance for this tasteful treat.

The Minotaur, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Minotaur

The flag struggles as if to fly away
While the trees shake back and forth at their roots
Somersaulting leaves look if they’re at play
Huddling cows yet to put on winter suits
Coal dust colored clouds grumble on their way
As small furry creatures go down their chutes
What a horrific sight is on display
Anything in its way it persecutes

The great north winds I have lived through before
From its meanness there will be no relief
It’s banging and banging at my front door
To get inside to deliver its grief
The sound it makes signifies we’re at war
Showing anger its visit won’t be brief
Again we’re visited by Minotaur

He unleashes anger throughout the night
First beating rain then turning into snow
With each passing hour more fear does ignite
As wind pushes snow into mountains they grow
The sun forces itself through the clouds with light
Those who burst out to freedom don’t wallow
But attempt to control continued fright
For the winds did cease just moments ago

How much damage did he leave in his wake
Depends on his anger in his visit
For he takes whatever he wants to take
Their lives some unwillingly shall forfeit
From his visit there’s sure to be heartbreak
What he leaves behind there is no merit
His horror is what’s kept as a keepsake
There is someone who will never forget

Never to Return, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Never to Return

Waiting impatiently for her to come
She’s given promise to return my soul
In life I shall never again be numb
Without it my life is an empty hole

She had an intangible she could give
A wanton pleasure that I could behold
Only to find for me it’s addictive
There is much truth in what I had been told

Once given there will be no turning back
After passing through the turnstile of lust
Soon to discover there’s something you lack
The sense of being has now turned to dust

Obvious now she will never return
And I who for eternity will burn

I Remember, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

I Remember

The steadfast small stained house of darkened brown
Standing proud with her new white cedar roof
And how her awkward shape changed over time
No longer looking like a former barn

Her cut quarry stone foundation long placed
Able to feel the shot heard ’round the world
While four Herculean timbers marked time
Balancing the bricked chimney on their backs

Trees of centuries before met the adze
Turning them into a tongue and groove maze
While others were flattened smooth for her floor
All solid that there wasn’t ever a groan

Comforting fire in her wood burning stove
Provides her dwellers of being secure
Hosting wedding and birthdays through the years
Steady was she during shedding of tears

She’d still be standing if not for the crane
Who’s wildly swinging ball aimed for her heart
Attack, attack ’til she fell to the ground
All for the sake of a new parking lot

Persephone Please Stay, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Prosperina (1870) Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Persephone Please Stay

The weak morning shadows mourn summer’s song,
While bedded flowers are gasping for breath.
Trees of many sorts start getting undressed.
With a cool breeze, their leaves glide to the ground
Making them unfinished crossword puzzles
Dwellers of their branches have taken flight
The canvas of brilliant emerald green
Now takes on the look of an aged billboard
The awe-inspiring purple meadow rue
Once the proud snacking place for countless bees
Stands, its seeds un-ceremonial fall
But shall surrender to prevailing winds
The soft subtle fragrance of new mown grass
That had calming affects is no longer
All that remains waits for the killing frost.
Which will sadly come on the day after
The beautiful Persephone departs

Squandered, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Man and A Woman, Edvard Munch (1898

Squandered

Everything in my power I did give
Whether it be of my time or treasure
For in my heart wished only you to live

Within my heart there wasn’t a vile motive
All that I gave wasn’t by any measure
Everything in my power I did give

There was no attempt to hold you captive
Being with you brought me greatest pleasure
For in my heart wished only you to live

Now I pay the price for being passive
Only now do I search for an answer
Everything in my power I did give

To understand I’m willing to forgive
Your happy future I wish to ensure
For in my heart wished only you to live

My words you may take as insensitive
If only again to be as we were
Everything in my power I did give
For in my heart wished only you to live

The Dead Tree and Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Dead Tree and Me

A salacious mind stymied by her smile.
Her relaxed pose says “Catch me if you dare.”
Her cunning eyes are enough to beguile.
Helpless, all I’m able to do is stare.

For both my feet are frozen in the sand.
Not able to make the desired advance.
I’m restrained by her odious command.
Wishing she’d release me to have a chance.

She appears eager from behind the tree
Its body bleached by the harsh torrid sun.
Is this her plan to have done unto me?
A game for her to have a day of fun.

She asked “Are you asking me for a date?”
So confused not knowing how to reply.
Not the right time for me to hesitate,
But I haven’t a feasible alibi.

Beady eyed vultures start to circle down.
She’s excited by the sight in the sky.
Stripped of all, wearing but a pensive frown.
Why is it for love of her must I die?

Melancholy Sunset, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Melancholy Sunset
The deep ocean is intense indigo.
There is a sleepy feeling that it casts.
In its stillness there is not an echo.
Sky and water are losing their contrasts.

Rhythmic song of water against the ship,
Makes my eyes close. I feel the summer breeze.
I can taste the salt on my lower lip,
While the gentle rocking puts me at ease.

The sails no longer search for any wind,
While seagulls are not to be seen or heard.
The moment appears so undisciplined,
As if not a thing is to be disturbed.

The orange sun now nearly out of sight,
Quietly kisses the ocean good night.

Autumn’s Fool, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Autumn’s Fool

The tired falling leaves, of the tilted birch
Flutter like the wings, of a butterfly
Each frantically, for a place they search
A soft place, to lie for they know they die

It is solemn reminder, that I too
Need to be prepared, for my final day
As to its coming, I have not a clue
And for that restive day, I have no say

But as the birch, for the spring I will wait
Will fight with my every breath, winter’s chill
No more will I fear, the locked pearly gate
Smiling, I’ll hunt, for the first daffodil

For as I make an attempt at reason
Why this is to be my final season

Untamed Heart, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Untamed Heart

You have need to know
My heart’s like a rodeo
Countless ups and downs
Never will this heart be tamed
Nor will it ever be claimed

So why must you try
Cannot we just say goodbye
Isn’t that I don’t care
By me you are held so dear
It’s our future that I fear

Hearts have come and gone
For mine they could not count on
You must understand
My life is filled with nonsense
For it there’s not a defense

Wont’ be a John Doe
Ever to be a bronco
Should you take a ride
You may get hurt when you fall
I’m afraid it will end all

Experimenting with the poem form Triolet.

A triolet is almost always a stanza poem of eight lines, though stanzas with as few as seven lines and as many as nine or more have appeared in its history. Its rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB (capital letters represent lines repeated verbatim) and in 19th century English triolets often all lines are in iambic tetrameter, though in traditional French triolets from the 17th century on the second, sixth and eighth lines tend to be iambic trimeters followed by one amphibrachic foot each. In French terminology, a line ending in an iambic foot was denoted as masculine, while a line ending in an amphibrachic foot was called feminine. Depending on the language and era, other meters are seen, even in French. The first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines, thereby making the initial and final couplets identical as well. In a traditional French triolet, the second and third non-repeating lines rhyme with the repeating first, fourth, and seventh lines, while the non-repeating sixth line rhymes with the second and eighth repeating lines. However, especially in German triolets of the 18th and 19th centuries, one will see this pattern often violated.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triolet

For me writing the three triolets below was like working out a rubix cube. Moving words around so they fit. However, I did find a high level of enjoyment in writing them. Always up for a challenge. It would be appreciated if comments were offered.

Sunset
Oh my love, touch me where you may
Make this night one not to forget
Say words that I need you to say
Oh my love, touch me where you may.
With you forever I will stay
To lie with you at each sunset
Oh my love, touch me where you may
Make this night one not to forget

Wink of an Eye
In just a mere wink of an eye
Your world can permanently change
A single hello or goodbye
In just a mere wink of an eye
Its impact you cannot deny
Impossible to rearrange
In just a mere wink of an eye
Your world can permanently change

That Special Kiss
Will remember that special kiss
I parted your lips with my tongue
The key to a heavenly bliss
Will remember that special kiss
A feeling never to dismiss
In my heart a love song was sung
Will remember that special kiss
I parted your lips with my tongue

Stargazer and the Star, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Stars fill the dark skies,
Yet there’s but one in my eyes.
Brighter than diamonds,
Is she, I wish to possess.
So far there’s been no success.

Seeing her I mourn.
My heart is savagely torn.
In my tears I drown,
Knowing she cannot be mine.
On her finger is a sign.

Repulse not I pray.
In my arms I ask she stay,
Yielding to her heart.
The love I carry so true,
If only she had a clue.

Will forever wait,
At eternity’s cold gate,
Though I be naked,
And when I have turned to dust,
My love to her will I trust.

For there cannot be,
Love greater than I of she.
My heart is but hers.
Shining brighter than the sun,
Love that’ll never be undone.

Orbiting a Star, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Beyond the Cosmos, National Geographic

Orbiting a Star

The bright simmering golden summer sun,
Whose touch falls unfettered upon my skin,
Stares at me as if I’m the only one.
I return feelings by a joyous grin.

There’s a need to caress her with my arms,
To hold her closer than possibly be.
Beckoning me with her magnetic charms,
Knowing that she will be the death of me.

There is a choice to maintain my orbit,
With safety traveling at a distance,
As around her wrist, a bangle bracelet.
An asteroid I’ll be, doing penance!

Touching her fully quells a great desire!
Like an aged star I explode and expire!

Milk and Honey, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Milk and Honey


With head ever still,
Listening for her heart’s trill,
Feeling its message.
Soft as downy are her breasts,
My mind now quietly rests.

Cradled in pure silk,
Her perfect whiteness of milk.
A scent of honey,
On her body I inhale,
It covers me like a veil.

Holding this moment,
If it could be permanent.
Branded in my heart!
But there’ll be thoughts to destroy,
This warming feeling of joy.

Here’s the Promised Land.
Not questioning love’s command.
More than my desire.
Feelings of being wanted,
When counted among the aged.

Arousal, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Arousal

She touched me gently.
For a moment thought to flee!
Why I asked myself.
Her lips so soft on my skin,
Such a feeling felt within.

My heartbeat quickened,
As my breathing burgeoned.
I will soon explode!
The heat accelerated,
To the point my heart shattered.

Speechless, I am prone.
Above me as if a drone,
Scrutinizing all,
With a ravenous hunger,
She warns that I not bestir.

A sign she did send,
To a desire she must tend.
I do not resist!
For I too am now aroused,
There’s in me a hunger housed.

Love, I am your slave, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love, I am your slave.
No attempt my heart to save.
To cease dreams of her,
Where I’m always a beggar.
She not willing to barter.

I’ve promised my soul
To her, yet her heart is coal.
Darker than the night.
Could it be she is afraid,
What I give but a charade?

She does not listen.
My each advance she does shun,
But seeks her solace,
In the smiles I have to give.
Eager to hold me captive.

The sage shakes his head,
In caring of what I’ve said.
Won’t offer pity,
As my plight will not cause death,
But be pain with every breath.

Love can be a curse!
Its pain, there can be no worse!
Eternal sadness!
Impossible to undo,
Until death does call for you!