Love and Pain, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Love and Pain

The love I feel is causing me much pain
Thinking of you renders me deathly weak
Confusion of mind unable to speak
An ache of heart unable to contain
Such a desire unable to restrain
These dreaded ailments make my future bleak
What unknown treatment must I quickly seek
For I’m on the verge of being insane

There is no promise love to be a joy
Giving your heart means it’s no longer yours
And your thoughts never to be rational
Nor a sure quick-fix that you may deploy
To erase the worst of love’s aching sores
You’re doomed as resisting love is futile

Oh My Nightingale, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Oh My Nightingale

Oh My Nightingale

In the darkness of this warm summer night
I hear you singing a beautiful song
Its melody is a perfect delight
Prepared to listen to you all night long

You are perched on the balcony above
With no attention that I am so near
Sweet nightingale you are my ladylove
Moving closer to see as well as hear

The candlelight glows in the bed chamber
Capturing pictures as you preen with care
Visions and sounds ever to remember
For now I am but limited to stare

To be able to climb the thorny vine
With both hands to totally embrace you
So all your songs sung will be only mine
And that one day soon you would love me too

An Opportunity, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

An Opportunity

An Opportunity

Behind the curtain of emerald green
Looked to be a path to the underworld
The biggest darkest cave I’ve ever seen
What I felt was anything but serene

At its threshold around me cool air swirled
Like a vacuum inviting me in
I’m wondering what is to be unfurled
My clammy skin feels as if it is knurled

Wondering what greets me beyond its door
Doubting if ample courage to explore
What if I were to be first to enter
My photo in local paper’s center

What if I were not to find a way out
And ‘Help! Help!’ were my final words to shout
An actual hero I’d never be
Just a line in the obituary

The Moon I do not Know, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Moon I Do Not Know

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The Moon I Do Not Know

Oh Moon,
Look at what you have done
You’ve chased away my sun
Now I shall deeply mourn
Who’ll guide me through the day
Why’d you take her away

Oh Sun,
You who makes me feel warm
After an angry storm
You who makes me feel bright
With your magical light
Your kiss I warmly feel
Shows life to be real

Oh Love,
Once again you fail me
My heart is now empty
Your arrow hit her heart
And yet she did depart
Ice in my veins now flow
Warmth again shall not know

 

 

Love Island, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love Island

Love Island

If given but one wish
It is you I’d ravish
To an island we’d go
Where love would always flow

Our food comes from the sea
I’ll cook for you and me
You would have what you will
Until you’ve had your fill

We’ll watch the sun go down
From our bed on the ground
Made of cushioning moss
With covers spun of floss

In the dark we’ll embrace
With hearts running full pace
We’ll make love through the night
Collapsing at first light

Lavender, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Lavender

Lavender

This path that I walk is extremely short
But ample for my memories to sort
Today there is no need to hurry through
So I linger with many thoughts of you

Stopping and stooping at the lavender
There is no herb which can match its splendor
Its regal color and comforting scent
The many memories they represent

A little girl running filled with laughter
Who’ll remain in my heart ever after
Never in these years did a day go by
That you do not bring a tear to my eye

No thought of you would I ever rebuff
For the time spent would never be enough
As every moment would make my heart stir
No greater love than mother for daughter

A Sinner’s Call, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Sinner's Call

A Sinner’s Call

O heavenly Father look what they’ve done
They have crucified Your begotten Son
Treated Him as a common criminal
At Golgotha, called the place of the skull

With Him in this morning I climbed the hill
Now at His bleeding feet I’m ever still
Why did You let them to take Him from me
Can You not now let Him down from the tree

Father you see they have taken Him down
Tenderly they remove His blood soaked crown
I am helpless all I can do is pray
As before I shall now follow and stay

As a sinner I am woefully weak
His continued guidance is what I seek
Cannot fathom Him in a tomb of stone
In the dreary cold darkness all alone

Father your scriptures says He shall return
In my heart and soul for this I yearn