Monthly Archives: November 2017

A Pensive Moment, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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A Pensive Moment, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Good morning to you O beautiful world.
This day everything is kissed by the sun.
I’m eager to see such beauty unfurled.
Smell, see, touch; be released of all burden.

The bird sings its song, my thought moves along.
See the beauty of these many flowers.
Smelling the rose, thoughts of a love so strong.
Delightful way for awakening hours.

This is the way I want my life to be,
Yet knowing that it will be uncertain.
Being free without need for special plea,
To love life until the final curtain.

The birds sing songs of life so blissfully,
If only our lives could be so carefree.


A Game of Chess, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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A Game of Chess, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Life, as Chess, is a game of strategy,
And chance, with the outcome known early on,
Determined by players’ ability.
Here for sure, the loser will be the Kahn.

It appears, she has made, all the right moves.
He’s vulnerable with no defenses.
In turn, important pieces she removes.
Game but over, he’s lost all his senses.

She has done more, than just capture his king.
It’s she who decides, the kind of action.
Now the game, will be all of her making.
To be done, to her full satisfaction.

Unlike chess, life can produce two winners.
Being in love makes them co-prisoners.



The Last Kiss, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Silvio Allason, Il Bacio (c. 1900)


The Last Kiss, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Without your tender touch I’m in prison.
Deafened not hearing your dulcet voice.
Absent your beauty I have no vision.
My life without you death would be the choice.

Rules are made to deter such love as ours.
Explaining why they can’t give good reason,
Excuses why numerous as the stars.
Our deep love is tantamount to treason.

Cannot be without you another day.
Bells striking eight I shall be at the gate.
To touch your loving lips to God I pray.
My torn heart shall falter if you be late.

Our last loving kiss will be my farewell,
In this world there is no desire to dwell.

Dancing with the Wind, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


Pierre-Auguste Renior, La balançoire (1876)


Dancing with the Wind, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Dance with me and be carried by the wind.
In our embrace to go where we’ve not been.
Performing movements so undisciplined.
Wonderful, I love the feel of your skin.

Together so timed, perfect unison.
How you giggle in a near endless spin.
Your green eyes so big after being spun.
Wonderful, I love the feel of your skin.

Notice that our feet never touch the ground.
Soft winds making sounds of a violin.
Oh the magic of those heavenly sounds.
Wonderful, I love the feel of your skin.

Hoping that this dancing will nev’r be through.
Wonderful, love being in love with you.

Resting, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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John Singer Sargent, Resting (1875)


Resting, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Smell of hay is sweet, your nose it tickles.
Rest your body, so intoxicating,
Just within mere moments, your mind it lulls.
To a strange land to find a love missing.

Sound of a galloping horse fills her ears.
Still as a stone she doesn’t open her eyes.
Then the sudden silence increased her fears.
Boots crushing glass she could feel her demise.

Heavy deep breathing, how horrid she feels,
A heavy weight was next between her breasts.
She is now afraid of what next he steals,
Vowing that she won’t be one of his quests.

Cool water on her brow was disarming,
Opening her eyes she meets Prince Charming.