Spring, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Spring, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Suddenly it’s spring, a time of rebirth.
Sun tells mountains to set the waters free,
Then green is the new color of the earth,
In fields and forests ever so densely.

As a sleeping bear comes forth from its den,
So has my soul at winter’s bitter end.
Feels so lightened now that it is open,
To get out as there are fences to mend.

Gather together with friends once again,
Each lending a hand whenever they can.
There’s real joy in all hearts for certain,
Looking around we see empyrean.

In our hearts spring is valued more than gold,
With happiness its glory is extolled.

Working the Quay, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

van Gogh - unloading sand at the quayQuay with Men Unloading Sand Barges, Vincent van Gogh (1888)

Working the Quay, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

End of another laborious day.
Work was exhorted in a heinous way.
A wage of a slave was their daily pay.
Life is never easy working the quay.

With calloused hands and backs nearly broken,
Spirits are targeted to be beaten,
To turn each victim into a cretin.
Many praying their death to be hasten.

Why for some must life be a living hell?
Why must many carry another’s yoke?
Is it so they can live extremely well?
Or is the social system that is broke?

To take advantage of a person’s plight,
Is worse than the thief who comes in the night.

Deluge, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Court Scene_of_deluge-Joseph_Desire_Court-MBA_Lyon_A23-IMG_0453Scene of deluge, Joseph-Desire Court (1827)

Deluge, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Rising waters come not to their surprise.
Ungodly behaviors antagonize,
He who loves them and who He did advise,
Their very actions He shall penalize.

Within His power did save but a few,
Who faithfully abided by His rule,
So once again we could begin anew.
Now afresh His wishes we overrule.

Once more old behaviors we restore,
Even after He sent His only Son.
Do we dare to ask He do even more?
Do we dare say that the Devil has won?

Can still accept the baby if we choose,
It still remains with us to win or lose.