Allegory of Pop Corn, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Allegory of PopcornImpressionism, Popcorn by the author

Allegory of Pop Corn, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

All the kernels were guaranteed I’m told
Not a reject to be found in the bunch
Everyone surely to be big and bold
Hurriedly took them home to try at lunch

Into the large skillet placed them so neat
Moved them around so each had its own space
All comfortable I turned up the heat
Will there be a winner in this big race

Was not long before there was sound of steam
Soon were popping like the sound of a gun
Moment of quiet then a final scream
Shut off the heat, thinking they will be done

The puffy ones I quickly threw them out
They are not the type I am looking for
None left in the skillet, was quite a rout
I will not go to the place as before

 

Glass Door, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Glass Door

With bucket of water, squeegee and rag,
Performing menial chore I abhor.
For it will always make my spirits sag,
Daily cleaning of the stately glass door.

Fully covered with finger prints galore.
Strange as it be that it has no push bar,
Makes me hate this nasty door even more.
Without a key lock makes it more bizarre.

Limitless numbers who come but can’t pass.
Is this door’s only purpose to harass?
Or clearly an obstruction made of glass,
To ensure creation of an impasse?

Now clearly understanding took an axe,
Gave the mighty wall of glass forty whacks.

 

 

 

 

Sunrise, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Norham Castle, Sunrise c.1845 by Joseph Mallord William Turner 1775-1851Norham Castle, Sunrise, J. M. W. Turner (c.1845)

Sunrise

Not sure if it is my mind in a haze
Sun like melted butter in breakfast dish
Assur’d myself will be a wonderful day
Or better to say is my only wish

Swept the cobwebs out of my sleepy head
Gave thanks that didn’t wake to eternal fire
And let me not forget my daily bread
Now to concentrate on today’s attire

Day will be just fine with some assistance
Appears to be more questions than answers
Past has shown there’s no need for resistance
Never chastised for my many blunders

Out of doors with coffee cup in my hands
I talk and He listens, He understands

Snow Scene, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Henry Alexander, Snow Scene through a Winter Window, 1870.Snow Scene through a Winter Window, Henry Alexander (1870)

Snow Scene

Under blankets, another frigid night
Could feel aching chill in my weary bones
Feared what horror there would be my first sight
Feeling confident would be many moans

Looking through button holes, saw the bright white
Tired of the piling up of winter’s snow
This freezing matter is no longer trite
Miserable stuff really must go

A death row prisoner is what I am
Give me my last meal and be done with it
Never have been fan of winter’s program
Ever bored of doing nothing but sit

For the joy of spring I hunger and thirst
Can I survive, it’s but November first

 

Stardust, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Stardust, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

In the darkness of the night standing still
Hand in hand looking at the cloudless sky
Countless vivid stars providing a thrill
Could see its clear reflection in your eye

In your glowing eyes I can see Venus
Compared to Psyche your beauty greater
Cupid’s arrow has placed love between us
My heart will be yours forever after

Silent breeze turns into a sudden gust
To each other got comfortably close
Both looking up, is it mist or stardust
We laugh out loud for it tickles our nose

It is stardust which blest us I am sure
Providing a sign our love will endure

 

The Lovers, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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The Lovers, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Selene glowing from her throne above
Helios’s chariot now past the gate
Venus has sent to us a turtle dove
Cupid with his arrow has sealed our fate

All our inhibitions do we dispose
Coming together with such tender touch
Like two feathers we glide into repose
Each other’s flesh do we lovingly clutch

Softness of thy goddess body I tour
Finding your wetness I look at your eyes
They tell me thou are desirous of more
To caress me between thy silken thighs

Our bodies now united as just one
To be enraptured until morning sun