Monthly Archives: September 2018

Vampire, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

VampireVampyr II, Edvard Munch (woodcut) (1895)

Vampire

Why do I commit to which will destroy,
The meaning of my actual being.
As I’m not meant to be a spider’s mate.
This is not what I thought to me my fate.

As I caressed you with my arms of love,
You sunk your hungry teeth into my neck,
Accepting my boiling blood as your gift,
Sending my weak mortal body adrift.

Traveled to a euphoric wonderland,
So high, way beyond the deep purple sky.
The storm I felt comes from my erectile,
Soon started a haunting downward spiral.

Trying so earnestly my best to breathe,
Then I felt my sorry soul take its leave.

The Voice, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The VoiceThe Voice, Summer Night, Edvard Munch (1896)

The Voice

Your voice calls to me on this summer night
I hear you but you are out of my sight
Lost, not knowing what direction to go
Now wondering if I will ever know

Like a longing love bird sing out to me
Hide not your body behind any tree
If you are real your song will not stop
And I will search for you until I drop

As if an owl I will take rapid flight
With the thrilling full moon as my search light
I’d ride the soft summer wind ’til you’re found
In but a moment I’d be on the ground

You immediately I shall embrace
Falling gently to a heavenly place
Of our lovers’ bed of deep silky moss
On your heart my initials I’ll emboss

Beauty in Their Bareness, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Beauty in Their BarenessLa scapigliata, Leonardo Da Vinci (1509)

Beauty in Their Bareness

He stared at the sharp tan line on her breast
Without any effort his mind regressed
Thinking of a time not too long ago
When each other they truly got to know

His anxious breath labored he did confess
The first time he saw her slowly undress
Her breasts were tanned but most was milky white
He said that such a contrast did excite

Eagerly her body he soon caressed
With desire pressed her breasts against his chest
Overwhelmed was he by warmth and softness
And the two did revel in their bareness

On her flesh of milky white were his lips
While his quivering heart made countless flips
Resulting from his expanding desire
A feeling he hoped would never expire

Love and Pain, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love and PainLove and Pain, Edvard Munch (1895)

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