Book coming out November 2nd

Poetry: From the Heart

To pre-order Link to book Poetry: From the Heart

Nervously excited about my new book. 150 poems. Mostly love poems, but a dash of other genres are included. The reason why I chose its title is I put my heart into it. As did the other authors who chose the same name. With tongue in cheek I am asking you to purchase my book for it will be helping my ego. I am not yet an affiliate, therefore there isn’t a reward until you purchase the book

Do You Believe in Magic, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Do You Believe in Magic?

It happened so quick!
In my head it was hectic!

Got such a feeling

Knowing I wasn’t getting sick!
And it wasn’t some kind of trick!

Was surely chronic!
Sweating, was getting frantic!

At the sight of her

Breathing was getting drastic!
Rushing heart, I did panic!

Have lost all logic!
She caused erratic static!

Entering the room

My illness is I’m lovesick!
Do you believe in magic?

John Street, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

John Street

The ice cold steel chains
Across the white blanket strains
To clear level paths
The monster with angry growl
And its language pretty foul
Rusty dual stacks
Puffing clouds of grays and blacks
Refusing to yield
The red monster makes its way
Pushing ahead not to stray
Flakes of white scatter
Recklessly from where they were
Soon to be corralled
The plow making dunes of white
Mittens wave with much delight
Towing my wood sled
It sheds rust moving ahead
John Street is our goal
It’s a mountain of a hill
Sure to give me quite a thrill
My feet used to steer
Showing not a bit of fear
Over the hill’s crest
There will be no stopping now
Speeding down I scream a wow
The ride is over
Wishing it was much longer
Looking up to see
The distance I have traveled
A smile for I am baffled
Life is like my ride
As did my sled time did slide
The sun is setting
It’s time to be heading home
Of this ride shall not bemoan

Love No Longer a Must, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love No Longer a Must

Her heart lies ever still covered in rust
No longer beats as it did once before
Her thinking is love no longer a must

Hurting in the past has made her biased
Such great pain she would not feel anymore
Her heart lies ever still covered in rust

Those special feelings she built all on trust
At first was anger that ripped at her core
Her thinking is love no longer a must

Pledged to all to be the very bravest
Never, ever shall there be amour
Her heart lies ever still covered in rust

Caring not that her life is the dullest
Asserting to all that there is no cure
Her thinking is love no longer a must

All tender thoughts are now in the closet
Not to be hurt she hides behind the door
Her heart lies ever still covered in rust
Her thinking is love no longer a must

Life Not by Fiat, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Life Not by Fiat

Born in this lifeless land of ice and snow
Equally barren as a sand desert
Here neither grass nor trees will ever grow
A massive castle for an introvert
Plenty of yapping dogs and growling bears
To keep your ears constantly occupied
There’s ample time for game of solitaires
Life here cannot be further simplified
Strange it is, my living in solitude
After abandoning it many years
For learning and a career I pursued
Were rolled into a huge ball filled with fears
There life requires faith in many others
No one can claim to be independent
Succumbing to others faulting errors
In the end leading to my determent
Life out here is controlled by the fittest
There is no one to claim they have your back
Being vigilant is always a must
A requirement that all big cities lack
To persuade others to change I am not
Life in this wilderness isn’t by fiat

Stillness, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Stillness

Magnetically frozen in my place,
I’m allured by the stillness of your face.
The electricity of your being,
Producing in me a calming feeling.

Who are you who has captivated me?
Holding my heart hostage with your beauty,
Before you have spoken a single word,
Confusing every thought making them blurred.

A vain attempt to understand your mood
Are you reminiscing of being wooed
Or of deeper thoughts more devotional
Surely you grasp at an intangible

Filled with desire to gain your attention
But timidly fearing your reaction
Continue to stand as a mannequin
Drinking in your beauty the best I can

Sensing that you do not know I am near
But to move a foot closer do I fear
I paint a picture of you in my heart
And with great sadness I turn to depart

Swept Off My Feet, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Metabolism, Edvard Munch 1898

Swept Off My Feet

Remembering the first time we did meet
Not in favor of infatuation
Regrettably she swept me off my feet

My staring, an auspicious way to greet
Providing a sign of adulation
Remembering the first time we did meet

Her full smile really turned up the heat
Dissolving traces of inhibition
Regrettably she swept me off my feet

Not yet ready to admitting defeat
Focus, what’s needed is concentration
Remembering the first time we did meet

Failed miserably trying to be discrete
I was filled with fear and consternation
Regrettably she swept me off my feet

Social defenses used were obsolete
My life as known is now completely done
Remembering the first time we did meet
Regrettably she swept me off my feet