Your Very Lips, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Please ask me not the color of your hair
Nor the color of your moon-like shaped eyes
For it is the motion of your lips I stare.
Their dewy redness has me paralyzed.
Many sweet sounding notes are framed by them.
They move in union as does the river.
Their power over me I’ll not condemn
Knowing to be doomed forever after.
Do you not see what you’re doing to me
As your silken tongue slides across the dew.
My heart pounding like the waves of the sea.
O torrid thoughts of what I wish to do.
To have your full red lips ravaging mine
With their taste being of exotic wine!
Do You Believe in Magic, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
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?
Angst, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Shaking my head from far left to far right
Not a point of no but of frustration
Cannot believe what is within my sight
I see people so full of delusion
No longer do people hold opinions
What is expressed based solely on beliefs
To becoming their religious actions
Providing no answers only griefs
Logic cannot any longer prevail
As would be a geometrical proof
To display is systematic detail
Rather than vengeful yelling from their roof
Observing people ready to explode
Not ever realizing what they said
Causing this worried country to implode
Hoping it does not come ‘til I am dead
Unsettled Heart, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Like a moth to fire,
I’m drawn to you with desire,
Neither food nor drink wanted,
Only love to be hoarded.
A strength or weakness,
I’m unable to confess.
As it’s not known why,
To you, powerfully drawn,
As dew to the sun each morn.
You are floating on air,
With rich gold dust in your hair.
A magnetic smile,
Without effort does excite,
While your bright eyes do invite.
Surely there is more,
If given time to explore.
Branded in my mind,
A feeling that will not part.
The cause of an aching heart!
Politicians, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
In bright daylight they huddle in darkness
Fearing their death by the riotous mob
Who attempting their freedoms to suppress.
Lunacy of the mob think it’s their job.
Open dialogue not again to be.
Fear is their weapon for conformity,
Destruction to all who may disagree.
Gone is any want of civility.
The majority willing to cower.
No longer is there any patriot
To hearken a unifying answer.
Democracy, mobs no longer covet.
Again this raucous mob hangs Nathan Hale
While Benedict Arnold they proudly hail.