The Moon I do not Know, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Moon I Do Not Know

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The Moon I Do Not Know

Oh Moon,
Look at what you have done
You’ve chased away my sun
Now I shall deeply mourn
Who’ll guide me through the day
Why’d you take her away

Oh Sun,
You who makes me feel warm
After an angry storm
You who makes me feel bright
With your magical light
Your kiss I warmly feel
Shows life to be real

Oh Love,
Once again you fail me
My heart is now empty
Your arrow hit her heart
And yet she did depart
Ice in my veins now flow
Warmth again shall not know

 

 

Love Island, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love Island

Love Island

If given but one wish
It is you I’d ravish
To an island we’d go
Where love would always flow

Our food comes from the sea
I’ll cook for you and me
You would have what you will
Until you’ve had your fill

We’ll watch the sun go down
From our bed on the ground
Made of cushioning moss
With covers spun of floss

In the dark we’ll embrace
With hearts running full pace
We’ll make love through the night
Collapsing at first light

Lavender, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Lavender

Lavender

This path that I walk is extremely short
But ample for my memories to sort
Today there is no need to hurry through
So I linger with many thoughts of you

Stopping and stooping at the lavender
There is no herb which can match its splendor
Its regal color and comforting scent
The many memories they represent

A little girl running filled with laughter
Who’ll remain in my heart ever after
Never in these years did a day go by
That you do not bring a tear to my eye

No thought of you would I ever rebuff
For the time spent would never be enough
As every moment would make my heart stir
No greater love than mother for daughter

A Sinner’s Call, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Sinner's Call

A Sinner’s Call

O heavenly Father look what they’ve done
They have crucified Your begotten Son
Treated Him as a common criminal
At Golgotha, called the place of the skull

With Him in this morning I climbed the hill
Now at His bleeding feet I’m ever still
Why did You let them to take Him from me
Can You not now let Him down from the tree

Father you see they have taken Him down
Tenderly they remove His blood soaked crown
I am helpless all I can do is pray
As before I shall now follow and stay

As a sinner I am woefully weak
His continued guidance is what I seek
Cannot fathom Him in a tomb of stone
In the dreary cold darkness all alone

Father your scriptures says He shall return
In my heart and soul for this I yearn

Favorite Photograph, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Favorite Photograph

Decades past it was trimmed to perfect size
To fit comfortably in my wallet
Treated as if a very special prize
A memory that I’ll never forget

Its edges once scissor sharp are now frail
Its glossy face now looks like crackled glass
Causing loss of some of the fine detail
Without reducing any of its class

We were two young lovers glued at the lips
Together every moment that we could
Then unexpectedly came the eclipse
Life seldom moves the way we think it should

So long ago, those days when we were young
Under the moonlight, the love songs we sung

Missing Her, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Missing Her

Missing Her

Has been a fortnight since last together.
The emptiness I feel inflicts such pain.
There is no purpose to life without her.
My jumbled thoughts creating mental strain.

Foolishly thought composing a letter,
To her telling of how much she is missed.
The words did not make me any better,
Crushed thinking my lips needed to be kissed.

There can be no replacement for her touch.
The excitement transmitted by her kiss,
Or the calmness sent by her tender clutch.
These are but two of the feelings I miss.

How I long for her to be by my side,
It is she who makes me complete inside.

Backward Glance, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Backward Glance

Backward Glance,  Charles Edward Perugini (c. 1870)

Backward Glance

Of her I could not break my constant stare
Her beauty could drive a painter insane
A gentle beauty that none could compare
My laboring heart I could not constrain

Soon we were engaged, looking eye to eye
Such great power, that she could mesmerize
She floats toward me as if she could fly
Hoping something would materialize

She touched my hand showing to be real
Yet her voice was of an angelic sound
She’s capable of any heart to steal
Soon she left me with my feet off the ground

Suddenly she stops, giving a backward glance
A sure sign of a budding romance