The Shepherdess, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
An explorer to this emerald land,
Seeking natural pleasures for my eyes.
Craggy hills of green making views so grand,
Sure to provide many natural highs.
Path made gentle by centuries of hoof.
At the hilltop my eyes captured the sea.
Feelings of having the world in my loof.
Turning a beautiful sight I did see.
Putting my heart in a state of rapture,
It was I now in the palm of her hand.
Was it possible to be love for sure?
If be questioned will follow heart’s command.
My days of exploring have just ended,
With smiles to the village we descended.
Reflective Sunrise, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
The orange ball in view beyond the blue,
Is my partner to show the straight away.
Talk not do we but the signs ever true.
Wisp of red is above my head this day.
Twice per day does the froth clear my view,
Of a history now to be forgotten.
The morning does show four, two beside two,
Small next to large have I seen so often.
All in all do they in equal stride,
Then to hurriedly change to toe meets toe.
Cadence doth repeat while the froth does bide.
Swiftly they are halfed. Why? Only to know?
Search as I may, the small not for me to see,
While the large are now pointing to the sea.
Loving a Woman, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
There is not a woman I could not love
Though each different in a special way
For all are sent with God’s love from above
Surely this heart they’ll be able to sway
Not to say I give my heart too freely
Feelings that only a woman can hold
Yet I find something to love so dearly
With power to make my weakened knees fold
With internal strength of a lioness
Yet yielding to a stream of countless tears
Can provide unlimited tenderness
Just as able to couch her endless fears
Weary hearts a woman can gently lift
I give thanks to God for a loving gift
Love That Was, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
The open face fireplace roars and crackles
Moving ever so close to feel its heat
In the cherry red flames I see angels
Here to help in my ferocious defeat
Shivering, isolated in my grief
While my head spinning like a Ferris wheel
Lingering helplessly in disbelief
Inside my heart it is death that I feel
Consumed by dark thoughts of a verbal war
Face to face, anger redder than this fire
Words were a sharp pike, at my heart it tore
Further life I have no biting desire
Her handkerchief shall take to my cold grave
Such torment from a love that I couldn’t save
I am Winter, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
I am Winter, of me you should not fear.
There is good reason that I am now here.
It best you listen with a quiet ear.
Is my desire to help avoid nadir.
It is now time to slow down your action.
What has passed surely cannot be undone.
The blame for your actions you cannot shun.
Prepare the way, new life must be begun.
Think very clearly, make not a mistake,
As previous year, there’ll be no retake.
Those bad habits, best for you to forsake,
A new sense of caring, you should awake.
I shall return, there be no denial.
On my next visit hope to see you smile.