Words to be Spoken, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Not to say what I’m really feeling,
Would be the same as to ask that I lie,
For if I were the whole truth to deny,
A horrible fate I would be sealing.
If true you love me not that is your choice,
And your heart you do not have to render,
As I’ll accept your words without anger,
But only if you listen to my voice!
You have possessed my body and my soul,
From that special moment we first embraced.
Your enthralling power could not resist.
There wasn’t any need for you to cajole,
Wounded, there wasn’t any need to be chased,
As this love harbored shall ever persist.
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!