Couple at Tea, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Couple at Tea, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Be not a better way to make amend,
As I not with knowledge of infraction.
If it was I that to thee did offend,
Pray tell, as there will be rapid action.

Please smile for life so still is very vile,
Come close provide the magic of thy touch.
Show both thy eyes not a chilling profile,
Open thy heart for I not be nonesuch.

Thy displeasure has cut my heart so deep,
For it is to thee I have pledged my life.
Need to find a resolve before we sleep,
As it is love that made us man and wife.

Our union is one for eternity,
No matter the moment of anger be.


Painting by: Gotthardt Johann Kuehl, Paar am Teetisch (c. 1900)



Winter Fuel, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


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Winter Fuel, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The winter winds soon will be at my door,
Must prepare else be ev’r plagued by the cold.
Being aged does not keep me from the saw,
Work as I have there is need for tenfold.

Large is my task some help must I enlist,
For our many hands will make this light work,
Long as there be willingness to persist,
And from appointed duties will not shirk.

All that has been said is with tongue in cheek,
As much of what’s spoken falls on deaf ear.
It is the warmth of company I seek,
No greater joy is there to have them near.

Blessed with grandchildren are God’s reward,
For the many hardships which have sored.


Painting by: Frederick Daniel Hardy, Winter Fuel (c. 1880)

When looking for poetry material I found this and immediately know that this would be a grandchild poem.  More specifically a granddaughter poem.  Although there are two children in the painting the young girl is light up.  She is the center of attention.  All my grandchildren are helpful to me, offering assistance whenever they can.  But this poem is for Hope who I called Princess.


Love’s Confusion, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


Love’s Confusion, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

My feeling of love for you shall nev’r freeze,
No matter the trying situation.
It was first founded on a summer breeze.
Know not the cause of such palpitation,
But in my heart twas your coronation.
It is you that I will always adore,
Being together the world to explore.

Need to ask why of your hesitation,
For my heart be dangerously perplexed.
At first did you feel a wild sensation?
If yes, then my troubled heart shall be vexed.
If you be confused what is to be next,
Let your warming heart be a faithful guide,
It is only you I wish to be at my side.


Painting by: Gotthardt Johann Kuehl, Lovers in a Café (c 1900)







A Visit to Loneliness, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


Visit to Loneliness, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Today is just another yesterday,
The morrow is to be the very same.
It is for exemption for which I pray.
In my heart is a desire of a flame.
Requesting such a gain there be no shame,
For happiness is love of another.
Seek a new life is to be my druther.

To find love is a great aspiration,
As there is not light to show me the way.
Better be found than the consolation,
Of loneliness which leads to my dismay.
On the chair I sit, mind starting to stray.
Dreaming of a great love yet to be found,
Praying it to be prior to the ground.


Painting is: Gotthardt Johann Kuehl, Der Besuch (c 1900)



Sleeping Beauty, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


Sleeping Beauty, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

If to kiss thee, would there be recompense?
Silent thou yet be, my love for thee grows.
Status quo itself a just reward hence,
To caress thy beauty while thou repose.

Should thou awake, my love be rejected,
Of my heart cause unnecessary harm.
Not confident love be early tested,
Questioning if there be adequate charm.

What a fool so easily dissuaded,
Thy beauty alone to be embolden,
As this heart can’t be forever bided,
Now must be the time to do my bidden,

Love can’t be, between me and thy picture,
It shall be my task to make thy heart stir.


You would have had to spend your whole life under a rock not to know the story of Sleeping Beauty.  I came across this painting and it was labeled as Sleeping Beauty.  After researching the painting I found it to be Le Repos or Resting done by Victor Gabriel Gilbert, circa 1890.  For my poem I said with Sleeping Beauty because it is true.  The young woman is a sleeping beauty.




A Precious Moment, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


A Precious Moment, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The afternoon sun just short of due west,
A soft wind was blowing from the northeast.
It was the part of the day I liked best,
Able to feel nature’s wonderful feast.

An ocean of wheat so close to my feet.
Wind made toy ripples like waves at the beach.
Did watch it roll all the way to the street.
Soon to be cut a new helper to teach.

Saw an intruder bisecting my wheat.
Crouched over the creature did sneak.
Yelled a fair warning you better retreat.
Was my granddaughter so gentle so meek.

We giggled we laughed unable to speak,
I placed countless kisses on her red cheek.


I have five grandchildren who I have a boundless love for.  They make me smile, they make cry, but most of all they give me a feeling inside that I cannot explain.  I’ve decided to write a poem especially for each of them. This will take me time.   Klara got the short straw, so she goes first.  I say that as a joke because of the nature of my poem.

By the way, the painting is by Vincent van Gogh.  Its title is The Wheat Field and the Lark finished in 1887.  Being totally frank, I wrote the poem then went searching for a painting.



No Bread No Work, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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No Bread No Work, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Why am I underneath this vicious curse,
Must I forever take Thy name in vain.
Can my poor wretched life get any worse,
While the world is bright out my window pane.

A simple man I can’t be any more,
Yet with these hands I am eager to toil,
Til all muscles in my body be sore,
And the sweat of my brow be mixed with soil.

No qualms, do with me whatever You may,
Spare my wife and child the chill of the ground.
Speak to me, I will do just as You say,
From this day I shall be forever bound.

No bread, no work, in His hands life does rest,
Will do my best, hope with His love be blessed.


No matter the label you put on Ernesto del la Carcova, Realist or Romaticist, his painting Pas de Pain, Pas de Travail (c 1893), is clear in the story it tells.  He has worked the light so that it is cast upon the woman feeding her child.  Carcova is worried about the future for many of his country’s people.  Some are doing very well while others suffer.