Winter, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Vojtěch_Hynais_Zima (c. 1890)Zima, Vojtěch Hynais (c. 1890)

Winter, 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.

Answers to Many Whys, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Liegendes sich_aufstützendes_Mädchen_anagoriaRecumbent Figure of a Girl, Hans Peter Feddersen (1875)

Answers to Many Whys, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Here weeping upon this most hallowed ground,
Staring at the body nailed to the tree.
Searching for words, but making not a sound.
He did it to set my wicked soul free.

Horrible pain, as He is not yet dead.
Wearing a crown of thorns upon his head.
His simple garments on the ground are spread.
Many cast lots for them, while others fled.

Lifted His head to heavenly Father,
Slowly bloodied chin fell onto His chest,
Nev’r a single sound of willful anger.
Earth suddenly shook, He is now at rest.

Now three days I must wait for Him to rise,
Then He will give answers to many whys.

 

New Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Hynais, Vojtech Adalbert - The Girl with AzaleaThe Girl with Azalea, Vojtech Adalbert Hynais (1913)

New Love, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

A new found love should be put in a pot.
Tend to its every need right from the start.
It is fragile, best to forget it not.
Let that pot be made of your very heart.

Love between the two be equally true,
Then it shall in no time fully blossom,
The graces of love to both will accrue.
Attend with great care shall never succumb.

Through the years there will be many a tear,
Will be real love that helps conquer fear,
And to make the sunny days reappear,
With the desire to remain ever near.

For heart to grow love is its basic food,
That tingle of long past was its prelude.

 

Country Courtship, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

(c) Rushcliffe Borough Council; Supplied by The Public Catalogue FoundationCountry Courtship, Herbert Wilson Foster (1895)

Country Courtship, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Within your tender heart is there some doubt,
Of your love of me or my love of you?
A yearning love for you there is no drought,
The fire you lit runs in me through and through.

My hand I put forward asking for yours.
Your choice made be free as these great outdoors.
Knowing that you can open many doors,
Pray hands be joined under the sycamores.

Don’t know what to us the future may bring,
But each day my love of you shall I sing,
Every morning shall be another spring,
If you decide to wear my wedding ring.

In this life I have but one aching fear,
That your two hearts unable to be near.

Escape, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Shishkin Ivan In the Wild NightIn the Wild Night, Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin (n.d.)

Escape, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Frozen white covers tasty green this day,
It is the time for me to break away.
Not be my choice to spend another day,
Preferring the greens when I’m out to play.

Never a fan of Currier and Ives,
Although they graced the homes of many lives.
From white nights I’m one of the fugitives,
Preferring to avoid the negatives.

Here oh so happy in the warmth of green,
Have liberally applied my sunscreen.
Hate to speak using words so mean,
But tonight shall dine in outdoor cuisine.

Deck your every hall with boughs of holly,
Here I’ll be walking sands oh so jolly.

Young Girl Praying, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

 

Hansen Carl Sundt-Hansen – Young Girl Praying (1883)Young Girl Praying Carl Sundt-Hansen (1883)

Young Girl Praying, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Closing these eyes so I may better see,
Absolute beauty of Your holiness,
Or other distractions to capture me,
And last to show to You my humbleness.

I ask in my heart You will always be,
My abundant love of You be endless.
A love which I give to You so freely,
Of Your love never to become callous.

When I fall, to You my sins will confess,
Of these falls I shall be truly sorry.
It is You I’ve hurt in my thoughtlessness,
By falling into the Devil’s quarry.

O Father I ask that You be my guide,
Know it’s easier with You at my side.

 

Allegory of a Tree, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Aagaard Carl Frederik - Wintery Landscape with a StreamWinter Scene with a Stream, Carl Frederik Aagaard (n.d.)

Allegory of a Tree, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Is this to be the year of my demise?
If to be asked would have it otherwise.
Gravity pulls hard but yet to capsize.
Not ready to say my final goodbyes.

Was not so long ago stood straight and tall.
Decades of buffeting, withstood it all.
Even angry attacks by vicious maul.
Through it all encountered refused to fall.

Who will be the judge to decide my fate?
Be aware that yet to be deadweight.
Coming of spring leaves I will generate.
Think it best if we just sit still and wait.

To make a judgement by a single view,
It does not really speak well of you.