The Muse, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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John William Godward, Muse Erato at Her Lyre (1895)


The Muse, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Erato, name so true, thou art my muse.
Gazing upon thy beauty motivates.
Thy every movement provides many cues,
While words from thy lips so invigorate.

My pen never tires when writing of thee,
Though thou be a far distance from my touch.
Eyes tightly closed I feel thee before me,
The vision I feel of thee is nonesuch.

Over my heart, Oh, the power thou has,
To do whatever be thy desired will,
As I am helpless captured by thy snares.
Of this shall write ‘til my body is still.

Why is it then that I must write so free?
So the future knows of my love for thee.






You, Me and the Sea, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Robert Jobling, Sea Music (1906)


You, Me and the Sea, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

You sit lightly in melancholy dreams,
With your flaxen hair flowing as the sea.
The beauty of your face warmed by sunbeams,
Distance kept, wonder if thoughts be of me?

Together verbal games we tend to play,
Confusing smiles we send each other’s way,
Always leaving a doubt of what to say,
Further keeping an aching heart at bay.

Afraid to ask the question should I stay?
Wrong answer will make my heart cold and gray.
Shall make no difference how hard I pray,
Will see but your back as you walk away.

Many words of love I will not mention,
For fear they would meet with your objection.





Evening in Arcadia, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Thomas Cole, Evening in Arcadia (1843)


Evening in Arcadia, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The tired sun is setting but we are just,
Beginning to feel warmth of each other,
To create a bond that we feel we must,
As the arch’s sides without any pother.

Come close, touch me, for your music has reached,
In my heart creating the want of bliss.
You being closer desire is unleashed,
Hold me tight, deposit your searing kiss.

Lay me ev’r gently on our earthen bed.
From this point forward nothing to be said.
Your touch I seek on this night we be wed.
All your love for me you shall soon embed.

Our loving life as one is aborning,
And shall be bright as a summer morning.



Cleo de Merode, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Giovanni Boldini, Cleo de Merode (1907)


Cleo de Merode, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Cleo Merode ballerina prima,
You are most of all a beautiful flirt,
Putting hearts of many in a coma.
Oh! The power your dancing does exert!

A king you have brought to his royal knees,
With gentle smiles and those daring brown eyes.
Captivating and ensnaring with ease,
On the stage with that tantalizing guise.

You move from place to place with utmost grace,
Stealing men’s weakened hearts along the way.
They dream of touching your beautiful face,
And into their waiting arms you will sway.

Is it the very moves within your dance?
Or your raw beauty which creates the trance?






Past and Future Joined, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Jean Beraud, After the Misdeed (c. 1885)


Past and Future Joined, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Yesterday is just that, it won’t return,
No matter how many tears I let fly.
For its return, yes certainly I yearn,
To right my many wrongs before I die.

Time has no handle on the exit door,
There but the future for me to explore.
Becoming friends with people I abhor,
Laying on kisses to those I adore.

Life is too short to have fear of the past,
But if I have sinned against another,
Must make loving peace that will ever last.
Giving love shall always be the clincher.

The length of the journey we do not know,
Therefore share your love oft before you go.



Finding Heaven, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Thomas Moran, Forest Scene (1870)


Finding Heaven, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Standing among the subtly gold and green,
In a playground so wondrously serene.
Pausing, then vacuuming air so clean,
A trespasser in a place so pristine.

Harboring a weird sense that I’ve been seen.
Looked about everywhere with eyes so keen.
Showing my intention not to be mean,
Be transparent in this idyllic scene.

Kneeling at the water filled my canteen,
Calming, as if served a shot of morphine,
For my heart it provides such a cuisine.
With its Maker my meeting to convene

When asked to vacate, was not unforeseen,
As Heaven is for souls not to be wean.




Chasing a Butterfly, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


Charles Sims, Butterflies (1904)

Chasing a Butterfly, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Why thou so ev’r eager to capture me?
Only to put pin through my quiet heart?
Shall I be but a mere trophy for thee?
Tis bett’r to be still for romance to start.

Sit ever still and I will come to thee,
To light on thy bosom thou heart to feel.
Such precious time a place for me to be,
My wish only more of it we could steal.

The beat of thy heart makes my wings flutter.
Wonder if on thy lips sweet nectar lay?
Me on thy lips no sound will thee utter,
Here for a moment I will want to stay.

If many hearts thou continue to slay,
Thy promising love will soon stay away.