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The Web, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Web

Watching the civil engineer laying
Out many points for her silky expanse
To and fro she goes constantly planning
Double checking leaving nothing to chance

From me there will be no provocation
Not aware if she notes of my presence
Steadily continues her vocation
I get closer to watch with deference

Her silk rope appears to be without end
As she hauls it across from point to point
Seeking no assistance from any friend
Moving in circles she tacks every joint

Her done web is architectural art
Only wish is to be equally smart

Colors of My Life, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Colors of My LifeIdealized Portrait of a Lady, Sandro Botticelli (1479)

Colors of My Life

Not long ago my canvas was naked
Only to be painted with matted black
Pigment making it extremely crowded
Obvious that there’s something that I lack

There needed to be color in my life
But what colors on my life’s pallet be
To neutralize the sorrow causing rife
Which blackens every rainbow that I see

Then came the day I saw colors needed
To finish the task would take but a few
But without question they must be vivid
And to my deep feelings they must be true

Green for color in her heavenly eyes
Soft red for her supple kissable lips
Gold for her silk hair shinning at sunrise
The rest can wait until after we kiss

The Tender Kiss, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Tender KissImage manipulated by author

The Tender Kiss

She’s before me with impeccable smile
Her red lips softer than gossamer wings
Since touching their softness has been awhile
Just the sight of them pull at my heartstrings

With every inch moving closer to her
My heart pounds as if it’s a timpani
Each and every drop of blood starts to stir
Reaching intensity of a coulee

We are so close can feel the other’s heat
Our eyes now closing, creating darkness
Preparing for two pairs of lips to meet
An expression of love which is ceaseless

Weightlessness of touch our joined lips linger
We yield, I wish moment could be longer

 

The Rose, a Poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The RoseThe Rose, Frederic Soulacroix, (n.d.)

The Rose

‘Tis my wanting heart I have sent thy way
Being fragile needing thy tender care
Between thy breasts for safety it must stay
No thorns are present to give thee a scare

Sorry that the token rose having tossed
Errantly missing its intended mark
Hope this not an omen to be star-crossed
As wishes in my heart to increase this spark

But why the sadden look upon thy face
Thine eyes are missing their usual glow
If thou wear a smile isn’t in the right place
Is something in thy heart I need to know

Thy quick response surely unsuspected
For it is woeful to be rejected

 

Unexpected Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Unexpected LoveWoman Fastening Her Garter, Edouard Manet (1879)

Unexpected Love

In a cold darkened world of loneliness
Two bodies unexpectedly collide
Each searching for a special happiness
Both with different lives they wish to hide

Man and woman in need of the same thing
The warm gentle caress of human touch
No sign of untanned lines of wedding rings
Soon they’re within each other’s hungry clutch

Neither one at all fond of keeping score
Finding changes in their deepest feelings
Suddenly realizing they want more
The sharing joys that being in love brings

Neither asking questions the other’s past
Too busy ensuring that love will last