From the Sea, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

From the SeaThe Birth of Venus, Sandro Botticelli (c. 1485)

From the Sea

Light, bright as the sun falls into the sea
Forcing thousands of ripples to the shore
Disrupting the quietness quite pertly
Curious bubbling foam each ripple wore

Substance steadily stacks at water’s edge
When suddenly a wind came roaring in
Whirling all if it were a swirling dredge
Ceasing abruptly as it did begin

Then suddenly before my very eyes
Slowly grains of sand falling to the ground
The remaining form much to my surprise
I stood their helplessly without a sound

Such great beauty in her pure nakedness
Was the goddess of all beauty, Venus

 

Yes or No, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Yes or NoYes or No, Edmund Blair Leighton (1890)

Yes or No

With a feeling bluer than my nosegay
Worrisome heart in doubt, life uncertain
Still not knowing what exactly to say
Is today to be the final curtain

He claims an undying love ever true
Is there a chance his love to go a stray
But he gave a feeling I never knew
Feeling continues till this very day

Is confusion of mind, love that I feel
Thought love to be much joy and happiness
Not an aching heart, a painful ordeal
Yet such warm comfort from his gentleness

Yes or no, somehow I must now decide
Shall it be goodbye or become his bride

 

Vivien and Merlin, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Viviane et MerlinVivien and Merlin, Gaston Bussiere (c. 1900)

Vivien and Merlin

Vivien, thou to be my lasting fate
To control me until the end of time
Bold beauty surely not thy greatest trait
Skillful deceit to capture heart of mine

I’m old and thee be precious spring flower
Before me thy sweet scent meant my descent
Easily thee my heart fully devour
For I did willingly give my consent

Every moment together causing strain
Knew thou desire a secret to attain
It’s about the power thou wish to gain
While I exhaustively tried to complain

Oak tree which shielded us during the storm
Soon bed to be for heavy need of sleep
Will forever encase me in its form
Vivien, more misery thy shall sweep

 

Fire of Desire, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

 

Fire of DesireChez le Pere Lathuille, Edouard Manet (1878)

Fire of Desire

Would have preferred giving another rose
Not of yellow but of the brightest red
Symbol of what my heart really shows
To speak softly words I have never said

With little effort my heart you did steal
Excitement you created from the start
A feeling inside that is so real
To carry great love for you in my heart

Pray that there is no need to hesitate
To shower you with my eager passion
I am burning with love and cannot wait
Compressed within more heat than any sun

This inferno your beauty did ignite
Will consume me to wait another night

 

Moonlit Beauty, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Moonlit BeautyMoonlit Beauty James Sant (c. 1900)

Moonlit Beauty

Stars by the millions in the evening sky
Cast their dreamy eyes upon one so pure
The moon’s glow upon this beauty does lie
The caressing wind sings its song to her

Like a bird’s feather floating down to earth
My hands come to rest on her nakedness
Touching her so softly creating mirth
Then kissing her glow with great tenderness

Responding with a long sweet sounding moan
Brushing away golden strands kissed her nape
Rolling towards me, her full beauty shone
A moment neither wanted to escape

Touching each other in magical love
As the moon and the stars watched from above

 

Another Pearl, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Another PeartlDonna Franca Florio, Giovanni Boldini (1924)

Another Pearl

Alone, sleepless with overladen head
Willing to share body heat if I might
Not sure if anyone heard what was said
Oh, you are here my princess of the night

A cold lonely night I would surely dread
You with me will make the deep darkness bright
Have your softness in my libertine bed
Just your hand’s touch will make my blood ignite

To add another pearl about your head
After wanton passion you do incite
And every ounce of my desire has fled
From you holding us at arousing height

How I quake from a rhapsody delight
To have you in the haze of the moonlight

 

The Candle, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Woman with a Taper, Jules Breton 1873Woman with Taper, Jules Breton (1873)

The Candle

Candle’s glow let forever to be your guide
Making sure its bright flame never to quit
The wind’s access must always be denied
Wind is evil, tempting you to submit

Might your candle’s glow suddenly disappear
Do not place it in a darkened drawer
For your future will then become nadir
Must make an effort its flame to restore

Surround yourself with those whom you think dear
Be not afraid to share what is you fear
If true to yourself future will be clear
The glow of the flame you now will restore

Light of the candle to you be sacred
Then drink of His wine and eat of His bread