Shadows in the Snow, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Olgyai Viktor -Trees In the Snow (c 1910)Trees in the Snow, Viktor Olgyai (c. 1910)

Shadows in the Snow, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Gazing at the long shadows on the snow,
Hearing each and every word that we speak.
They are not willing to tell what they know,
Surely those of who are joined at our feet.

Count each and every shadow there are six,
Of opinion there is an equal mix.
The problem will not be a ready fix,
Their single solution everyone sticks.

Now the sun sits upon the distant hill,
And still a solution yet to be found.
Like winter trees all six completely still,
As their long shadows they make not a sound.

Time has now pushed the sun out of their sight,
Their distraught shadows too have taken flight.

Spring, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Voscher Leopold_Heinrich_Vöscher_Gebirgslandschaft_mit_GletscherGebirgslandschaft mit Gletscher, Leopold Heinrich Vöscher (n.d.)

Spring, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Suddenly it’s spring, a time of rebirth.
Sun tells mountains to set the waters free,
Then green is the new color of the earth,
In fields and forests ever so densely.

As a sleeping bear comes forth from its den,
So has my soul at winter’s bitter end.
Feels so lightened now that it is open,
To get out as there are fences to mend.

Gather together with friends once again,
Each lending a hand whenever they can.
There’s real joy in all hearts for certain,
Looking around we see empyrean.

In our hearts spring is valued more than gold,
With happiness its glory is extolled.

Working the Quay, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

van Gogh - unloading sand at the quayQuay with Men Unloading Sand Barges, Vincent van Gogh (1888)

Working the Quay, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

End of another laborious day.
Work was exhorted in a heinous way.
A wage of a slave was their daily pay.
Life is never easy working the quay.

With calloused hands and backs nearly broken,
Spirits are targeted to be beaten,
To turn each victim into a cretin.
Many praying their death to be hasten.

Why for some must life be a living hell?
Why must many carry another’s yoke?
Is it so they can live extremely well?
Or is the social system that is broke?

To take advantage of a person’s plight,
Is worse than the thief who comes in the night.

Deluge, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Court Scene_of_deluge-Joseph_Desire_Court-MBA_Lyon_A23-IMG_0453Scene of deluge, Joseph-Desire Court (1827)

Deluge, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Rising waters come not to their surprise.
Ungodly behaviors antagonize,
He who loves them and who He did advise,
Their very actions He shall penalize.

Within His power did save but a few,
Who faithfully abided by His rule,
So once again we could begin anew.
Now afresh His wishes we overrule.

Once more old behaviors we restore,
Even after He sent His only Son.
Do we dare to ask He do even more?
Do we dare say that the Devil has won?

Can still accept the baby if we choose,
It still remains with us to win or lose.

 

Reading Woman by a Piano, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Hammershoi Vihelm - Reading women by a piano (1907)Reading Woman by a Piano, Vihelm Hammershoi (1907)

Reading Woman by a Piano, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Love poems that I read instill me more.
Still waiting your special knock on my door.
Bearing the absence of one I adore.
O come, pluck the strings softly, I implore.

Do lovingly what you have done before,
With every note you’d play my heart did soar.
Come quickly, come quickly play an encore,
As I danced, your music was all I wore.

Your music more precious than any ore.
Come quick, so I may dance upon the floor,
A new step wish eagerly to explore,
Because my solemn heart great love will pour.

Not to be sad ’till you come, I’m foreswore,
For it’s you I shall love forevermore.

In Rapture, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Żmurko Franciszek - In Rapture (c 1900)Franciszek Żmurko- In Rapture (c. 1900)

In Rapture, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Soon to be embraced by a darken night.
Feeling your heart beat as I hold you tight.
Eyes wide not wanting you out of my sight.
Is you that I love with all of my might!

The way you touch does really excite.
In my heart intense fire you do ignite.
You are my star glowing so bright.
Oh this feeling, to you I shall requite!

At this moment let our bodies unite.
This wonder, if it could last a fortnight,
But woefully life itself is finite.
So now with that regret we kiss goodnight!

Of this feeling of heavenly rapture
Together, shows that love is the answer.

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.