Precious Keepsake, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Precious ObjectPrecious Keepsake, Federico Andreotti (n.d.)

Precious Keepsake

His mind and body are agedly weak
Yet each day eagerly tends to his sheep
Each night takes a precious box to his seat
And rocks in rhythm until he falls asleep
The key to the box hangs around his neck
Not known the last when it was in the lock
Years passed since anyone bothers to check
For his only company is his flock

Is he an old miser hoarding his gold
To him can there be something more precious
His lips tight as a clam and never told
People of the past asked and left anxious
He is now dead leaving me box and key
Nothing included on how to dispose
In my rocker with box upon my knee
Key in hand listening to his echoes

 

Lovers’ Song, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Lovers' SongLovers’ Song, Federico Andreotti (1876)

Lovers’ Song

Night is so young and love has just begun
Sit here my fair lady while I perform
Singing soft words to make our love burgeon
With the desire to create a firestorm
Rose thou holds place gently beneath thy nose
To my heart an image of what thou art
Thou sweeter and softer than any rose
This feeling in my heart shall never part

Bow glides slowly across my violin
Like the summer wind through thy angel hair
To rest my bow and touch thy tender skin
Thy pure beauty knowing none that compare
The candle has now become very short
Come my love and gently retire with me
To a dreamland thy heart I will transport
Singing a lovers’ song written for thee

 

First Jewels, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

First JewelsLes Premiers Bijoux, William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1891)

First Jewels

On the wings of a downy summer wind
A vision of heaven stood before me
Feeling as if to a tree I was pinned
Wondering if this could really be

If be with body put thy hand in mine
Her velvety softness now I did feel
She spoke to me in a voice so benign
Her mission was my empty heart to steal

Moving close to her my breath couldn’t expel
Her lips start in my heart a raging fire
‘Cause of her beauty I am under a spell
Now filled with uncontrollable desire

Without wealth what gift can I give to thee
I give my heart and the fruit of the cheery tree

 

Girl with Flaxen Hair, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Girl with Flaxen Hair.jpgA Classical Beauty, Leon Comerre (1880)

Girl with Flaxen Hair

Standing before me, I tried not to stare
A living Greek goddess, with skin so fair
Eyes of sparkling jewels, extremely rare
Such beauty, more than any heart could bear

Angelic words she spoke, I never heard
Captivated by redness of her lips
Every thought at once was totally blurred
As from her goblet she took supple sips

My ailing heart she gave a coup de gras
Tossing her lengthy hair from her shoulder
As if she was throwing gold dust afar
Fire in the heart now began to smolder

Now is known that I never had a chance
Girl with flaxen hair to start a romance

 

Leaf on a River, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Leaf on a RiverRiver Study, J Laurence Hart (n.d.)

Leaf on a River

My heart as a leaf flows with the river
No port of call is currently listed
Nor stopping to be a solemn griever
River doesn’t yield, heart cannot be bided

Know not where or when the river will end
Heart was once green now a sullen yellow
Never made a choice of lover or friend
Can’t remember ever being a foe

This water journey thought to be unique
Soon found that countless millions are alike
With nothing of great importance to speak
Nor a vein of richness ever to strike

Who determines what someone’s life is worth
Should we be celebrating any birth