Sunrise, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Sunrise

Not sure if it is my mind in a haze
Sun like melted butter in breakfast dish
Assur’d myself will be a wonderful day
Or better to say is my only wish

Swept the cobwebs out of my sleepy head
Gave thanks that didn’t wake to eternal fire
And let me not forget my daily bread
Now to concentrate on today’s attire

Day will be just fine with some assistance
Appears to be more questions than answers
Past has shown there’s no need for resistance
Never chastised for my many blunders

Out of doors with coffee cup in my hands
I talk and He listens, He understands

The Room, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

z-Colin Unwin Gill - Study for Jarius' Daughter (1921)Study for Jarius’ Daughter, Colin Unwin Gill (1921)

The Room, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

No memories on my bedroom walls hung
No windows to let in the morning sun
No clothes of mine to be carelessly flung
No purpose for appearance of homespun

Choosing an abstemious way of life
Considered not to be a penalty
As not being joined to a faithful wife
Giving opportunity to be free

For it is what goes on inside my head
Avoiding distractions as best I can
By a suspicious doctrine to be lead
Understanding where miracles began

Started with the wonder of Abraham
But now living miracles of the Lamb

 

Nemesis, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Rethel Alfred - Nemesis (1837)Nemesis, Alfred Rethel (1837)

Nemesis, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Flying the sky with impeccable eye.
Hated by many willing to do wrong.
Power ov’r those who deservedly die,
Sent to a place avoided overlong.

Eternal truth always a faithful guide,
To all, weak or strong, assuring justice.
Ensuring that all, to the rules abide,
With restless effort, providing aegis.

Perpetrators of hubris, soon to dwell,
As the profane descent of Lucifer,
Into Satan, was sent to fires of hell,
Never again to kneel at God’s altar.

You who ever toils to give what is due,
Have earned admiration for your virtue.

The Poor Fisherman, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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The Poor Fishman, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

The river so flat and still like dried paint.
Not sure if what I say is a complaint.
Father you know that I am not a saint,
But help the fish and me to reacquaint.

Today I say that my day shall be long,
Not returning here until the next dawn.
Yet during those hours I will sing your song,
Giving praise and praying that I stay strong.

The fish I pray for not only for me.
I think of my poor weakened family,
Healthy and strong I pray them all to be,
For it is in them my whole life I see.

To Saint Peter the fish You did help send,
It is on Your will that our lives depend.

Old Man at Prayer, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Rembrandt-Old_Man_in_Prayer(c1630)Old Man in Prayer, Rembrandt van Rijn (c. 1630)

Old Man in Prayer, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Closing my eyes, I do struggle to see.
Scent of your rose does not help to recall,
A tender face from a past memory.
Ago you in my heart I did install.

When I dream, in my mind they seldom last.
Those that stay I’m in a field fully grassed.
Need to seek a way my dreams to recast,
To see life filled with beauty in my past.

Is it possible that we never met?
But a vision, in my mind I did set
If true, how can a vision I forget?
It must have been a desire to regret.

Should your being be not another myth,
Then it is you I desire to be with.

Calm Sea, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

zCourbet Gustave Calm Sea (1866)Calm Sea, Gustave Courbet (1866)

Calm Sea, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

There is no place that I would rather be,
Than listening to the song of the sea,
Sitting with you so near and dear to me,
With quiet mind and my soul so carefree.

Toes digging into ubiquitous sand,
Thoughts of constantly changing life we planned.
Time dictates, for we are at its command,
It is time making the biggest demand.

To do things we never had time to do,
Looking at me my thoughts you always knew,
Being together ‘til our time is through,
With my gaze responding with I love you.

Silently we sit, the tide running out,
Hand in hand both knowing what loves about.

Precious Water, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

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Precious Water, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Went early to the well to get Thy water,
My day would be worthless without this drink.
Once received my spirit becomes brighter,
Heart engages the mind so I can think.

Looked about to see the others with me,
By my hand count there were only a few.
Like me were old nearly able to see.
Soon a young man came and water he drew.

From a common vessel we all did share,
To this water there’s nothing to compare.
Giving thanks our voices filled the clear air,
The sun acknowledged our morning prayer.

Where are the young who have strength we all ask?
Waiting ‘til they can’t do a simple task?