Tag Archives: Heart

More Friend than Foe, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Wheat Fields, Jacob van Ruisdael (c. 1670)

 

More Friend than Foe, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Looking out to the sky you caught my eye,
Ominous for sure, you’re not at all shy.
Not the least caring if I live or die,
A very dangerous craft you do ply.

Be it your desire you can start a fire,
At the moment next cause it to expire.
Or in a single flash devour any spire,
And I for one will not provoke your ire.

All rather feel the gentler side of you.
You helping with our gardens to renew,
Not much caring if it be impromptu,
And pray your help will always continue.

Angering clouds can be distasteful pain,
But to wish departure would be insane.

 

 

Muse or Odalisque, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Courbet Gustave -Jo the Beautiful Irish Girl (1866)

Jo, the Beautiful Irish Girl,  Gustave Courbet (1866)

 

Muse or Odalisque, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The mirror shows the color of my hair,
But silent on my internal despair.
O but wishing this piece of glass could care,
As my quandary has been a nightmare.

With two so distinct can my love I share?
What I ask is it a request so rare?
Understanding it be an odd affair,
Yet to cast aside one would be unfair.

To make a choice of one my heart I’d tear.
A love of both no issues to declare.
Am able to withstand the wretched stare.
When Whistler or Courbet call I’ll be there.

Such arrangements are not so very quare.
Is it novel to have wife and affair?

 

 

 

The Day After, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Munch Edvard-The Day After (c1895)The Day After, Edvard Munch (c. 1895)

The Day After, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Here am I laying idle on my bed,
Wond’r what is going on inside my head.
Should be up doing things I always dread.
Will lazily linger awhile instead.

Having real trouble with what I’ve read.
Extremely troubling thoughts it did embed.
Thinking that down the wrong path I am led.
Somehow very soon these thoughts I must shed.

Not logical for myself to behead.
Now I hold tightly to a single thread.
Is it true, to a fool I soon be wed?
Am I the fool listening to what is said?

Dangerous to heed the gossip they spread,
All of this talk has made my face blood-red.

 

 

 

By the River, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Robinson Theodore-By_the_River (1887)

Theodore Robinson, By the River (1887)

By the River, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

When I am fully grown what will I be?
Am I destined to be strong as this tree?
Of a mind in knowing that I am free?
And to hold strong passionate faith in Thee?

To be free as the river flowing by,
As the many birds that travel the sky.
This very request Thou should not deny,
For through baptism Thy support I rely.

Need to be free to follow in Thy name,
To let my heart be Thy eternal flame.
The young heart that Thou so early did claim,
Make me ready Thy holy words to proclaim.

To make me pure of heart and strong of mind,
So in my heart Thy name will be enshrined.

 

Lovers’ Moon, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

z-Unknown Artist - Lovers, c.1910

Unknown Artist, Lovers (c. 1910)

Lovers’ Moon, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

So close to Cupid, fear we’re his target.
Come we shall take the staircase to heaven.
There memories made never to forget.
Lovers’ moon so bright will be our beacon.

If you be chilled, here take my loving heart,
Aflame of a resplendent love of you.
As you have neutralized every rampart,
Eagerly awaits your love to imbue.

Ask me not why I feel the way I do,
Very first sight of you love would ensue.
Such a feeling will always continue,
Admitting my love never to eschew.

Though tonight’s lovers’ moon is soon to set,
Its light on you face thoughts of when we met.