Consumed by Fire, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Consumed by Fire

A moon so bright creates a lover’s light
Is I who wishes to quickly begin
By touching her unblemished naked skin
With my lips, won’t miss any part in sight
To taste her beauty with fervent delight
So crazed shan’t yield to any discipline
My vivid passion such a fire within
Shall continue burning throughout this night

From the window we feel the morning sun
I’m ivy, to her body tightly clung
Being repeatedly charged with arson
From the tallest yardarm she’ll have me hung
To her words I am not a bit craven
With a grin I stick out my hungry tongue

Love Smiled at Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love Smiled at Me

Love smiled at me as his deft arrow flew,
Toward the target that’s upon my heart.
Through the center, the pain was very smart.
Was paralyzed as I stood before you.
Struggling hard with every breath I drew,
Like antiquities was falling apart.
Unable this massive crumbing to thwart,
Feeling my final moments to be few.

But you gave the appropriate assist.
Leaning forward with your soft parted lips.
Sharing your honey sweet breath as we kissed.
Such a rush was able to come to grips.
This is a love that I have sorely missed.
Ready to take many more of these trips.

Summer Rain, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Summer Rain

Many clouds made a sky of solid gray
Lightening of purple followed by drums
Not letting into the back yard to play
On the porch wondering if the sun comes

Both of us rock away, just she and I
Chitter, shatter, of many useless things
While we look for some monsters in the sky
She steadily rocks in Polish she sings

Both of us rock away, just she and I
Listening to the wind in the pear trees
She now sings my favorite lullaby
In unison with the late summer breeze

Both of us rock away, just she and I
Without ever stopping we laugh aloud
Caused by a silly breeze who was not shy
Came toward us with water well endowed

Now it’s but I who rock away alone
She is gone, gone for oh so many years
Feel she watches over me from her throne
In the summer rains I shed many tears

Do You Believe in Magic, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Do You Believe in Magic?

It happened so quick!
In my head it was hectic!

Got such a feeling

Knowing I wasn’t getting sick!
And it wasn’t some kind of trick!

Was surely chronic!
Sweating, was getting frantic!

At the sight of her

Breathing was getting drastic!
Rushing heart, I did panic!

Have lost all logic!
She caused erratic static!

Entering the room

My illness is I’m lovesick!
Do you believe in magic?

Love No Longer a Must, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love No Longer a Must

Her heart lies ever still covered in rust
No longer beats as it did once before
Her thinking is love no longer a must

Hurting in the past has made her biased
Such great pain she would not feel anymore
Her heart lies ever still covered in rust

Those special feelings she built all on trust
At first was anger that ripped at her core
Her thinking is love no longer a must

Pledged to all to be the very bravest
Never, ever shall there be amour
Her heart lies ever still covered in rust

Caring not that her life is the dullest
Asserting to all that there is no cure
Her thinking is love no longer a must

All tender thoughts are now in the closet
Not to be hurt she hides behind the door
Her heart lies ever still covered in rust
Her thinking is love no longer a must

Swept Off My Feet, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Metabolism, Edvard Munch 1898

Swept Off My Feet

Remembering the first time we did meet
Not in favor of infatuation
Regrettably she swept me off my feet

My staring, an auspicious way to greet
Providing a sign of adulation
Remembering the first time we did meet

Her full smile really turned up the heat
Dissolving traces of inhibition
Regrettably she swept me off my feet

Not yet ready to admitting defeat
Focus, what’s needed is concentration
Remembering the first time we did meet

Failed miserably trying to be discrete
I was filled with fear and consternation
Regrettably she swept me off my feet

Social defenses used were obsolete
My life as known is now completely done
Remembering the first time we did meet
Regrettably she swept me off my feet

Oh So Close, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Sleepy Nicolle, c. 1900, Mary Cassatt

Oh So Close

Oh my mother dear
Please keep me so near
Ever, ever close
So that I may hear
A comforting sound
The gentle beating
Of your loving heart
Let me feel the warmth
Of your loving touch
It is only you
I shall love so much
Many years from now
I know we will part
But you’ll ever be
So close in my heart