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

The Weight of Lies, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Weight of Lies

I understand when looking in her eyes
The misery of her internal pain
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

Her grieving heart aches with every sunrise
Through her wakened day drags an endless chain
I understand when looking in her eyes

Each link equal to one of many lies
On her troubled heart they’ve placed such a strain
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

Can’t forget no matter how hard she tries
Memories so difficult to refrain
I understand when looking in her eyes

It comes to me without any surprise
That such a person from love should abstain
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

It was my lies which caused our goodbyes
For my pathetic self I hold disdain
I understand when looking in her eyes
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

Let Me Love You, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Let Me Love You

Let me turn your deep darkness into light
Let me help you forget the hurting past
Let me love you for more than just tonight

Let me in your heart that I may excite
Let me help you smile if it’s overcast
Let me turn your deep darkness into light

Let me make your everyday be alright
Let me in to make your every dream vast
Let me love you for more than just tonight

Let me say words so a fire will ignite
Let me in so your sorrows will avast
Let me turn your deep darkness into light

Let me in to give many a delight
Let me in to improve the love forecast
Let me love you for more than just tonight

Let me be close to remove any fright
Let me into your life so love can last
Let me turn your deep darkness into light
Let me love you for more than just tonight

I Remember, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

I Remember

The steadfast small stained house of darkened brown
Standing proud with her new white cedar roof
And how her awkward shape changed over time
No longer looking like a former barn

Her cut quarry stone foundation long placed
Able to feel the shot heard ’round the world
While four Herculean timbers marked time
Balancing the bricked chimney on their backs

Trees of centuries before met the adze
Turning them into a tongue and groove maze
While others were flattened smooth for her floor
All solid that there wasn’t ever a groan

Comforting fire in her wood burning stove
Provides her dwellers of being secure
Hosting wedding and birthdays through the years
Steady was she during shedding of tears

She’d still be standing if not for the crane
Who’s wildly swinging ball aimed for her heart
Attack, attack ’til she fell to the ground
All for the sake of a new parking lot

The Dead Tree and Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Dead Tree and Me

A salacious mind stymied by her smile.
Her relaxed pose says “Catch me if you dare.”
Her cunning eyes are enough to beguile.
Helpless, all I’m able to do is stare.

For both my feet are frozen in the sand.
Not able to make the desired advance.
I’m restrained by her odious command.
Wishing she’d release me to have a chance.

She appears eager from behind the tree
Its body bleached by the harsh torrid sun.
Is this her plan to have done unto me?
A game for her to have a day of fun.

She asked “Are you asking me for a date?”
So confused not knowing how to reply.
Not the right time for me to hesitate,
But I haven’t a feasible alibi.

Beady eyed vultures start to circle down.
She’s excited by the sight in the sky.
Stripped of all, wearing but a pensive frown.
Why is it for love of her must I die?

Stargazer and the Star, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Stars fill the dark skies,
Yet there’s but one in my eyes.
Brighter than diamonds,
Is she, I wish to possess.
So far there’s been no success.

Seeing her I mourn.
My heart is savagely torn.
In my tears I drown,
Knowing she cannot be mine.
On her finger is a sign.

Repulse not I pray.
In my arms I ask she stay,
Yielding to her heart.
The love I carry so true,
If only she had a clue.

Will forever wait,
At eternity’s cold gate,
Though I be naked,
And when I have turned to dust,
My love to her will I trust.

For there cannot be,
Love greater than I of she.
My heart is but hers.
Shining brighter than the sun,
Love that’ll never be undone.

Love or Loneliness, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Two Human BeingsTwo Human Beings, Edvard Munch (1896)

Love or Loneliness

Which am I to choose?
Each providing great rewards.
Either way I lose!

If love be my fate,
I must share with another.
All else needs to wait!

If art is my life,
My mind free to ever roam.
Loneliness is rife!

Both have equal urge.
Love and art can’t coexist.
One I must now purge!

Art to be my choice.
Love can be ephemeral,
While art gives me voice!