Tattoo, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Tattoo

The ink of my tattoo runs deep
Finding its way into my heart
Was dear, something choosing to keep

The ink of my tattoo runs deep
She’s now forever gone, I weep
Wish to know what drove us apart

The ink of my tattoo runs deep
Finding its way into my heart

Her Hand, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Her Hand

Her hot hand slid across my thigh
While fingers did a spider’s crawl
My breath reached a dangerous high

Her hot hand slid across my thigh
She’s on a mission can’t deny
Like an angler begins to trawl

Her hot hand slid across my thigh
While fingers did a spider’s crawl

Image credit:

https://www.newsbreak.com/news/0OIWGzbs/dear-therapist-my-wifes-sister-came-on-to-me

Special note:

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Man and Woman, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Man and Woman

Oh let me look deeply into your eyes
So I can see the fullness of your soul
Will it match the happiness of your guise
Or is there darkness that’s taken control

To be without you is my greatest fear
Life to be an ocean of emptiness
My feelings for you not a mere veneer
For it is you who gives me completeness

Not my intent to be super selfish
It is you whom I wish the very best
Your internal strife I wish to banish
For your steady peace I shall never rest

It is my love for you that drives me so
Confide in me to help make your heart glow

Image credit:

https://curiator.com/art/edvard-munch/man-and-woman

Above the Clouds at Sunrise, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Above the Clouds at Sunrise

From this high perch casting my eyes about
Drinking in the fullness of this fine earth.
Of what is to be seen removes all doubt
Nature displays its wonder of rebirth.

A new born spring is filled with such wonders
Some just short of possible to explain.
Grasped by a feeling within the heart stirs
Turning this aged body into a swain.

Overcome with my countless tears of joy
Of the earthly wonders lain before me.
This perch is the throne of the roi.
There is but One who could make such beauty.

Given to us to provide solemn care,
A great sin to put it in disrepair.

Image credit:

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/700235

Beware of Angels’ Tears, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Beware of Angels’ Tears

A dark flat carpeting covered the sky
Without warning guns flashed ─ cannonballs flew
Such shaking ─ thought I was going to die
Overcome by a fear I never knew

Was like every angel started to cry
Feverish it was ─ was knocked to the ground
Thinking never again will I be dry
Then there was nothing ─ could not hear a sound

Looking upwards ─ there was no need to pray
The air was clear ─ all stood silently still
It appears today won’t be judgement day
But I was wrong ─ becoming ghostly ill

Those were really the tears of angels
Now they’re holding smiling devilish skulls