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Unfaithful to Myself, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Unfaithful to Myself

I cry not because I’m about to die
But regrettably what I’ve failed to do
To myself I have not been fully true
Finding it easier to tell a lie

Wishing now that the harder I did try
This problem thinking I would soon outgrow
Yet, the falsehoods continued to flow
Oh why, oh why, for the life of me why

My lies repeated soon became the truth
Becoming that someone but not myself
Uncomfortable in the borrowed shell

All those secrets I hid destroyed my youth
I have sinned for was not true to myself
For this my greatest fear to burn in hell

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Edvard Munch, Old Man Praying (1902)

High Above, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

High Above

In our embrace there’s no earth beneath us
The stormy clouds that were have gone away
Our warm feelings which abound are ageless
Be night or day together we shall stay

There is love music only we can hear
We dance moving tenderly in the air
A vision of love we hold ever near
Captured within each other’s eyes we stare

To our emotions we willingly yield
Flowery scent of love my lips can taste
Moving higher our passions are unsealed
Of this intimate moment we’ll not haste

In this vacuum floating far above
Totally absorbed in our precious love

Little Lies, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Little Lies

It is there deep within your eyes
Fills my heart with a horrid hurt
Crushed by your many little lies

It is there deep within your eyes
With pain we must say our goodbyes
Our parting wished we could avert

It is there deep within your eyes
Fills my heart with a horrid hurt

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Buttercups, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


The ubiquitous yellow buttercup
Filling the warm summer’s rolling meadows
A welcoming for fervent honey bees
Hungrily gathering golden nectar
We let them do their work unmolested
While she and I search for our perfect ones

Laughing and giggling as little children
Searching acres for the one most shining
Knowing the special secret that they hold
The countless generations have been told
To place under someone special’s chin
Will show their unrevealed craving within

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