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New Series of poetry e-books by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

First e-book

The first e-book in the new My Ten Cent Poems series will be 30 poems where the basis for the poetry will be the artistic works and life of Edvard Munch. His iconic work The Scream is known worldwide. Munch was a complex individual creating extensive opportunities for a poet. Throughout his life Edvard Munch struggled between love and work. I shall capitalize on this conflict in my poems.

Why “My Ten Cent Poems?”

The plan is to put poems into chapbooks consisting of twenty to forty poems. At ten cents per poem the plan will be to sell each e-book for $2.00 to $3.00 USD. It is hoped that those who enjoy my poetry will purchase some of the chapbooks to help defray the cost incurred in maintaining my blog.

Planned Schedule

At this point my plan on rolling out these chapbooks is to produce one per month. I have estimated that this will be done over the next three years. The poetic form will vary based on the need to making a compelling argument. However, as in the past foundations for each poem will be built on a image and the history of the period.

Minimizing downtime

My blog will need to come down for a period which I hope will be short. The blog will have a new look that will allow readers to move around the blog more efficiently. And of course there will be a store where you will be able to purchase a few e-books.

Final thought

Making printed books available was given much thought. However, producing them would reduce research and writing time. Therefor at this point no printed chapbooks are planned. It is my hope that you will follow me and cheer me on. I have written out a basic plan so there is no backing down now.

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Winds of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Winds of Love

We stand staring at each other
While soft winds play with her long hair.
Sliding my hands across her face
Feeling the softness of her skin
While coaxing hair behind her ears.
Tilting my head moving closer
To the fullness of her red lips.
Her electricity moving
Through every nerve in my body
Producing a desirous state.
So strong I cannot hesitate.
Dreaded pain. I was turning blue.
We stood staring at each other
While soft winds play with her long hair.

Can This Be, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Can This Be

Can this be what is known as love
This fever that embraces me
Burning deep in my weakened heart
Why is it I must feel this way

This fever that embraces me
My breath surely it takes away
Making me a more easy prey
For now I have no resistance

My breath it surely takes away
To the point of desiring death
Mumbling strange words that make no sense
As my thoughts are all about her

To the point of desiring death
Ridding me of this awful pain
All because of feelings for her
Can this be what is known as love

Persistent Bee, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Persistent Bee

I’m a bee flying here and there
Seeking what is bright and real sweet
Always looking at what they wear
I’m a bee flying here and there
Looking for one for whom I’d care
She is out there. I’m eager to meet
I’m a bee flying here and there
Seeking what is bright and real sweet

The Blue Bedroom, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Blue Bedroom

Freely I have given my heart to you
Thinking that yours would be given to me
Wished my many thoughts of you to be true

Loving you I thought the right thing to do
Obvious my deep feelings you could see
Freely I have given my heart to you

With every kiss we shared my feelings grew
Mutual feelings thought we would agree
Wished my many thoughts of you to be true

Deep into my longing heart you I drew
From such pleasing warmth I could never flee
Freely I have given my heart to you

Such a fool to think you could love me too
It was childish thinking you were ready
Wished my many thoughts of you to be true

Now alone in this room of crushing blue
Never to escape for I have no key
Freely I had given my heart to you
Wished my many thoughts of you to be true