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Persuasion, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Persuasion, Leonard Campbell (1874)

Persuasion

But if only to savor you
To wallow in your dainty scent
To do what I’m longing to do
But if only to savor you
To stay with you the whole night through
Knowing that I’ll need to repent
But if only to savor you
To wallow in your dainty scent

Alone, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Alone (1896)

Alone

She rents her body
To those who will pay her fee
Isn’t an act of love
But to keep them all happy
In her room or an alley

No one knows her name
Nor from the city she came
No reason to care
Just that they leave with a smile
Even when it is so vile

When’ll misery end
Or at least to find a friend
Her sorrow to share
Who’s real caring is shown
She doesn’t want to die alone

Journey, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Journey

A journey that will take us through the night
With moments that will not be forgotten
Of countless shining stars that fill our eyes
As we lie together on the sweet grass

With moments that will not be forgotten
We plan for the days of those yet to come
While there is laughter thinking of the past
Holding hands wishing our feelings will last

We plan for the days of those yet to come
A ritual done when we visit here
No matter the specific time of year
To our special place that we hold so dear

A ritual done when we visit here
Adjusting to make sure our path is clear
Building consensus on our next big move
Entering many spats that do not last

Adjusting to make sure our path is clear
For we do not know where the path will end
Admitting now we are no longer young
But there’s many things that will never change

For we do not know where the path will end
Our new plans take on a shorter distance
But we still bicker on what’s to be done
A journey that will take us through the night

Writer’s Block, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Writer’s Block

Fixating on an off white wall
My mind is blindly stagnated
Can’t develop a thought at all
Fixating on an off white wall
Nothing on paper could I scrawl
My mind is about clear as mud
Fixating on an off white wall
My mind is blindly stagnated

It is the wall and not my mind
Can’t have a tree without a seed
How could I be so batty blind
It is the wall and not my mind
Without maps treasure I can’t find
Without a partner I can’t breed
It is the wall and not my mind
Can’t have a tree without a seed

Best I go to the great outdoors
To find what the world is about
Plan to take daily walking tours
Best I go to the great outdoors
Let the wildlife be my mentors
They should remove at least some doubt
Best I go to the great outdoors
To find what the world is about

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