Summer, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Summer Poem

Lovers’ Song, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Lovers' SongLovers’ Song, Federico Andreotti (1876)

Lovers’ Song

Night is so young and love has just begun
Sit here my fair lady while I perform
Singing soft words to make our love burgeon
With the desire to create a firestorm
Rose thou holds place gently beneath thy nose
To my heart an image of what thou art
Thou sweeter and softer than any rose
This feeling in my heart shall never part

Bow glides slowly across my violin
Like the summer wind through thy angel hair
To rest my bow and touch thy tender skin
Thy pure beauty knowing none that compare
The candle has now become very short
Come my love and gently retire with me
To a dreamland thy heart I will transport
Singing a lovers’ song written for thee

 

Girl with Flaxen Hair, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Girl with Flaxen Hair.jpgA Classical Beauty, Leon Comerre (1880)

Girl with Flaxen Hair

Standing before me, I tried not to stare
A living Greek goddess, with skin so fair
Eyes of sparkling jewels, extremely rare
Such beauty, more than any heart could bear

Angelic words she spoke, I never heard
Captivated by redness of her lips
Every thought at once was totally blurred
As from her goblet she took supple sips

My ailing heart she gave a coup de gras
Tossing her lengthy hair from her shoulder
As if she was throwing gold dust afar
Fire in the heart now began to smolder

Now is known that I never had a chance
Girl with flaxen hair to start a romance

 

Come Closer, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Come CloserThe Farewell, James Tissot (1871)

Come Closer

This iron fence may as well be my cell
Cannot get closer to you if I may
Dare not to think this may be our farewell
Given but a single choice here I’d stay

The night’s wispy breeze has carried your scent
Of a new blossomed rose in early June
Not to get closer causes me torment
Such a distance like I am on the moon

Come closer so my hungry lips may touch
Silky softness made in heaven above
Come closer that your body I may clutch
To whisper words to you of my great love

Eternity will pass ’til the morrow
Till then my heart will be filled with sorrow

 

Suicide, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

SuicideLe Suicide, Edouard Manet (1877)

Suicide

Is true to what I have really done
Desire to rid myself of misery
Lying here still bleeding holding a gun
In death thinking I’d be totally free

There is torture in the time that remains
Bed continues to hold her luscious scent
My sick heart shackled in her mighty chains
Absent her savage kiss I now lament

I’m afraid now to close these heavy eyes
In her full beauty she shall reappear
Knowing she is the devil in disguise
To guide me straight to hell is what I fear

It is love that caused the hellish nightmare
And life only comes with a one way fare

Woman in My Life, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Elizabeth_Jane_Gardner_-_After_the_engagement (c. 1882)
Elizabeth Jane Gardner, After the Engagement (c. 1882)

Woman in My Life, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

You’re the sunshine that greets me every day
Your soft smile puts one on my yawning face
Your eyes so bright a message they convey
Your lips many kisses on mine do place

Your first embrace steadies my wobbly feet
You are the sweetness in my morning cup
Your touch is the first I desire to meet
You are the one that makes my heart gallop

Your love gives to me such warming comfort
Your strength to pick me up when I am down
You give me special joy the way you flirt
You do all of this still in a nightgown

You are the one who truly made my life
Each morning I give thanks you are my wife

 

Game of Croquet, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A_Game_of_Croquet_by_Winslow_Homer_1866A Game of Croquet, Winslow Homer (1866)

Game of Croquet, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

This day in May two ladies are to play,
Croquet, artful game of skill and daring.
Player strategies employed as they may,
Often what combatants are wagering.

On the field of gentle green are two friends,
Been that way since they can’t remember when.
If differences always made amends,
Even when it was a matter of men.

Today two hungry hearts enter the fray.
This vital match will allow tight croquet.
Fighting for his love only one will stay.
Now each sees the other as vicious prey.

Though daggers fly the match is very tight,
Then it happens, her ball flies out of sight.

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In Croquet the term “tight croquet” allows the foot to be placed on your ball so that whacking your opponent’s ball will send it into the bushes while yours remains in position. We can see below that the gentleman is setting up the ball so the lady in red can send the lady in blue into the woods so she alone can claim her trophy.

 

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