The Confession, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Dicksee-The ConfessionThe Confession, Frank Dicksee (1898)

The Confession, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Oh how I anguish over love of thee
I fear can’t see thou any other way
When I see thee am I to quickly flee
No my heart with thee will forever stay

Can I coral thee to a gathering arm
Turning and offering a cheek to kiss
To think our touching is doing no harm
Believing such I’d surely be remiss

There’s an aching desire with thee to lay
To have our wanton flesh meld into one
Doing all proving not a game I play
Then fearing penalty for what I’ve done

Am I the fool thinking a love to be
Or will it take Moses to part the sea

 

Nemesis, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Rethel Alfred - Nemesis (1837)Nemesis, Alfred Rethel (1837)

Nemesis, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Flying the sky with impeccable eye.
Hated by many willing to do wrong.
Power ov’r those who deservedly die,
Sent to a place avoided overlong.

Eternal truth always a faithful guide,
To all, weak or strong, assuring justice.
Ensuring that all, to the rules abide,
With restless effort, providing aegis.

Perpetrators of hubris, soon to dwell,
As the profane descent of Lucifer,
Into Satan, was sent to fires of hell,
Never again to kneel at God’s altar.

You who ever toils to give what is due,
Have earned admiration for your virtue.