The Sleepwalker, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The SleepwalkerThe Sleepwalker, Maximillian Pirner (1878)

The Sleepwalker

A love to steal, who she thinks is real
Pondering over him both day and night
Her deep anguish she attempts to conceal
Searching the darkness without any fright

In the secret of her mind he’s divine
She claims his perfect love never to spurn
Eager to have their hot bodies entwine
Before daylight she finds a safe return

She knows one day of finding her lover
That she would soon share the warmth of his bed
Then one deep dark night she did discover
The exact place where he did lay his head

On the narrow ledge, not taking a breath
Wind came along, now falling to her death

Nana, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

NanaNana, Edouard Manet (1877)

Book by Emile Zola

Nana

You have the power to control the sun
There’s not a man who your beauty would shun
A magnetic allure second to none
The world’s most desirable courtesan

Not very long ago you walked the street
Elevated to stage door men you’d greet
Now many men lay prostrate at your feet
Creating dreams for fools by your deceit

Do wonder what it is you have inside
Some darkened secret of the past you hide
Never thinking to be a loving bride
Surely absent is a life filled with pride

Easily shared your body not amour
You do know you are but a high priced whore

 

Love’s Reward, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love's RewardThe Raging Rapids, Peder Mork Mønsted (n.d.)

Love’s Reward

Ranging river flooded into my heart,
Suffocating, surely I will be drowned.
Its power so great to tear me apart,
Can this really be love that I found?

Kidnapped by aches and pains and nervous twitch,
Twisting and turning, can’t sleep in my bed.
Desire new feeling for which I may switch,
To rid me of this swirling in my head.

How I hunger but unable to eat,
Stomach tighter than a Gordian knot.
Shivering yet sweating from intense heat,
Visits to countless doctors are for naught.

If this be love, I know not what to do,
Should this be my reward for loving you?

 

Sunrise, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Norham Castle, Sunrise c.1845 by Joseph Mallord William Turner 1775-1851Norham Castle, Sunrise, J. M. W. Turner (c.1845)

Sunrise

Not sure if it is my mind in a haze
Sun like melted butter in breakfast dish
Assur’d myself will be a wonderful day
Or better to say is my only wish

Swept the cobwebs out of my sleepy head
Gave thanks that didn’t wake to eternal fire
And let me not forget my daily bread
Now to concentrate on today’s attire

Day will be just fine with some assistance
Appears to be more questions than answers
Past has shown there’s no need for resistance
Never chastised for my many blunders

Out of doors with coffee cup in my hands
I talk and He listens, He understands

Snow Scene, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Henry Alexander, Snow Scene through a Winter Window, 1870.Snow Scene through a Winter Window, Henry Alexander (1870)

Snow Scene

Under blankets, another frigid night
Could feel aching chill in my weary bones
Feared what horror there would be my first sight
Feeling confident would be many moans

Looking through button holes, saw the bright white
Tired of the piling up of winter’s snow
This freezing matter is no longer trite
Miserable stuff really must go

A death row prisoner is what I am
Give me my last meal and be done with it
Never have been fan of winter’s program
Ever bored of doing nothing but sit

For the joy of spring I hunger and thirst
Can I survive, it’s but November first

 

The Lovers, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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The Lovers, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Selene glowing from her throne above
Helios’s chariot now past the gate
Venus has sent to us a turtle dove
Cupid with his arrow has sealed our fate

All our inhibitions do we dispose
Coming together with such tender touch
Like two feathers we glide into repose
Each other’s flesh do we lovingly clutch

Softness of thy goddess body I tour
Finding your wetness I look at your eyes
They tell me thou are desirous of more
To caress me between thy silken thighs

Our bodies now united as just one
To be enraptured until morning sun

 

Betrayer Moon’s Wind, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Betrayer Moon’s Wind, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Tonight all are under a strange power
Sinful light of blue from betrayer moon
Waves of every ocean angrily stir
As wiry winds causing many to swoon

Unfaithful love the night wind will challenge
By entering whirling around their bed
Seeking confession, their sin to expunge
Forgiveness comes depending on what’s said

If thou has been faithful rest thy tired head
For the night wind be a comforting breeze
The unfaithful, this night they’ll surly dread
Night air shall be filled with their screaming pleas

Betrayer moon coming is not steady
Best to be faithful, be always ready