Autumn, Emilio Sánchez Perrier (c. 1900)
Autumn by the River
Song birds of the trees have made their retreat
Cool winds of autumn chased summer away
Colors of the quiet land now blasé
Busy fields in summer are not deplete
Paces of the past are now slowing down
Giving moments of pure quiet pleasure
Thinking of the silos filled with treasure
Waiting arrival winter’s bridal gown
Cataloging thoughts at the river’s edge
Reminiscing the joys that came my way
In mind the desire to ensure they stay
Seeking more in the future is my pledge
Studying the river as it goes by
It is my life passing by that I see
Message is always busy I must be
Like plants I will eventually die
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.
Il Povero Pescatore, Puvis de Chavannes (1881)
The Poor Fishman, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
The river so flat and still like dried paint.
Not sure if what I say is a complaint.
Father you know that I am not a saint,
But help the fish and me to reacquaint.
Today I say that my day shall be long,
Not returning here until the next dawn.
Yet during those hours I will sing your song,
Giving praise and praying that I stay strong.
The fish I pray for not only for me.
I think of my poor weakened family,
Healthy and strong I pray them all to be,
For it is in them my whole life I see.
To Saint Peter the fish You did help send,
It is on Your will that our lives depend.
Franciszek Zmurko, Lady Sleeping (c. 1900)
Lady Sleeping, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Soon your nev’r ending nightmare shall expire.
A method will come to put out the fire.
From this struggle you will quickly retire.
Need never again to express your ire.
This new found freedom shall come at a cost.
You must recover the soul that is lost.
Thinking no need it was easily tossed.
For change to be the soul you will accost.
The object be to find internal peace,
Then the feeling of freedom will increase,
Mental anger and hate you shall release,
The rigid fences that bound you will cease.
Should you desire the soul not ever found,
The nightmares you harbor will be profound.
Falkenstein Castle, Christian Jank (1883)
Castle in the Air, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Shall we build a grand castle in the air?
So great in its stature none can compare,
People will soon come from most everywhere,
In amazement will give a wondrous stare.
The architect plans are finally here,
After perusal not really clear.
What are you thinking that we do my dear?
Be brazen and continue without fear?
Builder says won’t quit until job is done,
Not too sure about the cost overrun.
It’s been two months and job has not begun,
Think the money has headed for the sun.
I’m thinking the house we have is just fine,
Let me pour you another glass of wine.
Kristus a Magdalena, Vojtech Hynais (1889)
Be Not Judged, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Wrong to guard wealth over my needy soul.
Not worthy of Magdala my title.
As being far from ever an angel.
Feel my wanton heart to be dark as coal.
Seeking a way to become again whole,
That my many past sins, You to expel,
To find a path to avoid things carnal,
And my special love for You to extol.
Mary what reason are thee on bent knee?
For I know in your young heart burns a fire,
This day forward you shall be My beacon.
Be assured that from your sins you are free.
Let it be known to all your true desire,
Be with Me and the Father in Heaven.
Unknown Title and Painter
Precious Water, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Went early to the well to get Thy water,
My day would be worthless without this drink.
Once received my spirit becomes brighter,
Heart engages the mind so I can think.
Looked about to see the others with me,
By my hand count there were only a few.
Like me were old nearly able to see.
Soon a young man came and water he drew.
From a common vessel we all did share,
To this water there’s nothing to compare.
Giving thanks our voices filled the clear air,
The sun acknowledged our morning prayer.
Where are the young who have strength we all ask?
Waiting ‘til they can’t do a simple task?