Thames Lilies, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

z-Brooks Thomas, Thames Lilies

Thomas Brooks, Thames Lilies (no date)

 

Thames Lilies, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Is it your current want to be swallowed?
As was the desirable Ophelia.
Many search for me when Cupid has failed,
Would be safer to pick a Camellia.

People assign to me pow’r I’m without,
Can’t again be your sign of purity.
Reaching for my stem confirms any doubt,
No harm is intended just said aptly.

Then there is the matter of estranged love,
A mere flower can’t undo the root cause.
If medicinal reason, try foxglove.
The problem do not pass, for it is yours.

If wish be to put me on your table,
For such a task I am truly able.

The Dawn of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Brooks, Thomas, 1818-1892; The Dawn of Love

Thomas Brooks, The Dawn of Love (1846)

 

The Dawn of Love, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Sitting peacefully here with you so near,
I gaze upon your virginal beauty,
Wondering if this feeling I should fear.
Has Cupid done his appointed duty?

What is it about you that gives such joy?
Be it the sound of your voice makes me meek?
Making my heart dance as a little boy.
Is it your love I unknowingly seek?

Your bluest eyes brighter than any sky,
Their twinkling puts this poor mind in a trance,
Making every thought of you start to fly.
But are we too young to think of romance?

Be sure that this heart has an open door,
With you it be love, willing to explore.

The Stepping Stones, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

z-Brooks Thomas, The Steppig Stones (c. 1880)

Thomas Brooks, The Stepping Stones (c. 1880)

 

The Stepping Stones, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Life, a real challenge at any age,
Even more so, for one as young as you.
There is no safety, if locked in a cage,
It will be wisdom that will guide you through.

Each stone before you is a test in life,
Focus on the stone which lies before you.
Have sound footing to avoid any rife,
For each stone forward make your step be true.

Be fair warned of a wavering heart,
As it can confuse a serious mind,
Bewildering all thinking from the start.
You must be forewarned that all love is blind.

Endearing as it is, may seal your fate,
Now hurry, he waits at the garden gate.