On the Waves of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

On the Waves of Love
On the Waves of Love, Edvard Munch (1896)

On the Waves of Love

With the yellow moon shining up above
Come into my waters my only love
Let my soft warmth surround you completely
Releasing your red desire discretely

Let me brush against you with every wave
To give you that comfort for which you crave
Let me rock you into a land of dreams
So you may be kissed by countless moonbeams

To you my energy I shall release
When I feel that your body is in peace
I will softly place you upon the shore
No other love shall you want evermore

David versus the Mighty Ocean, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Eary Morning's DewSplashing Wave Breakwater

David versus the Mighty Ocean

Deftly moving to the breakwater’s edge
He chided the ocean with verbal taunts
With arms spread as if on a building’s ledge
Not modest as dexterity he flaunts

A wave came charging giving it its best
But the white crest was far short of the top
Now receding to take a needed rest
Ocean built up anger that would not stop

Wave upon wave came closer and closer
While the antagonist cheered the waves on
Again with feelings of being abler
With a mouth like a whale David was gone

Taking of David we may think a sin
But the mighty ocean will always win

 

Sunset over the Sea, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Sun Setting on the ShoreSunset over the Sea, William Pye (1900)

Sunset over the Sea, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Dusk adds fine colors to sky of summer
Ferocious white capped waves bring on a chill
A setting sun removes ocean’s glimmer
Near water’s edge they place firewood with skill

With deftness of hand there soon will be heat
For they had done this countless times before
This night is strange, cannot accept defeat
Is this not the place they had called their shore

Maybe a new way was necessary
They restack the wood a different way
Flame was weak making them rather wary
Without affront a wave took all away

Motionlessly starring at each other
Each walked away without any anger

 

Castles of Sand, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Castles of SandCastles of Sand, William Henry Margetson (1898)

Castles of Sand, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Walking to the seashore this cloudless day
Capturing warm white sand between my toes
Coming to hear what the waves have to say
Feeling salty scents that the south wind blows

Desiring of day dreaming sat me down
Casting my eyes over this vast domain
Being a new queen awaiting her crown
Wishing to provide a long love filled reign

Moving the sand, building a great castle
Towering rooms for my many children
Showing castle anything but banal
Missing yet is the most important one

Finding a king to help me I shall pray
Knowing tides will take this dream away