Full Moon and Wind, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Full Moon and Wind

The wind like a sweeping broom
Wish, swish, rattling every dish
Providing sounds of looming doom
Clouds so fearful begin to weep
What object to overcome such gloom?
Every given answer is “Not I.”
Even the voices from the tomb
Yield for fear to be exhumed
Through the day all stayed at bay
Allowing the wind to have its way
Finally comes the end of day
Now above their many heads
They take notice of the full moon
Gleaming bright with a silly grin
Taking control of what’s below
Giving an eye to the nasty wind
Which falls softly as a lamb
All is quiet in this night
It is now time under the covers
That all heads shall be out of sight

Melancholy Sunset, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Melancholy Sunset
The deep ocean is intense indigo.
There is a sleepy feeling that it casts.
In its stillness there is not an echo.
Sky and water are losing their contrasts.

Rhythmic song of water against the ship,
Makes my eyes close. I feel the summer breeze.
I can taste the salt on my lower lip,
While the gentle rocking puts me at ease.

The sails no longer search for any wind,
While seagulls are not to be seen or heard.
The moment appears so undisciplined,
As if not a thing is to be disturbed.

The orange sun now nearly out of sight,
Quietly kisses the ocean good night.

Golden Leaves, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Golden Leaves

Whispering autumn wind came rolling in
Sending shivers to every golden leaf
Many of them beginning downward spin
Without displaying any sign of grief

The remainder held on with a belief
They have value and should somehow survive
Not falling to what they think is a thief
With power as to who remains alive

But are they some sort of romantic fools
Blinded by confusing view what is life
Distorting the basics of nature’s rules
Resisting can only create more strife

Trees stand naked, the golden leaves are gone
All now beneath the snow, none left to mourn

 

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

 

 

Wind of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Gustave Courbet - The Calm Sea [1869]Gustave Courbet – The Calm Sea (1869)

Wind of Love

Come fly with me, give me your caring hand.
We grab the wind which is at our command,
To take us wherever we shall demand,
Be it over blue sea or verdant land.

Life is beautiful when with one you love,
To share our many moments together.
Being lovingly close as hand in glove,
Tightly embrace whatever the weather.

Today wind sets us at sandy white beach,
With music of birds filling the clear air.
No doubt of love for each other we reach,
Lips meeting, symbol of love we declare.

May our special wind be ever gentle,
Taking us to places so beautiful.