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A Collection of Poems
Riverside Peace (the poem)
There’s something about a river
that draws me to its side
Effortlessly advancing
toward a lake or sea.
With abundance of freshness
it’s filled with life and health
Uninterrupted flowing
beyond the distant fields.
From gentle humble beginnings
– a fact of life itself
Amazingly appealing
amid a lonely past.
Whispers of the river embrace
the peace renews my mind
Majestically embracing
yonder pathways I see.
© Chrissy Siggee
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Pretty in Pink
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Close of Day
silence captures a moment in time—
an owl sounds the close of day,
a hush falls over the darkening sky
and the world closes its eyes to sleep.
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© Chrissy Siggee
From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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Yellow Rose
Beautiful colours
delicate yellow petals
sunshine and roses
new buds already to bloom
green foliage dance in the breeze

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A New Dawn Rising
Echoes of early birds twill fill my ears,
Gleams of sun rays kiss my face,
Fragrances from the dew-fresh grass tease my senses.
Opening my eyes, I see a crimson sky—
I can almost taste the sweetness of the early morning;
Sunlight announces a new dawn rising.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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DAWN – Awaken the Senses
Dawn illuminates the sky
caressing the trees
Songs of the birds fill my ears
and slumber from my eyes
The crispness in the air
awakens the senses.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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Swans
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Evening Sky
colours of the evening sky
reveal the setting sun—
aromas of the sleepy garden
refresh my musty senses.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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In Memory of a Dear Friend
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Me and My Writing….
I don’t care what people say
It’s time to look the other way.
If I want to write – I will
with or without a copyright.
Poems, fiction and mysteries,
for children and adults.
Whatever takes my fancy – oh yeah…
It’s what I like to do.
My grammar may not be perfect
and rhyme is not my forte
But whatever I write –
I write with all my heart.
Grandchildren love my nonsense,
Friends enjoy a jingle.
I only write for them and those
Who enjoy my writing most.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2018
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Kangaroos
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Beach Holiday
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Roof Top Dancing
tap, tap, tap…
thud, thud,
bump bump.
repeat
There is someone on my roof…
It sounds like they are dancing.
tap, tap, tap…
thud, thud,
bump bump.
repeat
I wonder if this roof is dance-proof…
It wouldn’t be for elephants prancing.
tap, tap, tap…
thud, thud,
bump bump.
repeat
Who is dancing on my roof?
Toward the eaves they’re now advancing.
tap, tap, tap…
thud, thud,
bump bump.
repeat
I sneaked a peek to find the proof…
To do this, it took some chancing.
tap, tap, tap…
thud, thud,
bump bump.
repeat
There is someone dancing on my roof!
— It’s three galahs belly-dancing.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galah
© Chrissy Siggee
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Summer is almost here.
Blue skies, gentle rains
Summer’s sun sweltering heat
Hot days – sticky nights.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2018
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Amish Wash Day
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COmE, dANce WiTh mE
Dancing couples enhanced my mood,
Lights dimmed and music subdued.
This man intrigued me – he sat alone
Rumours had him single and smart
Perhaps he’d consider a dance with me ~
He looked at me, I looked away
Doubt disappeared – I met his gaze
He smiled at me – I think I blushed
Was it possible – was he the one?
He rose from his chair and strolled my way
I sat quite still, frozen in time
Preoccupied with sweet fantasies –
With a princely bow he took my hand
His eyes spoke volumes; I rose to dance
A foretaste of our love and romance.
daNce
Daydreams mingled with our dance,
Nothing ever happens by chance.
We married young – knew nothing of life
We lived simply and loved each other
We knew we could dance without a doubt ~
We dreamed our dreams, I knew your heart
Through the years we dancedas one
We learned to commit – we cherished our love
To Dance with you – for a lifetime, no less!
We nurtured our dance and learnt new moves
From hip hop kids to break dance teens
discovered and danced every routine –
You showed me how to refine our dance
With true love – the order of each day
We progressed to classical ballet.
DaNCe
The sands of time continue to flow,
Neither age nor pain will end this dance.
We danced yesterday. We danced today
We’ll dance tomorrow, this dance of life
Bad years are few—but we took that chance –
Your true commitment never fails
because you dance with a patient heart
You love me the way I am – I know
Always have – right from our first dance!
In the stillness of the night, you hold me
For always – I want to dance with you
Devotion and love are ours – it’s true ~
A life time of memories stir from within
Our dance is still to the highest degree
Because I accepted – and you danced with me.
dANcE
First published © Chrissy Siggee – 2018
Dedicated to my husband of 42 years. Always the romantic. Always in love.
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Mourning
Sixty days she’d walked alone,
counting memories along the way.
She stumbled every now and then
but knew she couldn’t fall.
Her mind was full of images;
her heart was full of grief.
Too many nights alone,
many days that would not end.
Now she sits on her garden seat,
bought together one summer’s day.
Tears spilling down her cheeks
lost in a world without her Paul.
She knows her life must go on;
her mind still filled with disbelief.
With every breath it hurt,
alone, she cannot comprehend.
One day she’ll fall in love once more,
with a restored heart to give away.
For now, she lives with memories
that she cannot help recall.
His presence’s felt all around;
memories bring fruitless relief.
Worst of all, no doubt about it,
she had lost her very best friend.
Autumn leaves fall to the ground,
like her tears they do portray.
Her face stings with salty wetness—
she wipes them away it with assurance tall.
She’ll face new challenges boldly;
yet still, sorrow will not be brief.
Time will heal and life will go on,
and her mourning heart will mend.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2019
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental
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Trusting Bird
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Why…Don’t…I…
Why is it when I plan to spend time writing, I’m needed by everybody?
Why is it when I’m relaxing, someone wants something?
Why is it when I’m sleeping that someone phones me?
Why is it when I’m about to eat, there’s a knock on the door?
Why is it when I want to shut down the computer, an email/ message comes in?
Don’t get me wrong, I do get to write…
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to help…
Don’t get me wrong, I love people who phone…
Don’t get me wrong, I love having visitors…
Don’t get me wrong, there’s only spam emails I dislike…
I just wish at times I have more time to write.
I just wish at times I have super powers.
I just wish at times I can answer in my sleep.
I just wish at times people come earlier and eat with me.
I just wish at times my computer answers emails for me.
by me: Chrissy Siggee
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