Whispers of the dawn
proclaim its arrival
Softness caresses the horizon
with pastel hues.
© Chrissy Siggee
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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A Collection of Poems
Whispers of the dawn
proclaim its arrival
Softness caresses the horizon
with pastel hues.
© Chrissy Siggee
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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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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fading cries of restless birds
linger in the cooling air—
quietness rests like a gentle hug.
© Chrissy Siggee
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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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Why?
Why is life like the ebbing tide?
The ebb of tides is never-ending…
Devastation can come in one huge wave
Or glide you gently into the shore.
Why is life like the shining sun?
Its radiance never ceases to glow…
Harsh heat often sets the earth ablaze
Or softly warms us on a winter’s day.
Why is life like the lilies of the field?
They stand so tall in their Sunday best…
Winter winds causes them to tilt and bend
Or makes them dance in a summers breeze.
Why is life like a shooting star?
Sometimes you see it, sometimes not…
Leaving a trail of light across the evening sky
Or gone in an instant, to be no more.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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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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It’s not really a final goodbye, my friend
because I know I’ll see you again.
The times we spent together,
cried and laughed
I will cherish always.
/
It’s all right now for you to go, my friend
because your many years of pain are over.
Those times we prayed together,
joy and sorrow
I will cherish always.
/
It’s time for you to be at peace, my friend
because we shared a secret or two.
The chats we often shared,
together and apart
I will cherish always.
/
It’s not the many years, my friend
because I could always count on you.
Those times I will think of you,
today and tomorrow
I will cherish always.
/
It’s the beyond tomorrow, my friend
because you will be here, in my heart.
The tears will come and go,
sadness and joy
I will cherish… always.
Poem by Chrissy Siggee
In memory of my dear friend Betty who went home to Jesus on Monday December 14th 2020.
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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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Blue skies, gentle rains
Summer’s sun sweltering heat
Hot days – sticky nights.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2018
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Rising, falling,
Gliding, flying.
Mantled in whispers of cloud,
Little white dove blissfully endowed.
Rising, falling,
Gliding, flying.
Softy embracing a heavenly tone,
Fly little white dove in skies unknown.
Rising, falling,
Gliding, flying.
Little white dove rise beyond the dance,
Through the power of a rhythmic trance.
© Chrissy Siggee
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A camel that couldn’t blink,
had eyes that were yellowish pink
but being a smart fella,
he bought an umbrella
and married a lama in sync.
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There once was a fly called Mable,
whose life was quite unstable.
You see, she lived in Humpty Doo
where they loved their barbecues
but often drank flies in their booze.
Chrissy Siggee
(Note: Humpty Doo is a small town approximately 40 kms from Darwin, Northern Territory Australia)
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There once was a prince called Dylan,
who was known as a bit of a villain.
He would never wash his hands
after a feeding on smelly clams,
so his doctor ordered him to take penicillin.
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There once was a man called Rob,
who lived in the town of Dungog.
With daily doses of moonshine,
he couldn’t walk a straight line.
Sadly, he drowned in his grog.
(Note: Dungog is a rural town near Maitland north of Sydney)
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There once was a flea called Maureen,
lived a laid-back life of a queen.
She survived on a government grant,
which occurred to her as a song and dance,
After-all, she was only eighteen.
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