Blue skies, gentle rains
Summer’s sun sweltering heat
Hot days – sticky nights.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2018
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A Collection of Poems
Little White Dove
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
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.
Chrissy Siggee 2020
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I Love my Roses
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A Fly called Mable
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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Stand Tall
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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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Black is Beautiful
A Prince Called Dylan
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.
Chrissy Siggee
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A Man called Rob
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.
Chrissy Siggee 2020
(Note: Dungog is a rural town near Maitland north of Sydney)
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A Flea Called Maureen
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.
Chrissy Siggee 2020
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Beach Musings
Cool breezes whip at my hair
Gentle waves ripple over my toes
Seagulls take to the air
and sea mist tickles my nose.
© Chrissy Siggee 2020
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A Man called Matt
There once was a man called Matt,
who wore an astonishing hat.
He found himself lost on vacation,
in an Australian outback location
and fell into a hole of a kangaroo-rat.
Chrissy Siggee 2020
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A Man Named Rob
A Man Called Rob
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.
Chrissy Siggee 2020
dVerse Poets Club
Open Link night
I’m posting this silly poem because I’m usually told my poems are too serious and would love some feedback.
Note: Dungog is a town in Australia.
A Bear named Dwight
There once was a bear named Dwight,
who raided beehives by day
and licked his paws by night.
He ate so much his teeth fell out,
now he can only suck trout.
Chrissy Siggee 2020
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Amish Wash Day
City Sanctuary
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Paddle Boats
A Man Called Bill
There was a young man called Bill,
who lived in a town near Broken Hill.
He often dreamed of buying a yacht,
and thought he would name it Hotshot.
Instead, he inherited a windmill.
Chrissy Siggee 2020
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