A Man called Rob

There once was a man called Rob,
who lived in the town of Dungog.
With daily doses of moonshine,
he couldnt 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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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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穢 Chrissy Siggee

From my book:   Glimpses of His Glory

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Fire in the Sky

The heavens are ablaze with orange embers
Splinters of steel-grey clouds pierce the radiance
Wisps of haze emerge like smoky smudges
Summers twilight heat affects the changing light
Fiery reflections shimmer against the fading hues
Like a fire in the sky, the sun melts into the horizon.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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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.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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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.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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Why?

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 winters 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.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

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Desperate Decisions

He gazed upward to the stars
counting sadness and his woes
Deep wrinkles creased his brow,
he stands alone and ponders life.

It took one selfish moment
for his wealth to slip away
Gambling is a fools game,
he wonders how he can regain.

Not one dollar he had left.
No income, no means to pay
His house and car are gone,
He contemplates to end his life.

His wife, his son he failed.
Nothing left to support them
Life is not worth living!
He stepped out into the traffic…

Horns blast
Tyres skid
Thud

He stares upward into lights
muffled voices all around
Deep wrinkles crossed his brow,
he marvels why hes still alive.

It took one thoughtful moment
Why would strangers save his life?
Two strong hands pulled him back,
he tried to rub a sore behind.

Sir, not one bone did you break.
You hit the grass not the truck
Theres two people you should thank
and give them the trust they deserve.

Wife and son approached his bed.
Why did you return? he asked
My debts wont go away!
He couldnt bear to hurt them more.

Tears flowed
Misery
Dread

He gazed upward into hope
given now a second chance
Deep wrinkles shaped his brow,
he reaches out and asks for help.

It took a year of meetings
learning how to take control
Took years to pay his debts;
he found a job and stuck with it.

Desperate decisions made
difficult times they endured
Early starts, long night shifts,
he finally forgave himself.

His wife and son stood by him,
nothing fancy they could own
Probably never will.
But what they have is worth far more.

True love
Forgiveness
Trust

穢 Chrissy Siggee 2019

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors 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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Riverside Peace (the poem)

Theres something about a river
that draws me to its side
Effortlessly advancing
toward a lake or sea.

With abundance of freshness
its 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.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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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 couldnt 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 shell 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.
Shell 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.

穢 Chrissy Siggee – 2019

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors 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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Sudden Storm

Birds Silent
Crickets pause
– just stillness

A distant rumble
drip, drip, drip,
Leaves dance puddles form

Refreshing, soaking
Splash, splash, splash,
Fading light gloomy

Dark clouds melt
Soft breeze stirs
– sounds return

穢 Chrissy Siggee – 2018

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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
Well dance tomorrow, this dance of life
Bad years are fewbut 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 – its 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

穢 Chrissy Siggee – 2018

Dedicated to my husband of 37 years. Always the romantic. Always in love.

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