A Collection of Poems
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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The heavens are ablaze with orange embers
Splinters of steel-grey clouds pierce the radiance
Wisps of haze emerge like smoky smudges
Summer’s 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.
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Cool breezes whip at my hair
Gentle waves ripple over my toes
Seagulls take to the air
and sea mist tickles my nose.
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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.
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Lost
Tears roll down her sunken cheeks
Sorrow falls from all she seeks
Memories
Where have they gone?
Silent weeping, full of dread
Photos stand beside her bed
Treasures
No longer mean a thing.
Recollections of a lifetime friend
She cannot comprehend
Inquires
What was her name again?
Misplaced images, shapeless faces
Times past gone, she embraces
Snapshots
Within a puzzled mind—
Unsure of the man beside her lies
Sleep won’t come to heavy eyes
Confused
Why can’t she remember?
Dark hours bring loss and sadness
Barely surviving utter madness
Loneliness
Tortures a baffled mind.
Laughter echoes through the day
Someone brought a big bouquet
Mystified
Who was that nice young man?
Foreign words, vague identities
Now she speaks obscenities
Misunderstood
Unable to say things clear—
Caring physicians calm her protests
Guide her through painless tests
Frustration
Why can’t she tell the time?
Rejecting yet another embrace
To just become another face
Heartache
Mirrored in her children’s eyes.
© Chrissy Siggee
This poem is dedicated to those who suffer from Dementia,
Alzheimer’s and to those that have been forgotten.
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There once was a flea called Heather,
who really felt under the weather.
She went to see her pharmacist,
– known to most as a romanticist
and now they are living together.
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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.
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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.
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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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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
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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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