A Collection of Poems
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
Poetry and Photography by Chrissy at Riverside Peace
Some things don’t feel right.
Unpleasant confrontations generate a mood of sadness.
Shivers torment already traumatised nerves,
like finger nails dragged across a blackboard.
Yet, there’s nought to fear.
Some things are not right.
Hostility clutches hold with naive dishonesties
and confusion creeps in with unsuspected lies.
Cold fingers of fear grip with malicious rumours.
Yet, there’s nought to fear.
Some things are never right.
Malice and corruption run amok in a violated world
with greed and self-absorption taking hold.
Unpredicted anguish and hearts full of darkness.
Yet, there’s nought to fear.
Some things can be made right.
Terrors of the night flee with the promise of the sunrise.
Integrity re-established to transform thoughts
to benefit the practise of honest, uncorrupted lives.
Yes, there’s nought to fear.
© Chrissy Siggee -2019
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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
A little cry drifts down the hall
announcing Jane’s awake—
Breakfast dishes partly done,
Just a small sacrifice to make.
‘Share’ she says, stepping over twins and blocks.
The washing machine begins to shake
And little Amy’s has a fall—
Two more loads will do today,
A bigger machine, I really need.
‘There now’ she soothes, stroking Amy’s locks.
Tim and Robbie are almost five.
Will their fighting ever end?
At least next year they’ll go to school,
to miss them she could not pretend.
‘Coming,’ she sighs, picking up a pair of socks.
The telephone rings in her room
She grabs it as she passes by—
Judy’s baby isn’t sleeping,
She’s so tied she wants to cry.
‘It’s ok’ she smiles, ‘I can mind your little Enoch.’
Amy wants to change her clothes
and play out in the rain.
‘Not right now my little one,
It’s time to feed our baby Jane.’
‘Mummy’s here’ she s smiles, giving Jane a gentle rock.
Jane is finally fed and bathed,
and it’s only half past eight!
Little Amy’s far too quiet…
last week she escaped through the gate!
I need to remind Tom to fix that lock.
Now there’s someone at the door,
Tim and Robbie run down the hall—
Oh dear, Robbie’s lost another shoe,
He lost the last pair at the mall.
‘Come on,’ she calls, ‘let’s answer that knock.’
Enoch really has a lot of zest,
being quite the noisy guest—
He’s into this and into that,
She hopes poor Judy gets some rest.
‘Lunch time’ she announces, glancing at the clock.
Macaroni is a lunchtime favorite,
Followed by cup of juice…
Looks like more dishes will have to wait,
Where does her morning go?
‘Wash you face,’ she laughs. ‘You gave me quite a shock.’
Enoch forgot to bring his bedtime toy,
It took a while to calm him down—
The twins woke up tired and cranky,
Oh dear, Amy’s made her wall all … brown.
Peek-a-boo!’ She surprises little Amy wearing Mummy’s frock.
Chaos reigns in an afternoon frenzy,
Toys and books spread everywhere—
Judy looks a whole lot better,
She even found the time to brush her hair.
‘Daddy will be home soon boys, so put away your blocks.’
A little cry drifts down the hall,
Announcing Jane’s awake…
Perhaps Tom will order pizza for tea.
Sigh…she never did get time to bake his birthday cake.
© Chrissy Siggee
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