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There’s Nought to Fear
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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I Love my Roses
From buds to blooms
colours so bright
heady scents and soft perfumes.
In spite their thorns
the pain they inflict
I love my roses.

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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.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
© Chrissy Siggee
From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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Mush
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Pretty in Pink
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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
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.
© Chrissy Siggee
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Whispers in the Breeze
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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
We’ll dance tomorrow, this dance of life
Bad years are few—but 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 – it’s 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
First published © Chrissy Siggee – 2018
Dedicated to my husband of 42 years. Always the romantic. Always in love.
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Winter – for my northern hemisphere followers.
Happy New Year to you all!
Trees bare
Frosty breath—
No warmth
Lifeless—
A bowl of soup
Crusty bread—
Glowing fireplace
Lazy days—
© Chrissy Siggee
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In Memory of a Dear Friend
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Me and My Writing….
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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Rhythm of the Dawn
Rhythm of the rain gently declares its message,
Its gentleness soothes my soul;
Silent birds make known the impending cooler day—
I snuggle deep beneath the covers.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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Sunsets Gentle Hug
fading cries of restless birds
linger in the cooling air—
quietness rests like a gentle hug.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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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
© Chrissy Siggee – 2018
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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
© Chrissy Siggee – 2018
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Comfort is—
A moment of joy
and a note to sing—
or a tender kiss.
A whisper of peace
and a soothing voice
with a gentle hug.
A lasting hope
and a caring heart—
the softest touch.
An endless faith
and a treasured gift
that lasts forever.
© Chrissy Siggee 2017
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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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Summer is almost here.
Blue skies, gentle rains
Summer’s sun sweltering heat
Hot days – sticky nights.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2018
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Amish Wash Day
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Crazy
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