Sunday, August 31, 2008

Favorite things

A favorite movie
A favorite book
A favorite trip
That you once took

A favorite color
A favorite song
A favorite purse
To take along

A favorite city
A favorite car
A favorite show
And movie star

A favorite sport
A favorite meal
A favorite friend
Who doesn’t squeal

A favorite child
Never choose
Because their egos
You will bruise

By, Randee Saber 8/31/08

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

My parents in their Golden Years

When my parents married
They were very young
Dad was still in college
When he had a little son

The baby’s name was Dennis
A famous TV name
Dennis was the menace
And my brother’s claim to fame

They lived in Philadelphia
A row house they had bought
Now called condominiums
And spacious they are not

Wishing for a little girl
To complete their family
Their wish was to be granted
The second child was me

I can’t believe that to this day
People still ask me
Does Randee end in Y or I
And I will say “EE”

The year that I turned 9 years old
My grandparents lived near us
We moved to Margate City
And I put up a fuss

It wasn't long before we left
To go our separate ways
My parents moved to Florida
To soak up the sun’s rays

They also bought a summer home
It’s at the Jersey shore
So they can escape Florida's heat
Who could ask for anything more

Baseball, bridge and boating
Are things they do enjoy
Plus they like to volunteer
It gives them so much joy

They may have gotten older
But youthful they still are
Back and forth to Florida
My dad still drives his car

By, Randee Saber 4/23/06

Friday, August 22, 2008

Famous couples

Adam and Eve
Were the first to arrive
With the help of God
They would survive

In the Garden of Eden
They soon would eat
Forbidden fruit
Cause they wanted a treat

Although they were warned
They made a mistake
In the Garden of Eden
They'd no longer partake

Sampson was told
If he cut his hair
He’d lose his strength
So he should beware

Betrayed by Delilah
Who when she knew
She’d get lots of money
From Sampson's hairdo

After his haircut
Delilah would know
Sampson’s great strength
Within him would flow

Romeo, Juliet
Wherefore art thee
Away from their parents
They tried to flee

Star crossed lovers
Portrayed in this play
Not seeing each other
They couldn’t obey

Taking their lives
At the very end
This family feud
Would never mend

President Clinton
Could no longer hide
He had an affair
Which he denied

A pretty young intern
He hardly knew
What Monica said
Was really true

It hurt his career
For only a while
Fooling around
Is Bill's lifestyle


By, Randee Saber 8/22/08

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

A life cut short

A life cut short
So we can eat
Juicy steaks
We love our meat

Out in the fields
The cows will graze
A pleasant way
To spend their days

Eating all day
They need to get big
Feeding them grain
To eat like a pig

Innocent victims
They don’t even know
Off to be slaughtered
Soon they will go

We love eating beef
A porterhouse steak
Or hamburger patties
They’re easy to make

By, Randee Saber 8/20/08

Organ Donation

Organ donation
So one can survive
While somebody else
Is barely alive

Hearts and lungs
They desperately need
Donating your organs
Would be a good deed

A family’s decision
They’ll have to make
An accident chose
Their son to take

It's almost as if
They're shopping carts
For those who need
A lot of their parts

The donor’s heart
Continues to beat
The person who has it
His family she’ll meet

It can be your choice
To help someone ill
Organ donation
Should be in your will

By, Randee Saber 8/20/08

The backup band

The backup band
Gets no attention
Unless a singer
Happens to mention

The show won’t go on
Without a band
Alone on stage
Most singers don't stand

Millions of dollars
Singers can earn
All of their music
The band must learn

Those in the band
We won’t get to know
But they will be
A part of the show

The backup band
We know you exist
For recognition
You must persist

By, Randee Saber 8/22/08

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Rose Rose

Her party invitation
Was lying on my table
And on it was her name
Rose Rose is this a fable

Her parents never realized
When they had named her Rose
That one day she would marry
Mr. Rose and not oppose

After she got married
She never changed her name
A new first name she didn’t want
So different this became

When asked to give her full name
Rose Rose she will recite
People think she’s joking
This name cannot be right

Rose Rose a name to laugh at
But she is not ashamed
It’s just a funny circumstance
It’s just how she was named


By, Randee Saber 5/29/06

Friday, August 15, 2008

Have a ball


There are numerous games
To be played with a ball
Just kick it and throw it
Or hit off a wall

Balls that are different
Will keep us amused
If you’re playing tennis
New balls should be used

Baseballs and footballs
One’s round and one’s not
When playing each game
These balls must be caught

You can play with a ball
On a white sandy beach
Or in a deep pool
So your feet can’t reach

You can play on a field
You can play on a horse
You can play on a court
Or a fancy golf course

If you kick the ball hard
You might score a goal
If you’re using a putter
Tap the ball in the hole

You can slam dunk the ball
But you have to be tall
Being safe at home plate
Is the umpire's call

You must pick up your ball
At the start of a frame
Although it is heavy
You must try to aim

You can walk to your ball
But most like to ride
Parking their golf carts
Off to the side

Keep your eye on the ball
In the game that you choose
If you don’t pay attention
Then surely you’ll lose

By, Randee Saber 8/15/08

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

To each her own

You’ve wanted a baby
And you’ve been trying
A newborn baby
You want to hear crying

Fertility doctors
You’ve gone to many
But nothing has worked
It’s cost you plenty

Another procedure
Your doctor chose
Inside you now
Your baby grows

But only six months
You’ve had to wait
The baby arrived
Before the due date

A premature baby
Who fits in your hand
Intensive care
This baby will land

You don’t want a baby
You’re hardly ready
You’re only sixteen
And not going steady

You were ashamed
To tell your mom
That you got pregnant
After the prom

As weeks pass by
It’s almost too late
To get an abortion
Before the due date

A premature baby
They’re keeping alive
A fetus they didn’t
Allow to survive

By, Randee Saber 6/08

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Picnic table doggie

I’m going camping
I don’t have a choice
They don’t understand
My doggie voice

I’m happy at home
I sleep on their bed
I know when I’ll
Be walked and fed

When they go camping
They take me along
Because with them
They know I belong

The ride in their truck
Can make me sick
I always hope
We get there quick

When they arrive
At their RV site
Sometimes I don't
Act too polite

I won't be sitting
On dirt or concrete
The picnic table
Is my favorite seat


By, Randee Saber 6/08

Leisure time

A trip to the beach
A trip to the lake
A camping trip
We’re planning to take

A trip to Europe
A gambling trip
The Holy Land
We’ll have to skip

A two week vacation
Unless you’re retired
There’s so much to do
But don’t get tired

Leisure time
When not at war
Leisure time
If you’re not poor

By, Randee Saber 6/08

Friday, August 8, 2008

Limited spaces

Your office job
Has limited space
Inside a cube
Is your own place

Encircled by walls
Made to be low
Without a door
Or a window

Inside your cube
You’ll decorate
With photos taken
Of your mate

You’ll get to leave
While you eat lunch
And coffee breaks
Just take a bunch

Your tiny room
Is twelve by ten
It’s like your own
Adult playpen

This cubicle
Where you’re confined
Is causing you
To lose your mind

If you dislike
Your limited space
Somebody else
Will take your place

By, Randee Saber 8/8/08

Thursday, August 7, 2008

The Martyr

I’m sitting in
A prison cell
It’s damp, it’s dark
It must be hell

Another life
I did not take
But human rights
I did partake

I chose to march
In a parade
They said dissension
I displayed

I fought for a
Democracy
They didn’t want
To hear my plea

I’m here for life
It won’t be less
No matter if
I do confess

I’m locked away
And out of sight
But I escape
Most every night

That’s when I dream
About the years
When I was marching
With my peers

Remembering
My family
So far away
I hardly see

So I’m a martyr
Don’t forget
I never meant
To be a threat

By, Randee Saber 8/7/08