tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142329254365467572012-02-16T17:32:32.778-08:00Artistry in Poetry...I don't have a pallet that artists' use, a 3-ring binder is what I choose. No colors on canvass but words I will write, with pen and paper both day and night. No flowers in vases or portraits to see, my website's a painting displayed by me. A beautiful landscape an artist will find, the poems I've written will challenge your mind.Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comBlogger5421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-44370408709992872262012-02-02T18:25:00.000-08:002012-02-03T16:19:14.288-08:00<div>On December 17, 1903</div><div>A little home built plane</div><div>Invented by the Wright Brothers</div><div>It did more than entertain</div><div><br /></div><div>In the state of North Carolina</div><div>This first airplane was flown</div><div>At a town called Kitty Hawk</div><div>It soon became well known</div><div><br /></div><div>Back then they couldn't envision</div><div>We would have jumbo jets</div><div>With built in movie screens</div><div>We can even bring our pets</div><div><br /></div><div>Twenty four years later</div><div>Was Charles Lindburgh's flight</div><div>The first to cross the Atlantic</div><div>His landing was an awesome sight</div><div><br /></div><div>Along came Amelia Earhardt</div><div>Two oceans she had crossed</div><div>Until that fateful day</div><div>When Emilia's plane was lost</div><div><br /></div><div>In the Air Force as a pilot</div><div>Chuck Yeager flew so fast</div><div>Breaking the sound barrier</div><div>This speed was unsurpassed</div><div><br /></div><div>Airplanes carrying weapons</div><div>Far back as World War One</div><div>It was built for transportation</div><div>To fight wars it needed a gun</div><div><br /></div><div>Airplanes that got hijacked</div><div>Waited on the ground</div><div>Those jets flown into buildings</div><div>Would become a burial mound</div><div><br /></div><div>By, Randee Saber 1/4/2012</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4437040870999287226?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-48811732572102154502011-12-25T14:44:00.000-08:002011-12-30T22:20:35.269-08:00One day I had heard<div>About a little guy</div><div>He had gotten real sick</div><div>But no one knows why</div><div><br /></div><div>His mother keeps writing</div><div>Letting us know</div><div>Her son will get better</div><div>Though it would be slow</div><div><br /></div><div>This two year old boy</div><div>Can not comprehend</div><div>The needles and tubes</div><div>Will help him mend</div><div><br /></div><div>He's never alone</div><div>His mom's always there</div><div>He's poked and prodded</div><div>It doesn't seem fair</div><div><br /></div><div>Into his small body</div><div>The chemo flowed</div><div>The very first session</div><div>Along a long road</div><div><br /></div><div>Riding his bike</div><div>On the hospital floor</div><div>He isn't aware</div><div>Of what he'll endure</div><div><br /></div><div>More chemo he needs</div><div>At home he can't stay</div><div>But he will be home</div><div>On Christmas Day</div><div><br /></div><div>Carter Dang</div><div>You're a tough little guy</div><div>With a family who loves you</div><div>They won't let you die</div><div><br /></div><div>By, Randee Saber 12/11/2011</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4881173257210215450?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-65785622813692118452011-11-24T13:19:00.000-08:002011-12-01T07:13:26.982-08:00The churches today<div>Can house many people</div><div>Though you won't find</div><div>A spire or a steeple</div><div><br /></div><div>A Houston church</div><div>Once was a stadium</div><div>Their pastor is famous</div><div>And thousands will come</div><div><br /></div><div>In modern churches</div><div>No church bells will chime</div><div>There is no bell tower</div><div>For someone to climb</div><div><br /></div><div>No stained glass windows</div><div>The alters are plain</div><div>But those who come</div><div>Don't seem to complain</div><div><br /></div><div>Those grand catherdrals</div><div>That they use to build</div><div>If you get to see them</div><div>I'm sure you'll be thrilled</div><div><br /></div><div>By, Randee Saber 11/24/2011</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-6578562281369211845?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-63193517258330141822011-11-23T11:30:00.000-08:002011-11-23T20:31:09.157-08:00You're secret's not safe<div>You will get caught</div><div>When you beat your wife</div><div>And you say it's her fault</div><div><br /></div><div>If you're rich and famous</div><div>And you sleep around</div><div>When you get caught</div><div>It could bring you down</div><div><br /></div><div>It may take a long time</div><div>Finding out you did wrong</div><div>Fondling those boys</div><div>Who you told, "come along"</div><div><br /></div><div>And funds you embezzled</div><div>It was you they trusted</div><div>Their money you took</div><div>Everyone was disgusted</div><div><br /></div><div>If you view porno sites</div><div>If you pose in the nude</div><div>Your political term</div><div>May not be renewed</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't rob any banks</div><div>And never molest</div><div>Otherwise you will hear</div><div>"you're under arrest"</div><div><br /></div><div>By, Randee Saber 11/23/2011</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-6319351725833014182?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-21057043361488807602011-10-24T18:16:00.000-07:002011-10-26T13:58:57.463-07:00<div>On the boardwalk</div><div>When I took a stroll</div><div>Soon I'd get near</div><div>Taylor Pork Roll</div><div><br /></div><div>As I approached</div><div>This pork roll place</div><div>Hunger raged</div><div>Upon my face</div><div><br /></div><div>One slice of pork roll</div><div>Was what I'd eat</div><div>At 60 cents</div><div>It was quite a treat</div><div><br /></div><div>Pork roll slices</div><div>Grilled in a line</div><div>It didn't take long</div><div>Before I'd get mine</div><div><br /></div><div>Perfectly cooked</div><div>And put on a bun</div><div>I'd eat with catsup</div><div>Until I was done</div><div><br /></div><div>Evelyn Greenwood</div><div>You sure made my day</div><div>For the Taylor Pork Roll</div><div>You sent my way</div><div><br /></div><div>By, Randee Saber 10/13/11</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-2105704336148880760?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-38091983614368805102011-10-24T18:13:00.000-07:002011-10-24T18:16:36.420-07:00Karaoke singers<div>Don't appeal to me</div><div>Are they wanna bees</div><div>Singing songs for free</div><div><br /></div><div>Some sing very good</div><div>Others are real bad</div><div>Countless songs are sung</div><div>When they're done I'm glad</div><div><br /></div><div>Karaoke singers</div><div>They like what they do</div><div>Singing famous songs</div><div>And entertaining you</div><div><br /></div><div>By, Randee Saber 10/16/2011</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-3809198361436880510?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-25065219956733838482011-10-06T15:43:00.000-07:002011-10-06T15:51:50.467-07:00The fish were nipping<div>At my bare feet</div><div>While in their tank</div><div>My feet were a treat</div><div><br /></div><div>Tiny fish swimming</div><div>Swarming to eat</div><div>Surrounding my toes</div><div>And the soles of my feet</div><div><br /></div><div>On Mykenos Island</div><div>My feet fed the fish</div><div>Unlike having fish</div><div>Placed on my dish</div><div><br /></div><div>For fifteen euros</div><div>My feet became prey</div><div>To try something new</div><div>I'd eagerly pay</div><div><br /></div><div>By, Randee Saber 9/10/11</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-2506521995673383848?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-42604730337034020782011-09-23T05:52:00.000-07:002011-09-23T06:04:05.685-07:00Three desserts<div>Are on my plate</div><div>I'll eat them all</div><div>Aware of my fate</div><div><br /></div><div>Three little pieces</div><div>Of cake and pie</div><div>I'll take for dessert</div><div>I must tell you why</div><div><br /></div><div>I cannot resist</div><div>So many choices</div><div>Take me, take me</div><div>I hear their voices</div><div><br /></div><div>I've already paid</div><div>For this buffet</div><div>So three desserts</div><div>Will be on my tray</div><div><br /></div><div>The walking I do</div><div>Will not justify</div><div>That chocolate cake</div><div>That piece of pie</div><div><br /></div><div>I won't even think</div><div>About gaining weight</div><div>On this cruise I'll put</div><div>Three desserts on my plate</div><div><br /></div><div>By, Randee Saber 9/11/2011</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4260473033703402078?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-78500826369862442192011-08-30T12:37:00.000-07:002011-08-30T13:18:29.704-07:00I'm going on vacation<div>To unfamiliar places</div><div>And thousands that I'll see</div><div>Are unfamiliar faces</div><div> <br /></div><div>My suitcase is all packed</div><div>Just one the airlines say</div><div>And if it's overweight</div><div>More money I will pay</div><div> <br /></div><div>I have anxiety</div><div>I'm going far away</div><div>The sights I want to see</div><div>At home I cannot stay</div><div> <br /></div><div>My husband wants to go</div><div>He's really so excited</div><div>As soon as we arrive</div><div>I'm sure I'll be delighted</div><div> <br /></div><div>A European cruise</div><div>How foolish to complain</div><div>The worst part of the trip</div><div>Is being on a plane</div><div> <br /></div><div>By, Randee Saber 8/30/11</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7850082636986244219?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-14995817247060791232011-08-17T20:03:00.000-07:002011-08-17T20:15:54.369-07:00Rap, jazz<div>Rhythm and blues</div><div>Elevator music</div><div>Makes you snooze</div><div> <br /></div><div>Country Western</div><div>Rock and roll</div><div>Listen to music</div><div>While taking a stroll</div><div> <br /></div><div>Famous singers</div><div>Over the years</div><div>The Beatles and Elvis</div><div>Brought girls to tears</div><div> <br /></div><div>Always new singers</div><div>Their music we'll play</div><div>Your favorite songs</div><div>Will brighten your day</div><div> <br /></div><div>By, Randee Saber 8/18/11</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-1499581724706079123?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-35455299764357848282011-08-02T11:04:00.000-07:002012-01-05T20:04:21.403-08:00I hate to exercise<div>I'm physically unfit</div><div>I hardly take a walk </div><div>Because I'd rather sit</div><div><br /></div><div>To climb a flight of stairs</div><div>I'll seek the elevator</div><div>And if you choose to climb</div><div>See you later alligator</div><div><br /></div><div>I never walk too far</div><div>When in a parking lot</div><div>I've often had to wait</div><div>For a good parking spot</div><div><br /></div><div>The treadmill is a bore</div><div>You're always in one place</div><div>I have to hold on tight</div><div>While walking a slow pace</div><div><br /></div><div>The stationary bike</div><div>It's not too fun to ride</div><div>I have a bicycle</div><div>That I should ride outside</div><div><br /></div><div>I exercise in water</div><div>The workout's really great</div><div>The class is one long hour</div><div>I make sure I'm not late</div><div><br /></div><div>The calories I burn</div><div>I'm hoping they're enough</div><div>Swim class makes me hungry</div><div>I will eat too much stuff</div><div><br /></div><div>By, Randee Saber 8/2/11 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-3545529976435784828?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-56616916897487668872011-07-23T11:43:00.000-07:002011-07-23T11:46:57.826-07:00Your favorite movie<div>Your favorite song</div><div>Your favorite friend</div><div>Who tags along</div><div><br /></div><div>Your favorite color</div><div>Your favorite team</div><div>Your favorite pie</div><div>Topped with ice cream</div><div><br /></div><div>Your favorite restaurant</div><div>Your favorite perfume</div><div>Your favorite chair</div><div>In your living room</div><div><br /></div><div>Your favorite number</div><div>It may be thirteen</div><div>Your favorite soap</div><div>To get you clean</div><div><br /></div><div>By, Randee Saber 7/21/11</div><div 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for tea</p><p class="MsoNormal">Two to tango</p><p class="MsoNormal">You and me</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Two hands they say</p><p class="MsoNormal">Are better than one</p><p class="MsoNormal">A table for two</p><p class="MsoNormal">A pair has more fun</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Two eyes, two ears</p><p class="MsoNormal">One mouth, one nose</p><p class="MsoNormal">Two arms and legs</p><p class="MsoNormal">Ten fingers and toes</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Two sides to a story</p><p class="MsoNormal">That's very true</p><p class="MsoNormal">A set of twins</p><p class="MsoNormal">An now they're through</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">By, Randee Saber 5/29/11</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-191670717233926730?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-21348743512740530352011-05-02T16:32:00.000-07:002011-05-05T18:28:10.813-07:00There was a special broadcast<br />Osama bin Laden was dead<br />This news was quite a shock<br />Osama was shot in the head<br /><br />On Sept. 11th his followers<br />Waged war on the U.S.A..<br />Two jets flew into the Towers<br />On a pleasant 2001 day<br /><br />The worst attack by terrorists<br />For a cause they willingly died<br />Bisecting two great towers<br />With thousands of people inside<br /><br />Both towers fell and crumbled<br />While the Pentagon was hit<br />And passengers on flight 93<br />Fought back and wouldn’t submit<br /><br />Though almost ten years later<br />Osama bin Laden was killed<br />A covert operation planned<br />Their mission was fulfilled<br /><br />It might take quite a while<br />To capture our enemies<br />But we will show the world<br />They can’t do what they please<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 1/2/11<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-2134874351274053035?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-1775458148254881392011-04-02T07:32:00.000-07:002011-04-02T14:52:18.240-07:00I’m here in cyberspace<div>You cannot see my face </div><div>Your bank account I'll trace </div><div>Because it won’t erase </div><div>It’s in a big briefcase </div><div>Your house, I know the place </div><div>I even know your race </div><div>Your emails I will trace </div><div>At home or your workplace </div><div>Your privacy I’ll chase </div><div>And problems that you face </div><div>I’ll track you everyplace </div><div>You’re in my database </div><div>I live in Cyberspace</div><div>I brought my new suitcase </div><div>Out here is my home base </div><div>By, Randee Saber 8/4/07</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-177545814825488139?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-62884629618115907052011-03-13T14:10:00.001-07:002011-03-13T14:10:48.663-07:00Your life can change<br />When you least expect<br />Because our lives<br />Are not perfect<br /><br />A spouse gets sick<br />A sudden death<br />She says good-bye<br />With her last breath<br /><br />They had a good life<br />And didn’t know why<br />He seemed so healthy<br />So why did he die<br /><br />Who will die first<br />Who will die last<br />Who will suffer<br />Who will die fast<br /><br />We can’t predict<br />We’ll never know<br />When it’s our turn<br />When we have to go<br /><br />But those who survive<br />Their lives will change<br />And living alone<br />Will now seem strange<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 10/2/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-6288462961811590705?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-46672391012544620332011-02-06T07:55:00.000-08:002011-04-02T14:55:51.191-07:00Make a donation <div>To those without food </div><div>They live far away </div><div>With their large brood </div><div><br /></div><div>For a dollar a day </div><div>A child can be saved </div><div>Where they play in the dirt </div><div>And streets aren’t paved </div><div><br /></div><div>Preventing starvation </div><div>Has made you aware </div><div>When you make a donation </div><div>It shows that you care </div><div><br /></div><div>But if you’re trying </div><div>To make ends meet </div><div>Who will help you </div><div>When you’re without heat </div><div><br /></div><div>No foreign donations </div><div>Will come your way </div><div>You can not survive </div><div>Without any pay </div><div><br /></div><div>No advertisements </div><div>Explaining your plight </div><div>Your job went to China </div><div>That’s really not right </div><div><br /></div><div>It’s nice to be helpful </div><div>To those who are poor </div><div>But in our own country </div><div>Why do they ignore </div><div><br /></div><div>By, Randee Saber 2/5/11</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4667239101254462033?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-71067060557156542222011-02-03T10:31:00.000-08:002011-02-03T10:36:57.433-08:00Hamburger patties<br />Are easy to make<br />They don’t cost much<br />This chopped up steak<br /><br />Eat them rare<br />Or eat them well done<br />And put them on<br />A nice fresh bun<br /><br />Fast food restaurants<br />Will make burgers quick<br />And you can decide<br />Which burger to pick<br /><br />They’re easy to eat<br />When you’re in a hurry<br />But are they healthy<br />Many will worry<br /><br />Hamburger restaurants<br />They all specialize<br />Add what you want<br />Eat them with fries<br /><br />You may pay a lot<br />For a hamburger meal<br />At a fast food place<br />Get a meal deal<br /><br />We love eating burgers<br />Billions are sold<br />To eat when we’re young<br />To eat when we’re old<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 2/3/11<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7106706055715654222?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-74320846196764177952011-02-01T19:14:00.001-08:002011-02-02T17:01:14.856-08:00Snow White was a beauty<br />Seven dwarfs she’d befriend<br />When kissed by a Prince <br />Her sleeping spell would end<br /><br />Cinderella's fairy mother<br />Helped her get to the ball<br />When a Prince found her shoe<br />He amazed them all<br /><br />Sleeping Beauty fell asleep<br />While at the spinning wheel<br />When kissed by a Prince<br />This spell he’d repeal<br /><br />If a real Prince charming<br />You may happen to meet<br />When he gives you a kiss<br />You'll be swept off your feet<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 2/1/11<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7432084619676417795?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-33733104976174035262011-01-22T14:53:00.000-08:002011-01-22T14:58:25.863-08:00When you call us guys<br />I will take offense<br />I say, "we're ladies"<br />That's my defense<br /><br />You can call us girls<br />You may even say gals<br />But we're not guys<br />We're not your pals<br /><br />We don't call men gals<br />We won't even try<br />If we called them gals<br />We might get a black eye<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 1/22/11<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-3373310497617403526?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-71674829355620836452011-01-21T08:50:00.000-08:002011-01-21T09:32:35.857-08:00You have a lot of hair<br />It's thick and very straight<br />It's easy to take care of<br />Your date will never wait<br /><br />Your hair's a pretty color<br />It's very bright and red<br />No matter how it's styled<br />It looks good on your head<br /><br />You're a platinum blonde<br />And men will often stare<br />Blondes do have more fun<br />Since you bleached your hair<br /><br />Your curly, frizzy hair<br />It's as black as night<br />It costs so much to style<br />To make it look alright<br /><br />Your hair has now turned gray<br />It must have been your fate<br />It really doesn't matter<br />It still makes you look great<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 6/2/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7167482935562083645?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-56066025469377689832011-01-16T16:26:00.000-08:002011-10-24T18:13:35.082-07:00I won’t peel potatoes<br />It’s too hard to do<br />And ironing clothes<br />I’m through with that too<br /><br />I won't bake cookies<br />Cupcakes or pies<br />I'm not Betty Crocker<br />I won't win a prize<br /><br />I won’t wash my car<br />While I’m outside<br />Cause inside a carwash<br />My car will ride<br /><br />I won’t answer the phone<br />Unless I can see<br />On caller I.D.<br />If the call is for me<br /><br />I won’t send a thank you<br />That I have to write<br />I’ll type you an email<br />Is that impolite<br /><br />I won’t give up shopping<br />For clothing and shoes<br />And eating chocolate<br />I'll never refuse<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 1/16/11<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-5606602546937768983?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-44232621072186173172011-01-14T07:29:00.001-08:002011-01-14T07:31:39.842-08:00Underneath your uniform<br />Most would never know<br />You’re a real good athlete<br />A football you will throw<br /><br />Underneath their uniforms<br />Arms covered with tattoos<br />To fight our country’s battles<br />These heroes won’t refuse<br /><br />Policemen in their uniforms<br />Be sure to be polite<br />Even when in plain clothes<br />They'll still break up a fight<br /><br />A bridal gown’s a uniform<br />They mostly look the same<br />A strapless gown that’s white<br />She’ll change her maiden name<br /><br />People who wear uniforms<br />It shows us what they do<br />Pilots, nurses, postmen<br />Plus the clean-up crew<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 1/12/11<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4423262107218617317?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-47419298392013623722010-12-27T17:04:00.000-08:002010-12-28T11:59:22.301-08:00You knew the dates<br />Of important occasions<br />Birthdays, anniversaries<br />And graduations<br /><br />Reciting the words<br />Of prayers you knew<br />Knowing the names<br />Of the plants you grew<br /><br />Walking the streets<br />Alone late at night<br />Policemen would say<br />You weren’t acting right<br /><br />I felt it was best<br />Though you were upset<br />In this nursing home<br />Good care you'd get<br /><br />After numerous visits<br />My name you forgot<br />I tried not to act<br />Too distraught<br /><br />Now sitting in silence<br />Not knowing what day<br />The words you knew<br />You can no longer say<br /><br />I remember the love<br />I’ve always been shown<br />When I was real young<br />And now on my own<br /><br />My loving mother<br />I sometimes will see<br />By the look in your eyes<br />That you recognize me<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 12/27/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4741929839201362372?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-66223640320405521472010-12-12T09:01:00.000-08:002010-12-16T11:41:29.930-08:00If your dog could talk<br />What would he say<br />How are you feeling<br />Did you have a nice day<br /><br />If your dog could talk<br />What would she say<br />If you give me a treat<br />I'll sit and stay<br /><br />If your dog could talk<br />What would he say<br />I need to be groomed<br />Please wash me today<br /><br />If your dog could talk<br />What would she say<br />Take me for a walk<br />At least once a day<br /><br />If your dog could talk<br />What would he say<br />I don't like the cat<br />Let's give it away<br /><br />If your dog could talk<br />What would she say<br />I'll always be loyal<br />I'll try to obey<br /><br />If your dog could talk<br />What would he say<br />Give me attention<br />I'm eager to play<br /><br />If your dog could talk<br />What would she say<br />I miss you so much<br />When you go away<br /><br />If your dog could talk<br />What would he say<br />I'll guard your home<br />Both night and day<br /><br />If dogs could talk<br />What might they say<br />Will they tattle on you<br />When your spouse is away<br /><br />, Randee Sber 12/10/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-6622364032040552147?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-81880496705782781842010-12-12T08:05:00.000-08:002010-12-18T07:10:07.244-08:00Ginger Rogers<br />And Fred Astaire<br />A very famous<br />Dancing pair<br /><br />In musical films<br />They were admired<br />To dance like them<br />Was much desired<br /><br />Mr. Bojangles<br />With worn out shoes<br />Danced in the street<br />He chose to amuse<br /><br />Ballroom dancing<br />Come waltz with me<br />Waltzing Matilda<br />How happy I’ll be<br /><br />The Cha-Cha, the Twist<br />The Texas 2-step<br />Break-dancers need<br />Plenty of pep<br /><br />A prima ballerina<br />A New York Rockette<br />They did achieve<br />With practice and sweat<br /><br />Kick up your heels<br />It's time to dance<br />Don't say no<br />Just give it a chance<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 12/11/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-8188049670578278184?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-84838804203726723112010-12-02T16:50:00.000-08:002010-12-12T09:23:26.378-08:00I’m such a good person<br />Who’s careful to select<br />The friends I want to have<br />The others I’ll reject<br /><br />I’m such a good person<br />Demure and very sweet<br />Complimenting everyone<br />So they will kiss my feet<br /><br />I’m such a good person<br />I always wear a smile<br />I'll let you be my friend<br />But only for a while<br /><br />I’m such a good person<br />But sometimes I deceive<br />Saying I’m not feeling well<br />My reason you’ll believe<br /><br />I’m such a good person<br />That’s how I do appear<br />I hope I'm not disliked<br />That is my biggest fear<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 12/2/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-8483880420372672311?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-59441519067747471872010-11-29T07:43:00.000-08:002010-11-30T16:50:34.648-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPPKtHBEp7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/SUeWF4Qrp-A/s1600/I%2527d%2Blike%2Bto%2Bgo%2Bplaces"><img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544998442549684146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPPKtHBEp7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/SUeWF4Qrp-A/s320/I%2527d%2Blike%2Bto%2Bgo%2Bplaces" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>I’d like to go to Paris<br />To see the Eifel tower<br />Delectable French pastries<br />I'm sure I would devour<br /><br />I’d like to go to London<br />The Queen I’d like to meet<br />The changing of the guard<br />Their fish and chips I'd eat<br /><br />I’d like to go to Rome<br />And tour the coliseum<br />Revisit ancient times<br />This city’s a museum<br /><br />In Venice will you join me<br />For a gondola ride<br />It will be so romantic<br />With you right by my side<br /><br />I’d like to see Jerusalem<br />And place a little letter<br />Inside the Wailing Wall<br />Praying all can live together<br /><br />Some countries I have seen<br />But they are imitations<br />In Epcot and Las Vegas<br />When going on vacations<br /><br />You needn't go too far<br />There’s still a lot to see<br />By car or motor home<br />Right here in our country<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 5/28/06</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-5944151906774747187?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-63140027376950954152010-11-26T11:08:00.001-08:002010-11-26T19:35:57.942-08:00The cost of living<br />Will always rise<br />When more money<br />Our dollar buys<br /><br />An increase in years<br />To finance your car<br />You might pay if off<br />When driven too far<br /><br />The price of houses<br />Are out of sight<br />Perhaps a roommate<br />You'll need to invite<br /><br />Bottled water<br />You need to drink<br />A price to pay<br />If not using the sink<br /><br />Utility bills<br />When hot or cold<br />Much less savings<br />You have to withhold<br /><br />Health insurance<br />You certainly need<br />Your monthly budget<br />This cost may exceed<br /><br />Your income tax<br />May likely increase<br />Unless your job<br />Happens to cease<br /><br />Credit cards<br />Will keep you afloat<br />The promise for change<br />The people did vote<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 11/27/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-6314002737695095415?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-78348333163729607172010-11-25T11:26:00.001-08:002011-02-03T10:43:58.765-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWbZAJBNQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/V3RiikN1sTo/s1600/Hot%2Bdogs%2Band%2Bhigh%2Brises"><img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545509370013496578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWbZAJBNQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/V3RiikN1sTo/s320/Hot%2Bdogs%2Band%2Bhigh%2Brises" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Hot dog carts<br />Next to a high-rise<br />Serving you hot dogs<br />They don’t serve fries<br /><br />Eating a hot dog<br />While on the run<br />A great tasting hot dog<br />Served on a bun<br /><br />But why would you want<br />To eat on the street<br />Instead of a restaurant<br />While resting your feet<br /><br />Those who are hungry<br />And want a quick meal<br />Hot dog carts<br />Are simply ideal<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 11/25/10</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7834833316372960717?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-85481772636983955922010-11-22T21:14:00.000-08:002010-11-23T06:13:41.584-08:00Who said I should be<br />Politically correct<br />Don’t voice an opinion<br />About any subject<br /><br />Must I walk around<br />With a smiling face<br />And watch what I say<br />When I go everyplace<br /><br />Talk show hosts<br />Will share their views<br />And they don’t consider<br />Whose feeling they bruise<br /><br />Racial profiling<br />Some say isn’t fair<br />If cloaked in all black<br />With a veil on her hair<br /><br />The times have changed<br />We’re more concerned<br />Not knowing enough<br />Was a lesson we learned<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 7/5/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-8548177263698395592?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-80361840680075844152010-11-09T17:00:00.000-08:002010-11-28T10:38:38.451-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPKhpdR1NHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S7UPZkKvAcE/s1600/The%2Bend%2Bof%2Bchocolate.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544671824852628594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPKhpdR1NHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S7UPZkKvAcE/s320/The%2Bend%2Bof%2Bchocolate.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Much less chocolate<br />They now predict<br />The future is bleak<br />For a chocolate addict<br /><br />Near the equator<br />This special tree grows<br />Yielding its crop<br />Then away it goes<br /><br />It’s hard to imagine<br />No chocolate to eat<br />Without a dessert<br />No meal is complete<br /><br />It raises endorphins<br />This comfort food sweet<br />You won’t feel as good<br />When you’re eating meat<br /><br />In the next twenty years<br />When it costs a lot more<br />You’ll find candy bars<br />Locked up in the store<br /><br />At least there’s vanilla<br />Cake and ice cream<br />And eating chocolate<br />Will just be a dream<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 11/9/10<br /><br />The Cocoa Research Association produced the <a href="http://www.popsci.com/science/article/2010-11/future-chocolate-will-be-rare-delicacy-analysts-say" target="new">latest round of data</a>, but big players like Hershey and Mars have already sequenced the cocoa genome to hunt for ways to create more resilient, higher-yielding trees.<br />Cocoa can only be grown close to the equator, mostly in West Africa, and farmers there <a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/food-and-drink/features/chocolate-worth-its-weight-in-gold-2127874.html" target="new">lack incentives</a> to replant the trees as they die. Cocoa trees take three years to mature. Small-scale producers of the delicious stuff earn just 80 cents a day selling to the mega-corporations that control the market.<br />Combine that with ever-more gluttonous choco-habits and you've got a shortage. Indeed, the price of chocolate has doubled in the last six years.<br />Says John Mason, founder of the Ghana-based Nature Conservation Research Council: "In 20 years chocolate will be like caviar. It will become so rare and so expensive that the average Joe just won't be able to afford it."<br />Glenn Beck be damned: Don't buy gold bars; buy chocolate.<br /><a name="readmore"></a>Posted By: <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/green/author?auth=264">Cameron Scott</a> (<a href="mailto:green@sfgate.com">Email</a>, <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/twitter/topics/contributor?q=thingreenline">Twitter</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/SFGreen/65448602568">Facebook</a>) November 09 2010 at 10:47 AM</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-8036184068007584415?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-64211644646470811502010-11-09T11:25:00.000-08:002010-11-30T06:11:40.001-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPUGFbduaQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NyE2RQ5FbCY/s1600/glasses"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545345206518180098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPUGFbduaQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NyE2RQ5FbCY/s320/glasses" /></a><br /><div>Why won’t you wear glasses<br />They compliment your face<br />If contact lenses you prefer<br />They’re easy to misplace<br /><br />Why won’t you wear glasses<br />You’d rather fix your eyes<br />Using Lasik surgery<br />I think that is unwise<br /><br />You may need reading glasses<br />When reaching middle age<br />And if you do forget them<br />You can not read a page<br /><br />Sarah Palin’s glasses<br />The VP Candidate<br />Good taste she has in fashion<br />That's what her glasses state<br /><br />Why won't you wear glasses<br />Be thankful for your sight<br />It's no good to be too vain<br />Eyeglasses are alright<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 11/9/10</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-6421164464647081150?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-92141545046603760662010-11-06T09:14:00.000-07:002010-11-08T19:21:24.808-08:00One day I tried to end my life<br />And almost did succeed<br />I told my spouse I overdosed<br />"Please help me, " I would plead<br /><br />With no more purpose to my life<br />And nothing left to do<br />My life is not much better now<br />That's just my point of view<br /><br />It wasn't meant for me to die<br />The paramedics cared<br />From that day not too long ago<br />When dying got me scared<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 4/18/06<br /><br />From March, 2004 (after turning 50) to early 2006, severe depression caused me to no longer function. I was in and out of mental hospitals 4 times in 2 years. This poem reflects how I felt the year following my first hospitalization for attempted suicide. During this time, my husband hired companions to keep me company and help around the house and it was very expensive. He did it because he didn’t want to find me dead when he got home from work. My children were upset and disappointed in me. It took a long time until I found a great psychiatric nurse who has a lot of compassion. Poetry has saved my life. Be careful what you say to people, you never know what they’ve gone through.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-9214154504660376066?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-10743044696835257632010-11-02T17:02:00.000-07:002010-11-02T17:12:31.157-07:00Republican or Democratic<br />You're given this choice<br />When casting your vote<br />This gives you a voice<br /><br />Their campaign ads<br />Are constantly seen<br />Before an election<br />Some ads are mean<br /><br />Candidates claiming<br />They are the best<br />Saying to voters<br />"Put me to the test"<br /><br />Donkeys or elephants<br />Each party's mascot<br />On campaign posters<br />You'll see them a lot<br /><br />No dictator rules us<br />We're free to choose<br />But the person you want<br />May happen to lose<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 11/2/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-1074304469683525763?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-29346439257821850612010-10-29T16:47:00.000-07:002010-11-28T10:32:26.127-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPKgLhfHYpI/AAAAAAAAABk/SnMVmPQsn44/s1600/Stand%2Bon%2Byour%2Bown%2B2%2Bfeet"><img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544670211074384530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPKgLhfHYpI/AAAAAAAAABk/SnMVmPQsn44/s320/Stand%2Bon%2Byour%2Bown%2B2%2Bfeet" /></a><br /><div>You need to stand<br />On your own two feet<br />When you need help<br />This I’ll repeat<br /><br />People might help<br />For just a while<br />They might stop by<br />And make you smile<br /><br />Their interest in you<br />Will not always last<br />Soon you’ll feel<br />Just like an outcast<br /><br />If you sit and sulk<br />And not get around<br />It will make it worse<br />It will keep you down<br /><br />You need to stand<br />On your own two feet<br />This illness you have<br />You need to beat<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 7/2/06</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-2934643925782185061?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-38909479295746360022010-10-24T16:49:00.000-07:002010-10-26T08:11:28.531-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TMbvhIm8vFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OoCjqniERJg/s1600/DSCN0977.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532372544796802130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TMbvhIm8vFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OoCjqniERJg/s400/DSCN0977.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><div>One balmy afternoon<br />I decided to take a stroll<br />Aboard the Emerald Princess<br />Front to aft was my goal<br /><br />While on the starboard side<br />It never occurred to me<br />This picture I had taken<br />Was a photo opportunity<br /><br />Whenever I'd go on shore<br />I always turned around<br />To see this awesome ship<br />The best one I have found<br /><br />Poem by, Randee Saber 10/23/10<br />Photo by, Alan Saber 10/6/10<br /><br />Emerald Princess Captain's Circle Photo Contest<br />Photo taken with St. Thomas in the foreground on Oct. 6th, 2010</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-3890947929574636002?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-70892427183870622852010-10-22T08:21:00.000-07:002011-02-18T13:03:00.347-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zu7thOXGdz4/TM4EGefQ8vI/AAAAAAAAFKw/ZPUbd35j7I4/s1600/eyeofgod.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 15px; HEIGHT: 22px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534365501394842354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zu7thOXGdz4/TM4EGefQ8vI/AAAAAAAAFKw/ZPUbd35j7I4/s320/eyeofgod.jpg" /></a><br />When I first learned about God<br />It was when I was a youth<br />I belived he did exist<br />I was sure it was the truth<br /><br />God created the Universe<br />They said in just 6 days<br />On the 7th day he rested<br />But no one gave him praise<br /><br />After God created Adam<br />Eve soon became his wife<br />And they would be together<br />Forever in their life<br /><br />They lived in the Garden of Eden<br />But ate the forbidden fruit<br />Being warned not to eat it<br />God said they'd have to scoot<br /><br />God is our Heavenly Father<br />He told us how to behave<br />Stating the Ten Commandments<br />To Moses these rules he gave<br /><br />Why was God just watching<br />Those who've done no wrong<br />In chambers filled with gas<br />Being told they don't belong<br /><br />Those who never go to church<br />Can still pray anywhere<br />In restaurants before eating<br />Some people recite a prayer<br /><br />"Thank God" and "God Bless You"<br />People will often say<br />They'll even say, " I'll pray for you"<br />Concern they will convey<br /><br />"One Nation Under God"<br />We pledge our allegiance to<br />But those in doubt of God<br />Won't agree with this point of view<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 10/22/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7089242718387062285?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-85978675408071614852010-10-17T08:39:00.000-07:002010-11-09T14:22:53.094-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zu7thOXGdz4/TM3q034XlpI/AAAAAAAAFKo/1hdRWownvRo/s1600/DSC00173.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534337711182681746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zu7thOXGdz4/TM3q034XlpI/AAAAAAAAFKo/1hdRWownvRo/s320/DSC00173.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We need to get our sleep at night<br />But some sleep when its day<br />They’ll keep their curtains closed<br />So out the light will stay<br /><br />Some people like to sleep a lot<br />While others don’t need much<br />When I miss the morning news<br />I feel I’m out of touch<br /><br />Animals that hibernate<br />It’s like their sleep vacation<br />But people can not hibernate<br />They’d suffer from starvation<br /><br />Cats will want to sleep all day<br />And then stay out at night<br />We say that they’re nocturnal<br />And often they will fight<br /><br />The naps they call siestas<br />In countries people rest<br />They take them in the afternoon<br />That’s when they think its best<br /><br />Those who cannot sleep at night<br />Sleeping pills they'll take<br />Counting sheep just won't work<br />They'll still be wide awake<br /><br />Don't stay out too late at night<br />Your sleep do not deprive<br />And if you're really tired<br />Be certain you don't drive<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 10/17/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-8597867540807161485?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-74707552903400319582010-10-13T16:45:00.000-07:002010-11-30T17:01:50.088-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWeYSsa6aI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vZUd4DvEDeg/s1600/shoes"><img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545512656348834210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWeYSsa6aI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vZUd4DvEDeg/s320/shoes" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>Women buy a lot of shoes<br />Because they need a lot to choose<br /><br />Black and brown, blue and white<br />A pair of silver to wear at night<br /><br />Jogging sneakers and sneakers to walk<br />Bring a friend so you can talk<br /><br />Dressy sandals or those for the beach<br />You need to have a few of each<br /><br />High heels are too tall and thin<br />They look real hard to balance in<br /><br />The gals who have so many shoes<br />Inside their closet they may lose<br /><br />Its therapy, most women say<br />To shop for shoes if sad one day<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 10/13/10</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7470755290340031958?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-880866223782257902010-10-13T10:23:00.000-07:002010-12-18T07:06:04.530-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TMbwHoOX5zI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GvaNhxsq3cM/s1600/DSC01484.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532373206118688562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TMbwHoOX5zI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GvaNhxsq3cM/s400/DSC01484.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div></div><br /><div>No port in the storm<br />Far out at sea<br />On a boat to the shore<br />Where I went on a tour<br />Then returned to the ship<br />And of course I gazed<br />Caused I'm always amazed<br />By her beauty and size<br />Beneath cloudy skies<br />Where the sky and sea meet<br />And oh, what a treat<br />Watching from a boat seat<br /><br />Poem by, Randee Saber 12/18/06<br />Entered in Princess Cruise photo contest<br />Photo taken by, Alan Saber 12/13/06<br /><br />Departure from Galveston, Dec. 9, 2006</div><div></div><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-88086622378225790?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-32592498318970057382010-10-11T09:15:00.000-07:002010-10-23T10:54:01.215-07:00You let your hair grow<br />It’s longer and grey<br />You’re not wearing suits<br />No eight to five day<br /><br />Your hair wasn’t long<br />During those hippie years<br />When you were in school<br />Drinking so many beers<br /><br />Now you’re a grandpa<br />The grandkids are fun<br />You ride a scooter<br />And sail in the sun<br /><br />An aging hippie<br />No love beads to wear<br />Whose now decided<br />To grow long hair<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 9/30/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-3259249831897005738?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-38159568460638199922010-10-10T11:52:00.000-07:002010-10-10T11:57:11.811-07:00The cruise is ending<br />The time went fast<br />We made new friends<br />We had a blast<br /><br />My husband fell<br />And hurt has arm<br />It didn’t break<br />No cause for alarm<br /><br />Excursions were cancelled<br />Due to the rain<br />I went on three tours<br />I couldn’t complain<br /><br />Plentiful shopping<br />Even at sea<br />I bought souvenirs<br />Mostly for me<br /><br />Leslie and Mike<br />We tagged along<br />On your ship<br />We knew we’d belong<br /><br />Our table mates<br />Were really great<br />Dining with us<br />At a quarter past eight<br /><br />Perhaps in the future<br />Together we’ll be<br />Cruising along<br />The wide open sea<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber<br />Emerald Princess 10/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-3815956846063819992?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-55976632657719652942010-10-10T11:49:00.000-07:002010-10-12T06:14:43.877-07:00Heaven’s a place<br />Way up in the sky<br />We’re told it’s there<br />But it’s too high to fly<br /><br />You have to be good<br />Or you won’t get in<br />It’s not a place<br />For those who sin<br /><br />We’re sure it’s there<br />Though it’s not been seen<br />A heavenly place<br />Where no one is mean<br /><br />We talk about those<br />Who look down from above<br />Although we can’t see them<br />We still feel their love<br /><br />Cruise ships in heaven<br />What a great place to be<br />Reunited with those<br />On our family tree<br /><br />By, Randee Saber<br />Emerald Princess 10/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-5597663265771965294?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-19260726637793498862010-10-10T11:31:00.001-07:002010-10-13T07:40:45.893-07:00There are many people<br />We need to tip<br />Especially servers<br />On our cruise ship<br /><br />Tip the cabbie<br />Tip the valet<br />Tip your maid<br />Wherever you stay<br /><br />If the service is bad<br />If you don’t like the food<br />Don’t eat there again<br />But a tip do include<br /><br />A generous tip<br />Shows that you care<br />And your money<br />You’re willing to share<br /><br />By, Randee Saber<br />Emerald Princess 10/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-1926072663779349886?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-26726468492754902542010-10-10T10:02:00.000-07:002010-10-11T09:25:35.082-07:00Automatic toilets<br />In case we don’t flush<br />Automatic faucets<br />The water won’t gush<br /><br />Automatic windows<br />Automatic doors<br />Automatic sweepers<br />To vacuum our floors<br /><br />Automatic tellers<br />Will accept our cash<br />Automatic pilots<br />We hope never crash<br /><br />Automatic dryers<br />Automatic towels<br />Not enough paper<br />The dispenser allows<br /><br />Automatic washers<br />Have been around awhile<br />Automatic cameras<br />Let me see you smile<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 9/28/10<br />Emerald Princess<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-2672646849275490254?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-41620256088795077322010-09-26T16:09:00.000-07:002010-11-28T15:30:46.258-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPLmHCFw4eI/AAAAAAAAADc/JxZIR32hqwo/s1600/Jack%2Bo%2Blatern"><img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544747099741020642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPLmHCFw4eI/AAAAAAAAADc/JxZIR32hqwo/s320/Jack%2Bo%2Blatern" /></a><br /><div>Choose the right pumpkin<br />Bright orange and round<br />The pumpkin is heavy<br />Don’t drop on the ground<br /><br />Slice off the top<br />Instructions will follow<br />Scoop out the seeds<br />Your pumpkin is hollow<br /><br />Carve out the eyes<br />And also the nose<br />Some teeth in a mouth<br />That will never close<br /><br />A lighted candle<br />Inside it you’ll place<br />Your Jack-o’-lantern<br />Now has a lit face<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 9/8/06</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4162025608879507732?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-63853252130692934332010-09-26T09:23:00.000-07:002010-09-26T09:24:01.432-07:00Driving down the road<br />Our new trailer in tow<br />On a hot summer day<br />With a long way to go<br /><br />When all of the sudden<br />The car started shaking<br />We stopped at the exit<br />The tire was flaking<br /><br />A tow truck came<br />To change the bad tire<br />That had fallen apart<br />But didn’t catch fire<br /><br />We lost a few hours<br />To buy a new spare<br />In a quaint little town<br />I liked being there<br /><br />This inconvenience<br />Allowed me to see<br />A small Southern town<br />Peaceful and carefree<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 7/17/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-6385325213069293433?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-29085951778120106832010-09-26T08:59:00.000-07:002010-09-26T15:26:34.082-07:00I’d like to go back to when<br />I lived near the big city<br />to admire the autumn leaves<br />adorning the trees<br />with all different colors<br />before falling to the ground<br />leaving behind bare branches<br />for many, long winter months<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 9/8/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-2908595177812010683?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-2830467874171691052010-09-26T08:43:00.001-07:002010-09-26T08:43:56.793-07:00I saw them in a store<br />A husband and a wife<br />Been married a long time<br />Sharing a good life<br /><br />Because they’re both retired<br />They like to be together<br />It doesn’t seem to matter<br />Or regardless of the weather<br /><br />Their life is very different now<br />The kids have gone away<br />They hardly come to see them<br />Not even Christmas Day<br /><br />They wonder where the time went<br />Their kids had quickly grown<br />But they get to speak to them<br />When on the telephone<br /><br />It’s nice they’ve formed a bond<br />And like to be together <br />A husband and a wife<br />They’ll be that way forever<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 5/24/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-283046787417169105?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-42791433368812763702010-09-25T15:43:00.000-07:002010-11-13T14:22:11.549-08:00I’m spending all my money<br />I’m enjoying my life<br />Touring the country<br />Me and my wife<br /><br />No nursing home<br />Or assisted living<br />They won’t get a dime<br />Not a penny I’m giving<br /><br />Everyday's a vacation<br />We go out to eat<br />I got a home theater<br />With a front row seat<br /><br />A red sports car<br />I'm planning to buy<br />For more excitement<br />I’ll learn how to fly<br /><br />I’m sorry kids<br />I’ve given you enough<br />I’m spending all my money<br />If you don’t like it, tough<br /><br />Ralph Lauren<br />Is what I’ll wear<br />I’ll look a lot younger<br />When I dye my hair<br /><br />I’ll buy a timeshare<br />Perhaps two or three<br />And if I exchange them<br />New places I'll see<br /><br />A big diamond ring<br />Your mom will wear<br />In case it gets lost<br />I'll buy her a spare<br /><br />I’m sorry kids<br />I’ve given you enough<br />I’m spending all my money<br />If you don’t like it, tough<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 10/17/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4279143336881276370?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-35174009541236807472010-09-25T15:31:00.000-07:002010-09-26T08:21:52.775-07:00Mel Gibson the menace<br />His films are well known<br />He has a mean streak<br />That's often been shown<br /><br />A hero in Braveheart<br />In person he’s not<br />His stupid comments<br />What nerve he’s got<br /><br />I’ve seen his movies<br />I once was a fan<br />Perhaps he’s joined<br />The Ku Klux Klan<br /><br />He hates the Jews<br />And often he's said<br />Descipable things<br />He's better off dead<br /><br />His marriage had ended<br />His girlfriend gave birth<br />Soon after Mel hit her<br />Saying she had no worth<br /><br />Mel Gibson the menace<br />You're nasty and mean<br />You should stay away<br />From the silver screen<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 9/26/10<br /><br />Mel Colm-Cille Gerard Gibson, (born January 3, 1956) is an <a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States">American</a> actor, film director, producer and screenwriter. Born in <a title="Peekskill, New York" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peekskill,_New_York">Peekskill, New York</a>, Gibson moved with his parents to <a title="Sydney" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sydney">Sydney</a> when he was 12 years old and later studied acting at the Australian <a title="National Institute of Dramatic Art" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Institute_of_Dramatic_Art">National Institute of Dramatic Art</a>.<br />After appearing in the <a title="Mad Max" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mad_Max">Mad Max</a> and <a title="Lethal Weapon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lethal_Weapon">Lethal Weapon</a> series, Gibson went on to direct and star in the <a title="Academy Award" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Academy_Award">Academy Award</a>-winning <a title="Braveheart" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Braveheart">Braveheart</a>. In 2004, he directed and produced <a title="The Passion of the Christ" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Passion_of_the_Christ">The Passion of the Christ</a>, a controversial, yet successful, film portraying the last hours in the life of <a title="Jesus Christ" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus_Christ">Jesus Christ</a>. Outside his career, remarks by Gibson have generated accusations of <a title="Homophobia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homophobia">homophobia</a>, <a title="Misogyny" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misogyny">misogyny</a>, and <a title="Antisemitism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antisemitism">antisemitism</a>; he has previously attributed the statements to his battle with <a title="Alcoholism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alcoholism">alcoholism</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-3517400954123680747?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-60098716006063953502010-09-25T08:41:00.000-07:002010-09-25T08:56:27.434-07:00You took a hike<br />But you didn’t know<br />Across a border<br />Soon you would go<br /><br />No border guards<br />For you to see<br />You entered a country<br />Illegally<br /><br />Surrounded by soldiers<br />Their border you crossed<br />It was a mistake<br />Because you were lost<br /><br />Tourists they knew<br />Just passing through<br />But you didn’t know<br />Your case they’d pursue<br /><br />You landed in prison<br />A harsh consequence<br />For taking a hike<br />In a place with no fence<br /><br />Many months later<br />One hiker released<br />Two men still in jail<br />In the harsh Middle East<br /><br />There are places to hike<br />In a friendly country<br />Where you will be safe<br />And you will be free<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 9/25/10<br /><br />Iran Must Release American hikers<br /><br />Shane Michael Bauer, Joshua Felix Fattal and Sarah Emily Shourd were arrested while they were hiking in the Iraq-Iran border area on 31 July 2009 and have been detained since then without charge or trial. While we welcome the ordered release of Sarah, Iran must give the others a prompt and fair trial, or they must be immediately released. Iranian officials have alleged the hikers planned to carry out espionage. Statements by senior Iranian leaders have suggested that they may be being detained in order to put pressure on the U.S. government and to possibly use them as bargaining chips. Hostage taking is a human rights violation.<br /><br />The Americans are held at Tehran’s Evin Prison. They were allowed to telephone their families only several months after their arrest but in May 2010 they were taken to a Tehran hotel and allowed to meet their mothers who had travelled to Iran from the USA. An Iranian lawyer appointed by their families to represent the three has not been given access to them and Swiss embassy officials, who represent U.S. consular interests in Iran, have not been allowed to visit them since last April.<br /><br />NOTE: Sarah Shourd was freed on September 14, 2010 after more than a year in captivity.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-6009871600606395350?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-21683590712165025712010-09-14T14:53:00.000-07:002010-09-14T15:22:19.067-07:00Humpty Dumpty<br />Sat in a boat<br />While oil slicks<br />Remained afloat<br /><br />For many months<br />The oil would spill<br />For fishermen<br />It wasn’t a thrill<br /><br />Egrets and ducks<br />Covered in sludge<br />Weighted down<br />They couldn’t budge<br /><br />Too much seafood<br />Had to be wasted<br />Oysters and crabs<br />Couldn’t be tasted<br /><br />Ocean platforms<br />Drilling for oil<br />Much harder to do<br />Than directly on soil<br /><br />All the kings’ horses<br />And all the kings men<br />Can not be sure<br />This won’t happen again<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 9/14/10<br /><br />The BP oil spill (2010) has had devastating effects to the environment as well as humans and wildlife in the Gulf region.<br />Today it was revealed that the oil spill has <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/05/03/oil-spill-tripled-in-size_n_560883.html" target="_hplink">tripled in size</a> in the past three days. Efforts to fight the spill continue.<br />The economic effect of the BP oil spill has been significant as well. BP alone has <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/04/29/bp-oil-spill-company-lose_n_557967.html" target="_hplink">lost $25 billion in market value</a> and there are serious concerns about <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/05/03/gulf-seafood-update-fishi_n_560490.html" target="_hplink">Gulf fishing and the seafood industry</a>.<br />The oil spill was caused by an explosion at an offshore drilling rig in the Gulf of Mexico. The leak is releasing some 5,000 barrels of oil per day, and efforts to manage the spill with controlled burning, dispersal and plugging the leak have been unsuccessful.<br />This oil spill could become <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/04/29/oil-spills-a-history-of-d_n_555362.html" target="_hplink">the worst oil spill in history</a>, surpassing the damage done by the Exxon Valdez tanker that spilled 11 million gallons of oil into the ecologically sensitive Prince William Sound in 1989.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-2168359071216502571?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-74501901569947803382010-06-13T09:11:00.001-07:002010-11-30T16:59:18.691-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWdyDP-YdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1TB4pNqcGOc/s1600/chairs"><img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545511999367963090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWdyDP-YdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1TB4pNqcGOc/s320/chairs" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPRQQJroD8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/23Khjlmv0Mc/s1600/chairs"></a></div><br /><div></div><div>Umbrella chairs<br />Chairs that recline<br />Patio chairs<br />And chairs to dine<br /><br />Stadium chairs<br />Chairs by the pool<br />Folding chairs<br />And chairs in school<br /><br />A swivel chair<br />With wheels that roll<br />A wheelchair lets<br />You take a stroll<br /><br />Rocking chairs<br />For lullabies<br />And to sooth<br />Those baby cries<br /><br />Wicker chairs<br />Aren't too strong<br />On the porch<br />They do belong<br /><br />The dentist's chair<br />There is no doubt<br />While sitting there<br />I'll be stressed out<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 6/13/10</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7450190156994780338?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-24697320211573390362010-06-06T11:46:00.000-07:002010-11-28T15:42:04.614-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPLoreio8RI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Y30HEDVcuKM/s1600/Penguins"><img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544749924876874002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPLoreio8RI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Y30HEDVcuKM/s320/Penguins" /></a><br /><div>All dressed up<br />With no wear to go<br />Always wearing<br />The same tuxedo<br /><br />They can't fly<br />But they're a bird<br />They like to swim<br />With their herd<br /><br />Antaretica<br />A frozen place<br />Is where they live<br />In a wide open space<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 6/6/10</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-2469732021157339036?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-79227498923164569512010-05-16T14:56:00.001-07:002010-12-09T17:43:24.645-08:00You left me behind<br />I had no worth<br />The little boy<br />You’d given birth<br /><br />Your mother raised me<br />All on her own<br />From when I was small<br />Until I was grown<br /><br />Grandma was strict<br />And tanned my hide<br />If I misbehaved<br />And when I lied<br /><br />No visits from Mom<br />Or birthday cards<br />No letters sent<br />With best regards<br /><br />I was an athlete<br />And I did excel<br />In every sport<br />I played very well<br /><br />Talent scouts came<br />From many schools<br />Seeing me play<br />And breaking the rules<br /><br />Enticed with money<br />Along with a car<br />They made me feel<br />Like a superstar<br /><br />I went to college<br />Played on their team<br />The NFL<br />Was more than a dream<br /><br />I bought her a home<br />And grandma cried<br />Asking for nothing<br />She had her pride<br /><br />My mom came back<br />To make amends<br />I have my own family<br />And lots of friends<br /><br />It’s too late now<br />Mom has returned<br />I’ll give her nothing<br />From what I’ve earned<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 5/16/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7922749892316456951?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-63946789290757898092010-05-16T13:47:00.001-07:002011-02-06T08:09:56.442-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWccfRfM7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/1ewVWk_QKRc/s1600/religion"><img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545510529421751218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWccfRfM7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/1ewVWk_QKRc/s320/religion" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>They said in the name of religion<br />Could allow them to do bad deeds<br />Chopping off someone’s head<br />In spite of many pleas<br /><br />Back in ancient biblical times<br />As a new religion begins<br />They called the prophet Jesus<br />Who protects us from our sins<br /><br />Muslims, Christians, Jews<br />Have problems to this day<br />Of trying to live harmoniously<br />And not be in anyone’s way<br /><br />It doesn’t seem to matter<br />When keeping to themselves<br />They’ll round you up and kill you<br />No matter if anyone tells<br /><br />There’s Mormons in our country<br />Who have a lot of wives<br />Men will marry teen-age girls<br />This practice is unwise<br /><br />We can not forget 9/11<br />In the year 2001<br />Three planes flew into buildings<br />And no one had a gun<br /><br />The act of Arab extremists<br />Planning this for a long time<br />As part of their religion<br />Allowing them to do this crime<br /><br />And when you're just a baby<br />Your religion is chosen for you<br />If you marry outside your religion<br />Your family might say its taboo<br /><br />When seeking a new religion<br />It shouldn’t be a fake<br />Be careful not to join a cult<br />It could be a big mistake<br /><br />If religion preaches kindness<br />And love for one another<br />Then why is there still bloodshed<br />And hatred for each other<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 5/10/06</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-6394678929075789809?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-239548102438995902010-05-16T11:03:00.000-07:002010-05-16T11:05:15.208-07:00A displaced Yankee<br />Is what you are<br />You moved to the South<br />Years ago, by car<br /><br />You haven’t adapted<br />To their ways<br />Your same attitude<br />With you stays<br /><br />You say what you think<br />You are direct<br />It bothers people<br />It has an affect<br /><br />You’re not a phony<br />You may attack<br />You don’t act sweet<br />Then stab in the back<br /><br />You don’t belong here<br />You’re out of place<br />You search for friends<br />Who you can embrace<br /><br />To where you once lived<br />You can never return<br />Not enough money<br />Did you ever earn<br /><br />You need to keep searching<br />Until you find<br />People like you<br />With the same frame of mind<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 7/13/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-23954810243899590?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-70624379840805635032010-05-16T10:26:00.000-07:002010-12-16T20:04:29.433-08:00The world is flat<br />According to me<br />As I stand by the shore<br />Looking out at the sea<br /><br />Straight ahead<br />There’s nothing to see<br />Only the ocean<br />Stares back at me<br /><br />The world is round<br />They told me in school<br />I can’t say it’s flat<br />Or I’d be a fool<br /><br />What’s underneath<br />This world that is round<br />If I ever go there<br />Will I come back around<br /><br />Why can’t I question<br />What I’ve been told<br />Because I am young<br />And you are old<br /><br />I’ll buy a big boat<br />The ocean I’ll sail<br />And see for myself<br />If you’re telling a tale<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 12/24/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7062437984080563503?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-82923532828301712152010-05-15T16:48:00.000-07:002010-05-18T15:16:46.153-07:00Souvenir tee-shirts<br />People must buy<br />Many will have<br />A big supply<br /><br />They come in all sizes<br />From large to small<br />And for the babies<br />Learning to crawl<br /><br />Wear the tee-shirt<br />Of your favorite team<br />Tee-shirts will have<br />Some type of theme<br /><br />A tee-shirt from<br />Your favorite place<br />A tee-shirt with<br />A happy face<br /><br />Tee-shirts to choose<br />Offensive or funny<br />And they don’t cost<br />A whole lot of money<br /><br />Tee-shirts are sold<br />At beach resorts<br />With an endless supply<br />They have all sorts<br /><br />Wet tee-shirt contests<br />While on spring break<br />Fools of themselves<br />These girls will make<br /><br />That old tee-shirt<br />You've desired<br />It’s falling apart<br />And should be retired<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 5/15/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-8292353282830171215?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-681301815369004672010-04-28T07:35:00.000-07:002010-04-28T15:48:30.342-07:00Euthanasia<br />The right to die<br />When terminally ill<br />They will deny<br /><br />Opponents will ask<br />Who should die<br />If this is allowed<br />Who could apply<br /><br />A quadriplegic<br />An amputee<br />To help them die<br />Who would agree<br /><br />Lou Gehrig’s disease<br />A slow painful death<br />You can not move<br />You’ll lose your breath<br /><br />Maiming our youth<br />In wars each day<br />The old and sick<br />Must live this way<br /><br />Compassionate death<br />You won’t feel a thing<br />Eternal rest<br />This method will bring<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 4/27/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-68130181536900467?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-34632654901789254272010-04-25T17:25:00.000-07:002010-04-28T15:23:32.570-07:00Living the dream<br />You may pay the price<br />Perhaps a spouse<br />Doesn’t act nice<br /><br />Sandra Bullock<br />Still lives the dream<br />With a louse for a spouse<br />She reigns supreme<br /><br />Tiger Woods<br />His scandal revealed<br />Still living the dream<br />Saying he’s healed<br /><br />Fame and fortune<br />May only be brief<br />Living the dream<br />While being a thief<br /><br />A motor home<br />A house on the beach<br />Living the dream<br />Is different for each<br /><br />Living the dream<br />A college graduation<br />The first in their family<br />A great celebration<br /><br />Living the dream<br />Can often be bleak<br />From paycheck to paycheck<br />You live each week<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 4/25/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-3463265490178925427?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-8491514969517448132010-04-25T10:03:00.000-07:002010-12-12T08:01:45.211-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWh_Slq8hI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AbFKHOYhdIc/s1600/clowns"><img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545516624870306322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWh_Slq8hI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AbFKHOYhdIc/s320/clowns" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Under the big top<br />The show will begin<br />With circus clowns<br />Who frown and grin<br /><br />Applying their makeup<br />They had to learn<br />Laughs from the crowd<br />They'll always earn<br /><br />These circus clowns<br />Perform in the show<br />Not on the trapeze<br />They stay down below<br /><br />Life on the road<br />To make people laugh<br />That’s why they chose<br />This career path<br /><br />Look at the clowns<br />In the bull ring<br />What makes them do<br />This dangerous thing<br /><br />Protecting cowboys<br />While facing danger<br />These clowns will help<br />A total stranger<br /><br />Bucking bulls<br />The coyboys will ride<br />With rodeo clowns<br />Right by their side<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 4/25/10</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-849151496951744813?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-69420160480822914812010-04-19T09:11:00.000-07:002010-12-18T07:04:43.854-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPLmvQUs2EI/AAAAAAAAADs/BDioomzD84w/s1600/Teddy%2Bbears"><img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544747790756534338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPLmvQUs2EI/AAAAAAAAADs/BDioomzD84w/s320/Teddy%2Bbears" /></a><br /><br />When Goldie Lox entered<br />The home of three bears<br />She tasted their porridge<br />And sat on their chairs<br /><br />The bears were out walking<br />When Goldie arrived<br />If they had been home<br />Would she have survived<br /><br />Baby bear found her<br />Asleep on his bed<br />Goldie awakened<br />Then quickly she fled<br /><br />No hanging around<br />No saying hello<br />Frightened of bears<br />She just had to go<br /><br />On a bear hunting trip<br />Teddy Roosevelt went<br />Many years ago<br />Our past President<br /><br />This President killed<br />Not a single bear<br />And his hunting friends<br />Were all well aware<br /><br />A bear cub was clubbed<br />And tied it to a tree<br />Teddy wouldn’t shoot it<br />Unfair it would be<br /><br />Cartoons of this bear cub<br />Soon led to a toy<br />A “Teddy’s Bear”<br />For a young girl or a boy<br /><br />We love Teddy Bears<br />They’re made big or small<br />In all different colors<br />And they’ll never claw<br /><br />A bear in the wild<br />Is an unfriendly beast<br />Stay away from these bears<br />Or you'll be their feast<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 10/23/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-6942016048082291481?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-47375919104258569382010-03-25T10:00:00.000-07:002010-03-25T13:26:33.240-07:00Lyrics by, Hank Williams Sr. (1953)<br /><br />Your cheatin' heart<br />Will tell on you<br />These cheating songs<br />Are more than a few<br /><br />Don’t copy the answer<br />From someone’s test<br />So you can cheat<br />And do your best<br /><br />Don’t find a way<br />To cheat in a game<br />Because your name<br />They will defame<br /><br />Most of these cheaters<br />Won’t ever get caught<br />But those who have <br />Were they not taught<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 3/26/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4737591910425856938?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-84555252719400494842010-03-23T09:18:00.000-07:002010-03-23T09:19:05.953-07:00To be entertained<br />Is what we seek<br />Especially during<br />The end of the week<br /><br />Eat a good meal<br />A nice juicy steak<br />And for dessert<br />Have a slice of cake<br /><br />Go to the movies<br />Watch a new flick<br />Read the reviews<br />Before you pick<br /><br />But after a while<br />This may be a bore<br />Dinner and movies<br />We’d like to do more<br /> <br />Las Vegas casinos<br />So many they’ve built<br />Taking your money<br />They have no guilt<br /><br />Not only Las Vegas<br />But near where you live<br />There are casinos<br />For money to give<br /><br />Some people don’t care<br />How much they lose<br />Its entertainment<br />It’s what they choose<br /><br />I’m not entertained<br />By the roulette wheel<br />And slot machines<br />My money they’ll steal<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 3/1/2010<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-8455525271940049484?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-89602761466635906422010-02-24T18:20:00.001-08:002010-02-24T18:20:54.319-08:00You have nothing to lose<br />Your people are poor<br />Recruiting young boys<br />Who are easy to lure<br /><br />You have nothing to lose<br />You don’t value life<br />You’ll die for a cause<br />Leaving children and wife<br /><br />You have nothing to lose<br />Your terrorists came<br />Destroying our buildings<br />Was truly insane<br /><br />We have lots to lose<br />We don’t want to die<br />Or kill innocent people<br />Not knowing why<br /><br />We have lots to lose<br />With hopes and dreams<br />Not sitting around<br />Plotting wicked schemes<br /><br />You will never win<br />We’ll continue to fight<br />For as long as it takes<br />And with all of our might<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 8/31/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-8960276146663590642?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-5946386539596963212010-02-21T08:43:00.000-08:002010-02-24T15:44:38.940-08:00Beautiful women<br />With golden tresses<br />Singing their songs<br />While in tight dresses<br /><br />To sing country music<br />The blondes do rule<br />A pretty blonde singer<br />Her name is Jewel<br /><br />Lady Gaga Gaga<br />Had bleached her hair<br />Her high school photos<br />Makes us aware<br /><br />Hannah Montana<br />Wore a blonde wig<br />Now Miley Cyrus<br />Is doing this gig<br /><br />Removing the wig<br />And tossing aside<br />Brown hair Miley<br />Is known worldwide<br /><br />In cowboy hats<br />Men hide their hair<br />If grey or bald<br />No one will care<br /><br />Some never remove<br />Their cowboy hat<br />They don’t look any<br />Better than that<br /><br />Blonde country singers<br />Who’ve come along<br />Were given a chance<br />To sing us a song<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 2/19/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-594638653959696321?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-41030026886450478542010-02-09T16:39:00.000-08:002010-11-30T17:18:56.822-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWiYO_d3xI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kEPz2aUXmo0/s1600/telephone"><img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545517053401489170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWiYO_d3xI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kEPz2aUXmo0/s320/telephone" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>When I was a just little girl<br />The telephone I used<br />It had a rotary dial<br />But I never got confused<br /><br />The phone was big and heavy<br />And mounted to the wall<br />Plus no one ever owned it<br />That wasn’t done at all<br /><br />As I was growing up<br />The phone did change a bit<br />A slimmer Princess phone<br />With a center dial that lit<br /><br />Newer phones had buttons<br />You only had to touch<br />This made calling easier<br />We liked it very much<br /><br />When AT &amp; T dismantled<br />You could buy your telephone<br />No monthly rental charges<br />Cause it was now your own<br /><br />The phones were cheaply made<br />And very hard to hear<br />The people on the other end<br />Their voices weren’t clear<br /><br />When you were disconnected<br />No long cords did you need<br />That’s because the cordless phone<br />Gave you privacy indeed<br /><br />Phones became programmable<br />No using a telephone book<br />Just scroll down to their name<br />So easily you can look<br /><br />The pager you once carried<br />Would alert you to a call<br />But when the cell phone came<br />They were hardly used at all<br /><br />The cell phone’s very useful<br />But no one wants to hear<br />Your entire conversation<br />That you’ll say loud and clear<br /><br />Voice mail came along<br />And now some lady’s voice<br />With numerous menu options<br />The operators’ not a choice<br /><br />Solicitors are annoying<br />And frequently they’ll call<br />But the cell phone’s really handy<br />To find my spouse in the mall<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 4/23/06</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4103002688645047854?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-12561920626323598582010-02-08T09:33:00.000-08:002010-03-26T09:05:38.765-07:00I’m the lead singer<br />Who’s still in demand<br />With two musicians<br />From my first band<br /><br />I’m in my sixties<br />And still have my voice<br />Hitting the high notes<br />I have no choice<br /><br />A sell out crowd<br />From teens to middle-age<br />I still hear them cheering<br />When I'm on stage<br /><br />In the earlier years<br />Of our rock n’ roll band<br />Sex and drugs<br />Were in demand<br /><br />But when I got older<br />I settled down<br />I gave up drugs<br />And fooling around<br /><br />I raised a family<br />And they were aware<br />Their famous dad<br />With fans they’d share<br /><br />And now my grandson<br />Has started a band<br />He wants to be famous<br />It's what he's planned<br /><br />He used my name<br />To launch his career<br />He doesn't use drugs<br />He only drinks beer<br /><br />A new generation<br />A grandson admired<br />The talent he has<br />From me he acquired<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 2/8/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-1256192062632359858?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-77904983106538261762010-01-30T06:15:00.001-08:002010-11-15T09:28:57.871-08:00I’m an urban cowboy<br />A real city slicker<br />Never sat by a camp fire<br />Watching flames flicker<br /><br />I’m an urban cowboy<br />No horse do I ride<br />Except for the horse<br />You put money inside<br /><br />My white shirt is starched<br />My blue jeans are pressed<br />A big brass buckle<br />Is how I'm dressed<br /><br />My snake skin boots<br />Have a pointy toe<br />These cowboy boots<br />Aren’t worn in the snow<br /><br />On top of my head<br />Is a tan cowboy hat<br />I watch what I eat<br />Cause a cowboy ain't fat<br /><br />I’m an urban cowboy<br />This is what I wear<br />Everywhere I go<br />Men and women will stare<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 1/30/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7790498310653826176?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-73878709228664763562010-01-24T16:07:00.001-08:002010-01-24T16:13:19.848-08:00They met again late in life<br />She was divorced<br />He just lost his wife<br /><br />He was her high school beau<br />They dated two years<br />It was so long ago<br /><br />They went to a singles dance<br />In search of friendship<br />And not romance<br /><br />She saw him by the door<br />After graduation<br />She saw him no more<br /><br />Was he still the love of her life<br />This sad and lonely man<br />Who just lost his wife<br /><br />And then she waved to him<br />Bringing back memories<br />Of their high school gym<br /><br />Anxious to be by her side<br />He crossed the room quickly<br />And then they both cried<br /><br />She was pleasant and cute<br />And very funny<br />Each of them had lots of money<br /><br />He was soft spoken and polite<br />To be with him<br />Was quite a delight<br /><br />Their children soon became upset<br />About the money<br />They might not get<br /><br />A husband who cared<br />For his dutiful wife<br />Until an illness claimed her life<br /><br />Years after he fought in the war<br />She told her husband<br />She loved him no more<br /><br />A second chance for an older pair<br />Another marriage<br />A new life to share<br /><br />Either young or old or middle age<br />True love comes along<br />At any stage<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 1/24/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7387870922866476356?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-67399669256984352762010-01-24T15:16:00.000-08:002010-01-24T15:17:01.566-08:00Face lifts<br />And tummy tucks<br />Each of these<br />Cost big bucks<br /><br />Eye glasses<br />When rejected<br />Lasik gets your<br />Eyes corrected<br /><br />Want more hair<br />Use Rogaine<br />Lap band to<br />Avoid weight gain<br /><br />Hide the gray<br />Color hair<br />Buy some sexy<br />Underwear<br /><br />From the fountain<br />Take a drink<br />You’re as young<br />As you think<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 1/24/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-6739966925698435276?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-51349343020474179932010-01-18T09:16:00.001-08:002010-11-29T08:07:09.234-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPPPnbcySBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/o93erlZRDNU/s1600/Baby%2Bit%2527s%2Bcold%2Boutside"><img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545003842513553426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPPPnbcySBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/o93erlZRDNU/s320/Baby%2Bit%2527s%2Bcold%2Boutside" /></a><br /><div>Strapless dresses<br />Women will wear<br />If it’s freezing outside<br />Their arms will be bare<br /><br />A strapless gown<br />On her wedding day<br />It might fall down<br />I hope not, she'll pray<br /><br />With missing sleeves<br />There’s no discount<br />So finish the dress<br />For the same amount<br /><br />Men will be warm<br />In their attire<br />But when it’s hot<br />They will perspire<br /><br />Sleeveless dresses<br />Women will wear<br />Although they’ll be cold<br />They don’t seem to care<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 12/29/06</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-5134934302047417993?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-18637296630445911512010-01-07T17:04:00.000-08:002010-01-11T08:45:44.064-08:00A responsible parent<br />Provides food to eat<br />A nice place to live<br />And shoes on your feet<br /><br />A responsible parent<br />Holds onto their child<br />Wherever they go<br />So they don’t run wild<br /><br />A responsible parent<br />Warns them of danger<br />Don’t talk or take candy<br />From any stranger<br /><br />A responsible parent<br />Lets their child to swim<br />So they won't drown<br />In case they fall in<br /><br />A responsible parent<br />Lets their child have fun<br />But they also make sure<br />Their homework is done<br /><br />A responsible parent<br />Warns you if you drive<br />Don’t ever get drunk<br />Or you may not survive<br /><br />A responsible parent<br />Let’s you join the service<br />A risk you'll be taking<br />But they won't act nervous<br /><br />A responsible parent<br />Lets you go your own way<br />Hiking communist borders<br />There forever they'll stay<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 1/7/09<br /><br /><br />Families of 3 Americans arrested hiking in Iran hire lawyer to work for release<br />Monday, December 28, 2009<br />Wires<br />Iran-US Hikers<br />BERKELEY, California (AP) - The families of three Americans arrested in July after crossing into Iran from neighboring Iraq say they have hired a prominent lawyer in Iran to work for their release.The families of University of California, Berkeley, graduates Shane Bauer, Sarah Shourd and Josh Fattal said in a statement Sunday that they have retained attorney Masoud Shafii.The statement says the families hope Iran will release the three Americans on humanitarian grounds but feel the need to prepare for possible charges.Iranian prosecutors said Tuesday that the three remain under investigation.The families maintain that they are innocent hikers who went astray.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-1863729663044591151?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-29541861874519128182010-01-05T06:31:00.001-08:002010-11-30T16:55:21.078-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWczmktXTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IWXTPlEskrk/s1600/blue%2Bjeans"><img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545510926518410546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPWczmktXTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IWXTPlEskrk/s320/blue%2Bjeans" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>Levi Strauss jeans<br />The jeans he designed<br />Would he ever believe<br />His jeans we’d still find<br /><br />Strong denim cloth<br />Cowboys would wear<br />For rounding up steer<br />They hardly would tear<br /><br />Levis and Wranglers<br />You’d mainly find<br />Till companies made<br />A similar kind<br /><br />People wear jeans<br />With prices that vary<br />But fancy jeans<br />Don't wear on the prairie<br /><br />Acid or stone washed<br />Black and dark blue<br />Straight leg or flared<br />Should appeal to you<br /><br />Some jeans will stretch<br />Or make you look thin<br />Buy several pairs<br />To put yourself in<br /><br />Denim jackets<br />And denim shirts<br />To wear with jeans<br />And don’t forget skirts<br /><br />All ages can wear them<br />They cost more if torn<br />For fancy occasions<br />Jeans shouldn’t be worn<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 1/5/10</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-2954186187451912818?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-40709759782394706302010-01-02T16:58:00.001-08:002010-01-02T16:58:28.198-08:00The amount of money<br />Spent on our hair<br />The better it looks<br />The more people stare<br /><br />Expensive shampoos<br />We use to wash<br />And to condition<br />So we’ll have panache<br /><br />Straighten your hair<br />If you dislike curls<br />Or get a perm<br />If you like swirls<br /><br />To lengthen the hair<br />Extensions they’ll add<br />The wrong color hair<br />Will make you mad<br /><br />Some ladies go often<br />And some hardly go<br />To get their hair done<br />They like hair to grow<br /><br />A beauty appointment<br />To look your best<br />The more you have done<br />The more you’ll invest<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 11/13/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4070975978239470630?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-30187007547237621882009-12-25T15:53:00.000-08:002009-12-26T13:01:49.019-08:00You’re behind bars<br />Confined to death row<br />For heinous crimes<br />They won’t let you go<br /><br />A cell that’s too small<br />A commode and a sink<br />Once a week showers<br />Soon after you’ll stink<br /><br />Time’s running out<br />No more appeals<br />Years spent in jail<br />Eating horrible meals<br /><br />But you still want to live<br />Too scared to die<br />You killed a few people<br />I’m wondering why<br /><br />You fought in a war<br />And lost your leg<br />Don’t amputate<br />They heard you beg<br /><br />A hero they say<br />Now missing a limb<br />A loving family<br />You say life’s not grim<br /><br />The Nazi’s took power<br />In World War 2<br />What a terrible time<br />To be a Jew<br /><br />Beaten and starved<br />Sent to be gassed<br />Some of the strong<br />Were able to last<br /><br />Families scattered<br />Most of them died<br />Some of the lucky<br />Were able to hide<br /><br />Those who survived<br />Did not want to die<br />To tell their story<br />They say that’s why<br /><br />Disfigured with burns<br />And those who are blind<br />The ones fighting cancer<br />Are not confined<br /><br />Ignoring the stares<br />Drugs make them sick<br />But the bucket<br />They don’t want to kick<br /><br />The elderly people<br />Who still want to live<br />Hoping more years<br />They’ll be active<br /><br />A middle-aged lady<br />Fighting depression<br />Does not want to live<br />It’s her confession<br /><br />Not able to function<br />As she had in the past<br />Her miserable life<br />Will soon not last<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 12/25/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-3018700754723762188?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-71707421727499651802009-12-18T11:57:00.001-08:002009-12-19T06:59:13.384-08:00<a name="OLE_LINK2"></a><a name="OLE_LINK1">A nice Jewish girl</a><br />When I was young<br />Many Jewish girls<br />I once was among<br /><br />When Chanukah came<br />There’d be no tree<br />And just a menorah<br />With candles to see<br /><br />One or two presents<br />I would receive<br />Not one for each night<br />As some may believe<br /><br />As I got older<br />I asked for a tree<br />And lights on the house<br />But that wouldn’t be<br /><br />Exchanging presents<br />With a non Jewish friend<br />Enjoying the season<br />That quickly would end<br /><br />Christmas carols<br />Were sung at school<br />Some schools won’t allow<br />It’s now the new rule<br /><br />A gentile boy<br />I could never date<br />A Jewish boy<br />Had to be my mate<br /><br />It wasn’t until<br />My much later years<br />I learned of the Nazis<br />And had many fears<br /><br />I learned about Hitler<br />And what he had done<br />Killing six million Jews<br />Most couldn’t outrun<br /><br />Ann Frank’s diary<br />Made me upset<br />Her family in hiding<br />Being found was a threat<br /><br />I’m a grown woman<br />But reluctant to tell<br />People I’m Jewish<br />We’re not liked too well<br /><br />In the suburbs of Houston<br />It’s been hard to find<br />Friends that are Jewish<br />Though I don’t mind<br /><br />My neighbor is Jewish<br />How lucky to meet<br />One Jewish family<br />On the same street<br /><br />Suicide bombings<br />The Arabs will choose<br />They don’t value life<br />Plus they hate the Jews<br /><br />Our President says<br />There’s a good rapport<br />With the Israelis<br />Who he won’t ignore<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 5/28/06<a name="OLE_LINK2"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7170742172749965180?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-32887541626811847292009-12-05T10:55:00.000-08:002009-12-05T14:08:58.424-08:00Adapted from: “London Bridge is Falling Down” (Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme)<br /><br />Tiger Woods has fallen down<br />Fallen down, fallen down<br />Tiger Woods has fallen down<br />The golfer who’s renown<br /><br />A lady said she had an affair<br />Had an affair, had an affair<br />A lady said she had an affair<br />With Tiger, should we care<br /><br />Things like this are nothing new<br />Nothing new, nothing new<br />Things like this are nothing new<br />Will his wife now say adieu<br /><br />Tiger Woods should mend his ways<br />Mend his ways, mend his ways<br />Tiger Woods should mend his ways<br />Otherwise big bucks he pays<br /><br />Tiger Woods they’ll build you up<br />Build you up, build you up<br />Tiger Woods they’ll build you up<br />So you can win another cup<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 12/5/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-3288754162681184729?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-83878730882143914402009-12-04T05:51:00.001-08:002009-12-04T05:51:37.205-08:00I can hardly believe<br />It’s two thousand and ten<br />And new resolutions<br />I’ve made again<br /><br />Losing weight<br />Is priority one<br />Giving up sweets<br />I’ve now begun<br /><br />Getting in shape<br />Is priority two<br />A leisurely walk<br />I know I can do<br /><br />Spend less money<br />Cook my own meals<br />No eating out<br />With coupon deals<br /><br />These resolutions<br />I make every year<br />I say to myself<br />So no one can hear<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 12/4/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-8387873088214391440?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-20712687756865160992009-11-24T13:46:00.000-08:002010-01-01T17:55:49.263-08:00Steak and chicken<br />And even an egg<br />Whatever I’m eating<br />My dog will beg<br /><br />A steak that's burnt<br />Or one that's rare<br />It makes no difference<br />My dog doesn’t care<br /><br />Bagels are chewy<br />And not eaten quick<br />Plus my dog licks<br />The ice cream stick<br /><br />To bribe my dog<br />I’ll give her a treat<br />But never chocolate<br />Or anything sweet<br /><br />Less crumbs to sweep<br />My dog cleans the floor<br />When begging for food<br />She’s hard to ignore<br /><br />She has her own food<br />But loves tasting mine<br />She’ll eat her own food<br />After I dine<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 11/24/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-2071268775686516099?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-46081761307977186772009-11-15T15:23:00.000-08:002009-11-15T15:25:22.223-08:00David Letterman<br />What’s so funny<br />Embarrassing people<br />For lots of money<br /><br />Making a joke<br />Out of men who stray<br />And the wives<br />They did betray<br /><br />You got many laughs<br />And had lots of fun<br />Your audience knew<br />What had been done<br /><br />And then one day<br />The jokes on you<br />Your indiscretions<br />Nobody knew<br /><br />Your ratings increased<br />You had to share<br />Your personal life<br />Was on the air<br /><br />Hillary Clinton<br />Hid her shame<br />A politician<br />She became<br /><br />Mr. Letterman<br />What do you say<br />Hillary Clinton<br />Had gotten her way<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 11/15/09<br /><br />Women's group blasts Letterman over sexual affairs with staff<br />Story Highlights – Washington (CNN) Updated 11:29 a.m. EDT, Thu October 8, 2009<br />NOW calls David Letterman's behavior inappropriate in the workplace<br />Letterman on air admitted to sex with employees, apologized to wife<br />Feminist group urges CBS "to take action immediately"<br />CBS producer accused in extortion plot against talk-show host<br />WASHINGTON (CNN) -- The National Organization for Women has sharply criticized comedian David Letterman, accusing him of promoting a hostile, uncomfortable work environment.<br /><br />David Letterman's behavior with employees has created "a toxic environment" in the workplace, NOW says.<br />"The latest Letterman controversy sheds new light on the widespread objectification of women in the workplace," NOW said in a statement Tuesday. "Most women can attest to the fact that many workplaces are plagued with inappropriate behavior by men in power."<br />The "Late Show With David Letterman" host admitted last week on his CBS program that he had sex with unnamed employees and had testified about those liaisons before a New York grand jury as part of an alleged extortion attempt.<br />A CBS producer, Robert "Joe" Halderman, is accused of threatening to go public with embarrassing information about Letterman's private life unless the 62-year-old funnyman ponied up $2 million. <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/TV/10/07/letterman.now/index.html#cnnSTCVideo#cnnSTCVideo">Watch NOW's president slam Letteman, CBS »</a><br /><a href="http://topics.cnn.com/topics/David_Letterman">Letterman</a> made a public apology Monday to his wife, Regina Lasko, who, he said, had been "horribly hurt by my behavior." He said he is trying to repair that relationship.<br />"Either you're going to make some progress and get it fixed, or you're going to fall short and perhaps not get it fixed, so let me tell you folks, I got my work cut out for me," Letterman told the audience Monday night.<br />Letterman married Lasko in March, and they have a 5-year-old son together. All the affairs took place before the marriage, Letterman's production company has said.<br />Don't Miss<br /><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/10/06/sex.at.work.guidelines/index.html">Letterman affairs spotlight sex, romance in workplace</a><br /><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/TV/10/06/letterman.apology/index.html">Wife 'horribly hurt by my behavior,' Letterman says</a><br /><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/TV/10/02/letterman.extortion/index.html">CBS producer pleads not guilty in Letterman case</a><br /><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/TV/10/01/letterman.allegations/index.html">Letterman says he faced extortion over sexual affairs</a><br />One of the women who engaged in a sexual relationship with Letterman was identified as Stephanie Birkitt, an assistant to the talk show host and also a former live-in girlfriend of Halderman.<br />Letterman spokesman Tom Keaney said that Birkitt is on a paid leave of absence from the show.<br /><a href="http://topics.cnn.com/topics/National_Organization_for_Women">NOW</a> said Letterman's behavior was inappropriate in the workplace, saying all employees should be respected for their talent and skills.<br />"Recent developments in the David Letterman extortion controversy have raised serious issues about the abuse of power leading to an inappropriate, if not hostile, workplace environment for women and employees," NOW said in Tuesday's statement.<br />Men such as Letterman make decisions on hiring and firing, who gets raises, who advances and who does entry-level tasks, NOW said.<br />"As 'the boss,' he is responsible for setting the tone for his entire workplace -- and he did that with sex. In any work environment, this places all employees -- including employees who happen to be women -- in an awkward, confusing and demoralizing situation," the group said.<br />"The National Organization for Women calls on CBS to recognize that Letterman's behavior creates a toxic environment and to take action immediately to rectify this situation. With just two women on CBS' board of directors, we're not holding our breath."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4608176130797718677?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-35847183830355969382009-11-14T15:46:00.000-08:002009-11-14T15:54:22.018-08:00Definition: poacher: One who hunts or fishes illegally on the property of another.<br /><br /><br />For elephant tusks<br />These poachers kill<br />They do it for money<br />Any maybe the thrill<br /><br />These giant beasts<br />Are in harms way<br />Wherever the poachers<br />Decide to prey<br /><br />But what about those<br />Who kill for no reason<br />He went to Fort Hood<br />And did commit treason<br /><br />A Muslim doctor<br />Who got his degree<br />Paid by the Army<br />He wanted to flee<br /><br />Assigned to Iraq<br />He'd soon be deployed<br />Telling the Army<br />He was annoyed<br /><br />Killing his comrades<br />Now they suspect<br />Iraqi soldiers<br />He would protect<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 11/16/09<br /><br />Fort Hood Massacre Sends Wake-Up Call to the Nation<br />Michael Bell<br />Issue date: 11/12/09 Page 1 of 1<br />The recent Fort Hood Massacre is the latest "black-eye" to the Obama presidency. This is the first time in history that American soldiers were attacked and killed at a United States military base. The most shocking piece of the puzzle is that the killer was an American soldier. Major Nidal Malik Hasan took the lives of 12 soldiers and wounded 31 men and women. Reports have indicated that Hasan was against the war in Iraq and Afghanistan. Hasan, a Muslim, reportedly shouted "God is great," in Arabic and then proceeded to open fire on his fellow soldiers. How could this horrific tragedy, executed by an American soldier, happen on American soil?With the increased amount of intelligence and surveillance tactics, implemented under the Bush administration, one would believe that this episode could have been avoided. Surely someone knew of and reported Hasan's discontent and unwillingness to be deployed to the Middle East. Surely someone noticed the warning signs of a man on the brink of total insanity. This leads to the question of why. Why would Major Hasan fear deployment to the Middle East? His ethnicity and faith would have made him a target of retaliation from the rebels in Iraq and Afghanistan. The Islamic militants would have viewed Hasan as a traitor to Allah. Likewise, Hasan's faith would have played a factor in his ability to carrying out his duties to the American military. Many soldiers may have found it difficult to trust him in the line of fire. The Fort Hood Massacre opens of the door to discussion, debate, and deliberation as to the mental stability of our American troops. Our troops are constantly fighting for their lives in foreign lands. They should not have to fight for survival at a "secure" base in Texas. This tragedy is a slap in the face to the American military and a blemish on the Obama report card. What a way to mark the one year anniversary of the President's election. However, the question remains - "What are we fighting for?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-3584718383035596938?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-85018957614734042412009-10-24T10:22:00.000-07:002010-11-27T07:08:44.599-08:00<a name="OLE_LINK4"></a><a name="OLE_LINK3">The bearded lady</a><br />In a circus sideshow<br />She said it was real<br />This beard she’d grow<br /><br />A big thick beard<br />Or just a goatee<br />Maybe a moustache<br />This isn’t for me<br /><br />I don’t want to kiss<br />A face full of hair<br />I can’t find his lips<br />It’s quite unfair<br /><br />No excess hair<br />Will be on my face<br />Eyebrows are waxed<br />This hair they’ll erase<br /><br />Every few days<br />I must maintain<br />And pluck some hair<br />It’s really a pain<br /><br />Five o'clock shadow<br />I’d rather not kiss<br />A clean shaven face<br />Now hardly exists<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 10/24/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-8501895761473404241?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-22009291949249936072009-10-24T09:53:00.000-07:002009-12-26T13:23:37.554-08:00<a name="OLE_LINK2"></a><a name="OLE_LINK1">You’re at her bedside</a><br />Many hours each day<br />You quit your job<br />So you can stay<br /><br />She’s a real fighter<br />And has been for years<br />Her treatment is painful<br />She’s shed a few tears<br /><br />A beautiful girl<br />Who lost her hair<br />Without her wig<br />People will stare<br /><br />A high school student<br />Her future was bright<br />She isn’t willing<br />To give up the fight<br /><br />Returning to school<br />It’s too soon to tell<br />Now she’s too sick<br />But time will tell<br /><br />Wanting to go<br />To her senior prom<br />If she’s not asked<br />She’ll go with her mom<br /><br />Football games<br />And her first kiss<br />For the time being<br />She’ll have to miss<br /><br />She wasn’t abducted<br />They know she’s here<br />On the side of the road<br />Her remains won’t appear<br /><br />A child abducted<br />You may never see<br />Once she’s kidnapped<br />She’s unable to flee<br /><br />She’s misses her family<br />She’s very scared<br />A child who’s sick<br />This can’t be compared<br /><br />A daughter who’s ill<br />May often survive<br />A daughter who’s missing<br />Was not found alive<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 10/24/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-2200929194924993607?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-8920435774979200152009-10-04T12:38:00.000-07:002009-10-04T12:40:39.861-07:00Most people have two faces<br />But only one you’ll see<br />The face that’s always pleasant<br />And treats you cordially<br /><br />Don’t trust them with a secret<br />When they’re behind your back<br />They like to talk about you<br />They’re talking you can't track<br /><br />Most people have two faces<br />Though you might never know<br />Unless you overhear them<br />Or someone tells you so<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 10/4/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-892043577497920015?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-65999982563295941372009-09-15T15:47:00.000-07:002009-09-16T07:41:35.246-07:00I went to a party<br />Was I a disgrace<br />Because what I wore<br />Was way out of place<br /><br />Casual attire<br />Is what I thought<br />A casual outfit<br />Is what I bought<br /><br />The women wore dresses<br />The men looked great<br />The pant suit I brought<br />I started to hate<br /><br />At least I didn't wear<br />Jeans that were torn<br />Perhaps I looked good<br />In what I had worn<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 9/14/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-6599998256329594137?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-11124281988998270962009-09-15T15:24:00.000-07:002010-04-01T09:51:38.659-07:00<a name="OLE_LINK2"></a><a name="OLE_LINK1">I have a business partner</a><br />And he’s a wealthy man<br />He always asks for money<br />I give him what I can<br /><br />And if I’m real successful<br />More money I will make<br />Although he's never worked<br />My money he will take<br /><br />My partner Uncle Sam<br />Knows when he’s not paid<br />His buddies at the IRS<br />Will make me quite afraid<br /><br />Collecting so much money<br />Has me quite concerned<br />But I will keep on giving him<br />The money I have earned<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 9/14/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-1112428198899827096?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-87319303406781133802009-09-15T15:12:00.000-07:002009-09-23T18:51:06.782-07:00No walking down the isle<br />No wedding vows exchanged<br />A wonderful reception<br />Their parents had arranged<br /><br />Married in St. Thomas<br />Though some could not attend<br />Would think about their wedding<br />Best wishes they’d extend<br /><br />Today we’re all together<br />Another celebration<br />With relatives and friends<br />Enjoying this occasion<br /><br />And happy that we’re here<br />To meet the groom and bride<br />A very handsome couple<br />Admire them with pride<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 9/14/09<br /><br />In honor of Emily and Derek's<br />wedding receptiion 9/13/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-8731930340678113380?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-52093045857200587082009-08-30T09:47:00.000-07:002010-11-28T15:40:32.363-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPLoU5lIXhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/th2IKxXbD7Y/s1600/Little%2Bbaby"><img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544749536998088210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWzppHIZlY/TPLoU5lIXhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/th2IKxXbD7Y/s320/Little%2Bbaby" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>Asleep in mommy’s belly<br />How could you be aware<br />That you’re a wanted baby<br />The answer to a prayer<br /><br />Most mothers eat real healthy<br />And wouldn’t smoke or drink<br />But those who harm their baby<br />Don’t care what people think<br /><br />And what about those young girls<br />Who get pregnant the first time<br />When there are married couples<br />Not conceiving in their prime<br /><br />Eventually these babies<br />Will be making their debut<br />Some parents know the sex<br />Some parents never knew<br /><br />Perhaps the little baby<br />Is born to someone wealthy<br />Of course it’s just important<br />For the baby to be healthy<br /><br />A crack addicted infant<br />Whose mother is unfit<br />She says sworn off dope<br />But knows she can’t commit<br /><br />And what about those babies<br />Whose mothers will confirm<br />They do not have a father<br />He just donated sperm<br /><br />Beginning in a test tube<br />Not carried by its mother<br />The money she’ll get paid<br />She just may have another<br /><br />Unmarried teenage girls<br />Are no longer sent away<br />Because there is no stigma<br />Or adopting if you’re gay<br /><br />You precious little boy or girl<br />Your sex she does not care<br />A new addition to her life<br />Much love she has to share<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 8/30/09</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-5209304585720058708?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-17126960782770083812009-08-25T17:23:00.001-07:002009-08-31T09:37:08.925-07:00You called my name<br />To go for a ride<br />And so I sat<br />Right by your side<br /><br />And after a while<br />You stopped the car<br />I didn’t know where<br />We must have gone far<br /><br />You let me out<br />But you didn’t stay<br />You left me alone<br />Now I was a stray<br /><br />Without any food<br />How could I survive<br />Didn’t you care<br />When taking this drive<br /><br />For years I had been<br />Your loyal friend<br />Plus your home<br />I’d always defend<br /><br />It might have been better<br />To go to the pound<br />With other dogs<br />That had been found<br /><br />You left me alone<br />Near a trailer park<br />Where I wandered<br />Alone in the dark<br /><br />No comfy place<br />For me to lie<br />I’m here alone<br />And wondering why<br /><br />A friendly dog<br />I was your pet<br />A healthy dog<br />Avoiding the vet<br /><br />The trailer folks<br />Were very kind<br />Their table scraps<br />I didn’t mind<br /><br />One day in the rain<br />And chilly weather<br />Another stray came<br />And we stayed together<br /><br />Your loveable dog<br />But you were unkind<br />Abandoning me<br />Were you out of your mind<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 8/25/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-1712696078277008381?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-56806707322570947352009-08-21T07:38:00.001-07:002010-09-26T16:20:27.329-07:00I hate when I misplace<br />Something that I had<br />I often blame my spouse<br />It makes me very mad<br /><br />It may be something big<br />It may be something small<br />Where could it have gone<br />I try hard to recall<br /><br />I’m usually quite lucky<br />And don’t lose many things<br />In fact I’ve never lost<br />My pretty diamond rings<br /><br />My house is very big<br />I'll put things everywhere<br />Something I once needed<br />And now I just don’t care<br /><br />I'll try hard not to lose it<br />I need to keep my mind<br />One day I really had it<br />Some days I cannot find<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 5/24/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-5680670732257094735?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-22605749248633346332009-08-19T08:55:00.000-07:002009-08-19T15:52:51.614-07:00If I had a daughter with depression<br />Who almost took her life<br />Swallowing bottles of pills<br />She was more than someone’s wife<br /><br />She had worked and raised a family<br />She would cook and clean and shop<br />She did so much laundry<br />There was little time to stop<br /><br />I didn’t know she was suffering<br />I didn’t know she was depressed<br />Did I do something wrong<br />If I did, I would confess<br /><br />If I had a daughter with depression<br />I’d know just what to do<br />Because I suffer from depression<br />I’d know what she’s going through<br /><br /><br />By, Randee Saber 6/28/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-2260574924863334633?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-41951067110140885002009-08-19T08:40:00.000-07:002009-08-19T15:50:44.830-07:00I did what they said<br />So I could fit in<br />I went and got married<br />I didn’t live in sin<br /><br />Of course I had children<br />Just two and not three<br />So now they‘re added<br />To my family tree<br /><br />Money was tight<br />I needed to work<br />I had horrible jobs<br />That made me berserk<br /><br />Too much pressure<br />As a mother and a wife<br />Plus having to work<br />Was a stressful life<br /><br />Weeks became months<br />Months became years<br />When the children left<br />I couldn’t stop the tears<br /><br />Not enough time<br />I could hardly find<br />To spend with my kids<br />When looking behind<br /><br />I paid my dues<br />I did what they said<br />A major depression<br />I had instead<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 9/20/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4195106711014088500?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-71769768325167823502009-08-18T18:29:00.000-07:002009-08-20T11:17:24.279-07:00<a name="OLE_LINK3">President Clinton’s</a><br />Affair was well known<br />Promising Hillary<br />He would atone<br /><br />Governor Spitzer<br />With his wife by his side<br />This former Governor<br />Proved he had no pride<br /><br />An upstanding man<br />They often said<br />Till the governor<br />Took a hooker to bed<br /><br />Senator Edwards<br />Though he could lie<br />About an affair<br />He tried to deny<br /><br />A candidate<br />For the presidency<br />His wife let him stay<br />Did he have to plea<br /><br />Hillary Clinton<br />The Secretary of State<br />She stood by her man<br />Now this is her fate<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 8/15/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-7176976832516782350?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-43686560906683321432009-08-18T15:41:00.000-07:002009-08-18T15:54:13.420-07:00A Gentlemen’s Club<br />A billboard sign<br />To entertain men<br />They think its fine<br /><br />Approaching the men<br />In just a thong<br />A skimpy place<br />Where tips belong<br /><br />Some clubs advertise<br />A free buffet<br />Hoping they’ll get<br />The men to stay<br /><br />Calling their wives<br />And saying they’re late<br />They’ll eat at work<br />No need to wait<br /><br />A Gentlemen’s Club<br />I never have been<br />One day I may get<br />The nerve to go in<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 8/15/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-4368656090668332143?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232925436546757.post-27261443035512194292009-08-18T15:09:00.001-07:002009-08-18T15:09:51.835-07:00Kristie Alley<br />A sitcom star<br />With her weight<br />She’s been at war<br /><br />Jenny Craig’s diet<br />Helped her get slim<br />But two years later<br />She wasn’t trim<br /><br />Butter and sugar<br />Plus no exercise<br />Put the weight on<br />To her surprise<br /><br />Why must she try<br />To lose the weight<br />Perhaps it’s because<br />Fat people we hate<br /><br />Christie Alley<br />Don’t worry honey<br />Eat what you want<br />And enjoy your money<br /><br />By, Randee Saber 8/15/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232925436546757-2726144303551219429?l=randeespoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randee Saberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824635828523075422noreply@blogger.com