Cancer

Invading our bodies

And we’re unaware

This silent killer

Does not even care

Why does this happen

Especially to the young

Invading our blood

Our breasts or lungs

With newer drugs

Many now will survive

But then there are those

Who soon won’t be alive

By, Randee Saber 2/2/2014

Howdy Doodle

Do you doodle at work

When the meeting is boring

To keep you awake

So you won’t start snoring

Do you doodle while waiting

For your dinner to appear

On a table with white paper

While drinking your beer

When I have the urge to doodle

Flowers will be drawn

They do look more like weeds

Growing on my lawn

My doodles aren’t good

An artist I am not

Doodles help me to relax

They’re not meant to be bought

So if you’re placed on hold

On anything you choose

Just doodle what you want

It will keep you amused

By, Randee Saber 4/1/13

Randee with 2 e's

My given name is Randee
It's Randee with 2 e's
Not I, or Y, or just one E
This name does not suit me

Randee's not a nickname
Most people often ask
I cannot change my name
It would be a tedious task

My parents weren't thinking
This name is for a boy
In England it means horny
Feeling Randy, oh what joy

My name that has 2 e's
Not I, or Y, or just one E
It's the feminine spelling
A name that was given to me

By, Randee Saber  8/12/2014

All Sexed Up

Sexting is now

A new obsession

And those who partake

Will make this confession

Junior high students

Think it’s cool

To sex their friends

While sitting in school

Using a smart phone

Lewd pics they’ll share

With a secret code

Will anyone care

And let’s not forget

Former Congressman Weiner

With his obsession

Oh, what a schemer

He risked his career

And that of his wife

Sharing his body

Was his Internet life

Playboy Magazine

And so many others

Adored by many

Husbands, and brothers

No longer will they

Sneak a peek in a store

With Internet porn

They can see much more

By, Randee Saber  11/19/2015

If there's a Mah Jongg Game in Heaven

If there’s a Mah Jongg game in heaven
I know that you’ll be there
Making lots of friends
Stories you can share

If there’s a Mah Jongg game in heaven

I know that you’ll have fun
Playing all the time
No housework to be done

If there’s a Mah Jongg game in heaven

Are you smiling down upon me
Remembering all the years we played
Though together we can no longer be

By, Randee Saber  11/2/2013

In memory of my beloved friend and neighbor
Barbara Jungman (Feb. 1951 - Oct. 2013)
who I knew for 25 years and
with whom I played Mah Jongg with every
Friday night for over 20 years.

Miss America came back

Hello pretty ladies

You were gone for a while
We missed your pretty faces
Your poise and your smile

You were taken to Las Vegas

That place just wasn’t right
But then you did return
Much to our delight

You belong in Atlantic City

Where it all began
As a swim suit competition
The local people ran

Back to Atlantic City

The parade will be at night
And every one of these ladies
Will be a beautiful sight

By, Randee Saber  9/4/2013

Miss America 2014: Pageant waves to Atlantic City once again

They arrived like an assembly of goddesses in the late-afternoon sun, light glistening off their 53 identical silver crowns. Positioned against a backdrop of Roman columns in the outdoor amphitheater of Atlantic City's Kennedy Plaza, beauties from around the country — the contestants in the 2014 Miss America pageant — gathered on the city's boardwalk for the first time in nine years.

The last Miss America to have her dream come true in Atlantic City was crowned in September 2004. The next year, the pageant left "America's Favorite Playground" for Las Vegas. This month, Miss America is back and both Atlantic City and New Jersey are rolling out the red carpet.

High School Reunions - Atlantic City High School, class of 1971

I may not desire
To live in the past
But high school for some
Was really a blast

High School sweethearts
The prom King and Queen
The class President
Who was squeaky clean

Sorority girls
How mean they could be
If you got to know them
You would agree

First in our class
Or a football star
The lucky ones
Had their own car

The popular kids
Hung out all the time
This social ladder
Was hard to climb

Both riot and snow days
We got off from school
Police in our building
Prevented a dual

A college degree
Was ours to pursue
Going into the service
Was an option  too

How many students
Would move far away
And how many beach bums
Would never stray

Those high school years
Have long gone away
But high school reunions
Will be here to stay

Randee Saber 7/31/2013

Comment:  My high school days were during Martin Luther King's assassination. These were very turbulent times and there was rioting in our school. The racial divide in Atlantic City High School was quite apparent and as such, there was a lot of tension.  Most of the white students came from middle class families that lived downbeach in Ventnor and Margate. We never had black students in my elementary or Junior High school. Though I was initially afraid of this integration, the majority of whites and blacks did not mingle. Also, there was quite a change from a strict dress code during our first couple of years to wearing jeans our senior year. I met my husband, ACHS class of '65 just six months after I graduated from ACHS in 1971 and we've been married 40 years.