It was only make pretend

He really seemed to like me
He had a lot of charm
He liked to be flirtatious
He thought there’d be no harm

He reveled in his power
He knew I had to work
He took advantage of me
He was driving me berserk

He wanted me to be with him
He mentioned it a lot
He thought of just himself
He put me on the spot

He thought I was sincere
He hoped I was his friend
He made me play a game
He said my job would end

He wanted to control me
He knew I couldn’t complain
He knew he was the boss
He was driving me insane

I had to keep this job
I had to keep the pay
I didn’t know what to do
I hoped he’d stay away

I now feel like a coward
I didn’t want romance
I should have told on him
I lost my only chance

I had to move away
I knew it all would end
I thought he really liked me
I know it was make pretend

By, Randee Saber 5/2/06

Why did you get a Chihuahua

Why did you get a Chihuahua
There are dogs of many breeds
This dog can not protect you
How does it fill your needs

How far can this dog walk
I’m sure it does get tired
Refusing to continue
So carrying is required

And do you feel secure
When strangers come to call
They'll see this little dog
Who scares no one at all

Does it play fetch the ball
And does it know some tricks
I’m sure like other dogs
It's private parts it licks

This teeny, tiny dog
Be careful not to squash
And when collecting laundry
Be careful not to wash

It doesn’t eat too much
Less dog food you will buy
When sitting near the table
Your food you can't deny

And just like other dogs
It messes on the grass
But it will go unnoticed
Whenever people pass

These dog are very brave

When big dogs do come near

They will not run away

Because they have no fear

Those who like Chihuahuas
I needn't wonder why
But any pet you get
Adopt before you buy

By, Randee Saber 3/22/07

Why did it pick mine

Of all the homes around
It blew mine to the ground

I was making mashed potatoes
Then along came this tornado

It flew in one big circle
Choosing my home to encircle

No other homes were gone
My debris was on their lawn

There were other homes to choose
Was my home hard to refuse

Lightening strikes your house
The fire can't be doused

Or water from a flood
Can fill your home with mud

Rodents may infest
Or any other pest

Why was your home picked
No one could predict

It's just a part of living
And stress it keeps on giving

By, Randee Saber 3/19/07

The ink had faded over the years (villanelle poem)

The ink had faded over the years
A telegraph written long ago
The paper was stained with her tears

The uniform had disguised his fears
Anxious yet sad, he’ll dutifully fight
The ink had faded over the years

A promise to recite his prayers
A final embrace before going away
The paper was stained with her tears

He missed the parade with all the cheers
A father, a son, a brother returned
The ink had faded over the years

No meeting friends to drink a few beers
No tender moments while being alone
The paper was stained with her tears

Without hesitation, with hidden fears
Serving his country, forsaking his life
The ink had faded over the years
The paper was stained with her tears

By, Randee Saber 3/10/07

Baby's bronze shoes

Dipped in bronze
Baby’s first shoes
Treasured memories
Not wanting to lose

Those first baby steps
To write in a book
Each difficult step
Her baby took

Those little white shoes
Worn just for a year
The polish was scuffed
But still they were dear

That first pair of shoes
She couldn’t discard
Treasured moments
Outside in the yard

Dipped in bronze
And then displayed
Remembering how
Her baby played

Those shoes disappeared
And couldn’t be found
Reminders of footsteps
So soft on the ground

Baby’s bronze shoes
Had gotten too old
And thrown away
When her house was sold

By, Randee Saber 3/5/07
Poets Northwest Contest
3rd Place Honorable Mention, 2007

Anything goes

Cole Porter’s song
Anything Goes
Was sung long ago
In a Broadway show

But who could foresee
In the olden days
Everything goes
Is now the craze

Anything goes
But it’s okay
They’re out of the closet
Those who are gay

Surrogate mothers
Are now being paid
To have a baby
By not getting laid

Fertility problems
There's donated sperm
This bank is for women
No interest they’ll earn

Here comes the baby
Then comes the bride
Her little bridesmaid
Is right by her side

He looks like a lady
She looks like a man
Changing your sex
Now everyone can

Piercing the tongue
The navel and nose
Not just the ears
Cause anything goes

Everything goes
Nowadays
Since no one’s about
To change their ways


By, Randee Saber 2/7/07

Pay phones still exist

Today I saw a man
Outside a local store
Talking on a pay phone
Like many years before

Pay phones you could use
While waiting for a train
And many could be found
While waiting for a plane

Inside a little booth
You had your privacy
Since it was made of glass
Inside it all could see

Some would talk awhile
It soon became their shrine
Then before you knew it
In front was one long line

Others were impatient
They had to use the phone
No one ever realized
A cell phone they would own

They’d soon have conversations
Where everyone could hear
And talk while they are driving
So they could hardly steer

I’m glad I saw that payphone
So I could reminisce
When many were around
Now very few exist

By, Randee Saber 3/3/07