Poem to Santa from Me

Santa, if you are able—I have a big wish,
Please add maple cabinets for me to your list,
While you are at it—a pretty new floor,
And a modern backsplash, I would simply adore.

I have done the best I can without complaint,
Our old stuff has been fixed up with layers of paint,
But our cabinets are still just particle board,
And the linoleum floor could win an Ugly Award.

This year, I’ll admit I yelled at the kids a little,
Okay, maybe a lot or somewhere in the middle,
But one broke curfew; the other an end table,
They won’t change by the gentle retelling of a fable.

I won’t mind the elves banging and hammering away,
Just PLEASE give me a new kitchen on this Christmas Day!

*Only a little time left to submit your short story for Menagerie. Details here: https://drawneartochrist.com/call-for-submissions/.

Ode to Tan (poem by me)

Tan, oh tan,
Where art thou?
See me so pale,
I look pallid—
almost sickly.

When you were here,
I looked at least
ten pounds thinner,
Remember summer—
skin all a glimmer.

No, I won’t try
to stir your sleep
with a fake cream,
I’ll wait on you, dear,
At least until spring.

*Only a little time left to submit your short story for Menagerie. Details here: https://drawneartochrist.com/call-for-submissions/.

The Change (poem by me)

It was during harvest season,
When the autumn wind howls
I noticed a change in the mam
She had surely gone mad.

Her skin became sallow,
Her clothes no longer fit,
Black hair bulged out,
Rage was her prince.

She sought relief from balms,
Sent for the apothecary,
Applied some homeopathy,
No treatment could be found.

Beads of sweat dripped down,
Hell’s fire blazed within,
There was no hope for her,
Menopause had set in.

Muhahahahhah……..

 

Hide the Duct Tape (poem by me)

When we were first wed, my groom was hot,
He gave me things that could not be bought,
It wasn't until things got broke,
That I learned what his strengths were and were not.

I can fix stuff but I'm not that strong,
So my Honey-Do List was pretty long,
I was forced to admit in the end,
"Babe, it works but it's fixed completely wrong."

"You're smart and full of potential, Hank,
But fixing stuff with duct tape is so jank,
Buy a saw and a drill,
Go get some money from the bank."

Sixteen years later, I am proud to say,
Leaks and breaks don't keep him at bay,
He fixes things with skill,
And even trains our teen son named Trey. 

*Many of my poems are fiction, but this Rubaiyat poem truly captures
the amazing transformation of my wonderful husband. (Sadly, my cooking 
has not improved one bit since the day we married.)  

**Draw Near is now accepting poems for Blessed Creation:
A Christian Poetry Collection. Details here: Call for Submissions.

Perspective (poem by me)

While Noah was seeking refuge,
I was enjoying the deluge,
When you're a great white shark like me,
A flood just increases your territory.

Thanks to man's dirty dealings,
The rain gave us vaulted ceilings,
Within a forty-day time span,
The flood opened up our floor plan.

Each one of us hosted delicious feasts,
Until the floodwaters decreased,
We felt more than a little defeated,
When the excess water retreated.

Why it had to end, we may never understand,
But we heard that it worked out for Noah and his clan.

*Draw Near is now accepting poems for Blessed Creation:
A Christian Poetry Collection. Details here: Call for Submissions.

**"Perspective" is a fictional poem that seeks to show that world events 
can be seen as either a curse or a blessing based on the perspective. 
A flood that plagued mankind is a historical event recorded in Genesis 6-8. 
There is a bit of controversy surrounding whether or not sharks survived the 
flood. A great website named Got Questions addresses difficult questions 
using Scriptural support. Read their answer to whether or not sea creatures 
survived the flood here: http://www.gotquestions.org/fish-flood.html.

Little Things (poem by me)

I wanted to travel around the world,
And smuggle Bibles across borders,
Or maybe care for disabled children
In an Asian village orphanage.

I wanted to do something big for God,
No order was too tall,
But the Lord said to me, 
"Can you do something small?"

Can you raise a family?
And work hard at your job?
Can you love your neighbor?
How about adopt a stray dog?

After all these years, I say it with a wink,
"Lord, these little things are harder than you think."

*Draw Near is now accepting poems for Blessed Creation: A Christian Poetry
Collection. Details here: Call for Submissions.

A Trip to the Zoo (poem by me)

It was a beautiful day,
So I visited the zoo,
A sign said "Wild Cats This Way,"
Soon they came into view.

The tiger's eyes said,
"I'm gentle as rain;
Come pat my head,"
So I leaped over the chain.

It was a brief embrace,
I'll cut to the chase,
That's how I lost my calf bone,
It's best to leave tigers alone.

*Draw Near is now accepting poems for Blessed Creation: A Christian Poetry Collection. Details here Call for Submissions.