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!

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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.

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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.)  

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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.

French Cafe (poem by me)

I own a petite cafe in South France
Overlooking the sparkling azure sea
The apron-clad staff serves some top cuisine
But mainly fine china filled with black tea.

Chef Christopher becomes so furious
No one orders his finely prepared food
Because he poured his heart and soul in it
But the customers are not in the mood.

I console him and say the tourists stress
About the growing size of their own waist
They say his creamy dishes look divine
Even when they refuse to take a taste.

I tell the chef to breathe in the sea air
And remember his wage is more than fair.
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ANALYSIS

"French Cafe" was written as a light fictional poem, but there is more here 
to chew on. On the spiritual level, it echoes the sentiment of the 
parable of the workers in the vineyard. Matthew 20:13 states, 
“But he answered one of them, ‘I am not being unfair to you, friend. 
Didn’t you agree to work for a denarius?'" Shouldn't we appreciate the 
opportunity to serve Christ rather than allow pride to stir up anger over 
disappointments? Although we may not all enjoy a creative career on the 
coast of France, we do all have blessings we can choose to focus on in 
our lives. Thanks for reading "French Cafe" and its analysis. Have a 
blessed day!   

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A Christian Poetry Collection. Details here: Call for Submissions.

A Hard Lesson (poem by me)

After I give a public speech,
I find lettuce in my teeth;
My body was never fit for a bikini,
and my car isn't exactly a Lamborghini;
I've learned not to rethink my words and dwell,
but to clear my mind and say, "Oh well!"
Impressing people is an exercise in futility
because God is teaching me the virtue of humility;
He is making me more humble like His Son;
I only wish it wasn't such a hard lesson.  

"Wisdom’s instruction is to fear the Lord,
and humility comes before honor." —Proverbs 15:33

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