Author: Ray Romine

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Changeover

One day I watch the snow clouds mask
The sun that wants to bring
Days in which wild flowers bask,
And I ask, “Where is spring?”

But when the warm sun really tries,
And cold clouds disappear,
A small blue butterfly replies,
“The spring? Of course, it’s here!”

by Ray Romine Friday, September 7, 1951

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Cave-man

He shivered on the damp dirt floor,
Stark terror’s naked slave,
Aware Tyrannosaurus Rex
Prowled above his cave.

Dovm all the crawling countless years
Man hasn’t progressed much,
For now he cowers on the floor
And dreads the A-bomb’s touch.

by Ray Romine Sunday, January 7, 1951

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Caution To The Pleasingly Plump

What is tasting so good, at the moment, to lips,
Can require several months to remove from the hips.

(But I, skinny soul–and this doesn’t seem right–
Cannot gain a pound from the tastiest bite!)

by Ray Romine Friday, September 12, 1952

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Catastrophe

The sun came up the self-same way
It always had, that fateful day.

I saw no threat in pink-washed clouds;
The mists did not resemble shrouds,
Nor in the notes of friendly bird
Was there a warning to be heard.
Oh, everything was quite the same!
There was no inkling anywhere
That Fate was blowing on the flame
Of Tragedy. But–it was there.

It looked like any other day.
The sun came up–you went away.

by Ray Romine Friday, March 29, 1946

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Cash Rash

There’re some who chew their pencils;
While others scratch their heads
To coax the brain to leave its torpid mire;
But while I may be funny,
Just the smell of filthy money
Is all the inspiration I require.

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 8, 1949