Category: Fate

A Postman pauses,
Soul in eyes,
watching airplanes
Loop the skies.

A caterpillar,
Travel-wise,
So regards
The butterflies.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 25, 1946

Insistently the earth is rent
By loud and fearful clamor;
The males find them power-bent–
The females cry for glamour.

Unchecked by more than casual notes,
Populations mount;
But cannon-fodder and the votes
With politicians count.

All conservation common-sense
Is lost for “Get the Money.”
The situation grows intense:
Comedians laugh. It’s funny.

Last bug, upon a rock, some day,
Surveying barren land,
Will rise above himself to say,
“So hard to understand.”

by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 26, 1952

0 Fate that tangles up my life,
How are your favors rationed?
I’ve tasted shares of your sour wares–
But where’s the candy stationed?

I’ve taken what you’ve handed out,
Manlike, but what of that?
Between the blows and subtle woes
Might not there be one pat?

0 Fate, I do not ask for much,
But to relieve the tedium
It almost seems between extremes
You could tum up a medium!

by Ray Romine Thursday, October 4, 1951

To him who cries “What Next?” I say
Despair not, but believe
That Fate, who loves so well to play,
Has something up her sleeve!

Let’s carry on, old boy, shall we–
In customary fashion,
Sure that Fate will guarantee
Each his normal ration.

It seems it isn’t what we get,
Nor if we hang in tatters:
It’s HOW we take what we have met
That matters.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 29, 1952