Category: Observations

A man of experience, and bored, too,
Stops making the same old mistakes.
After all, he can almost afford to,
With all of the new ones he makes.

by Ray Romine Saturday, January 13, 1951

If Richard lived today and cried:
“My Kingdom for a Horse!”
He’d change a letter in one word–
You follow me–of course?

by Ray Romine Tuesday, April 2, 1946

As I rake, the song in my heart I hear
Is a paean for leaves that are crisped and sere.
Not that I’ve gone poetic and mushy–
They burn much better than when they’re slushy

by Ray Romine Sunday, November 11, 1951

Some mornings, now the year is new,
The car won’t start. Include me, too.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 16, 1950

This question has worried me–
So I will ask it:
Why is it waste paper
Prefers floor to basket?

by Ray Romine Saturday, October 16, 1948

The poem was started a week ago–
Today I’ve lost the mood;
I’d like to finish it, don’t ya know:
I sweat, I think, I brood.
But I cannot capture the theme, and so
I’m afraid I’ve lost the mood.

And all through our lives it’s the same darned thing:
What held us yesterday
Leaves us as cold as a last year’s fling,
If we take it up today.
So don’t put off until June to spring
The verse you conceived in May,
But finish the song you would like to sing
While the flavor SEEMS there to stay!

by Ray Romine Friday, March 24, 1944

He says he’s open-minded,
Which I believe, for–Brother!–
It’s sure as sin that things go in
One ear and out the other!

by Ray Romine Saturday, September 28, 1946

I sometimes think much more expedient
Were some fine fancy lie ingredient.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 3, 1951

A young man from the outskirts of Brussels,
Well-known for the way that he hustles,
For all of his ills
Took Vitamin Pills–
But the Pills tapped him for their muscles!

by Ray Romine Saturday, November 18, 1950

(A depression is hunger in the midst of plenty; a war-boom is plenty in the midst of hunger. )

by Ray Romine Sunday, April 15, 1945