Category: Observations

They’ll reach the moon,
And I have spoken.
(Laws were made
Just to be broken.)

by Ray Romine Thursday, December 7, 1950

Since so many less muscles
Are needed to place
A smile, it’s apparent
is simpler to “face.”

by Ray Romine Friday, October 12, 1951

Pleasures are many and varied and hidden-
And ninety-five percent forbidden.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, May 17, 1950

That agreeable person you like you may find
Is renowned as a chap who can’t make up hie mind!

by Ray Romine Thursday, May 17, 1945

It rains alike, so rumor states,
Upon the just’s and unjust’s pates.
The thoughtful mind rejects this lie–
Whose raincoat keeps the unjust dry?

by Ray Romine Wednesday, March 18, 1953

There are those things I really know ,
And those I Just pretend to;
There are the places that I go ,
And those which I intend to.

There are those lessons which I learn,
And those I wish I’d time for;
There are those $$ which I earn,
And those I merely rhyme for.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, December 20, 1950

The assets that I have accrued
Are, I think, too often viewed
As insignificant. I count
One friend as worth a large amount;
A Home, one’s family, cannot
Find their worth measured. And the pot
Of wealth we lump as “Nature” yields
Interest in all the fields
Of daisies, wheat, or roadside weeds,
Collecting sunshine. What are deeds,
And dross possessions, trite and cold,
Beside, to me, my own fool’s gold?

by Ray Romine Monday, January 8, 1951

The reason why the dreams I dream
Can never all come true,
Is that the dream that helps my scheme
May mean a loss for you!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 15, 1946

I walk into a restaurant;
I ask for sudden service,
And when an hour has elapsed,
I get a little nervous.

How pointedly, then, I ignore
The waitress’ outstretched flipper.
When today’s meals don’t arrive today,
I’m hanged if I will tip her!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 14, 1951

“Too Little and Too Late,” we should save
As the epitaph for America’s grave!

In a Weekly magazine,
Back on page 40,
I ran across a small item telling of wild rats
That have organized an army
And are moving east,
Bringing with them…. The Plague.
They’ve reached Kansas …
A few cities are making efforts to stop them.
Bubonic Plague! The Dread Scourge of the ages–
But we Americans–we are Americans!–
We must remain calm;
We do usually, about important things.
(We’re worse than the English)

Curious, I picked up the daily paper
To see whet the headlines might say
About this thing.
But all I found was,

“MAN SLAYS WOMAN OVER TENANT”, and
“CARDINALS WIN SERIES PENNANT.”

by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 16, 1945