Category: Poems

Ray Romine Poems

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Once it Was Cans

When I compliment the wife upon
Her cooking without a flaw, it
May come back, “That’s pretty good, John,
But that ain’t the way I thaw it!”

by Ray Romine Wednesday, May 17, 1950

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On Xmas

‘Way up in the stratosphere,
Mother Goose, the quaint old dear,
Is plucking geese, so legend goes
To fix us up with Christmas snows.

And Sol so many miles away
Is getting set for Christmas Day,
To glitter o’er the snow we’ll get
(Of course we haven’t got it yet).

And Jacky Frost, away up north,
Prepares himself for faring forth
To do his bit as best he can,
(He’ll probably go too far again.)

Now, have you done your part this year
To help along the Christmas cheer?
The elements have all come through–
The rest, it seems, is up to YOU!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 1, 1935

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On Wishing For The Moon

Folks who measure life with money
Are Just funny,
Price for me one happy day:
How much would I have to pay?
Appraise the smallest winking star;
Tell me what the sunsets are
Worth in terms of money?

Place me, Fates, between the greedy
And the needy.
If each day provides its bread,
Clothes, and shelter overhead;
Nature’s show for eye and ear;
Friends to know, and loved ones near,
I cannot be greedy.

by Ray Romine Friday, September 26, 1947

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On Way Home From Work

Along the street I take me blithely;
I swing light-heartedly and lithely.

The cares that bother every day
Are at this moment put away.

The troubles of the daily grind
Are happily a mile behind.

The air is fresh; the trees are green;
A small bird sings away unseen.

Right now I do not care who collars
Tax-assassinated dollars.

This zestful walk, this picker-upper,
My sole concern–and what’s for supper!

by Ray Romine Monday, February 25, 1952