Ah–here’s the season of better eating,
And over and/or under-heating
by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 29, 1950
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Lines Groaned From Prostrate Postion In Front Yard
We own but two garages, and
Each one would hold a barge;
The number of spots our kids could park
Their bikes, runs very large.
Our back porch is a roomy one,
But it’s some little stunt
To get the kids to use it with
A sidewalk out in front!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 7, 1951
Lines Grated After Peering Into High School Annual
The hard-luck kid
Who’s the clumsy clown,
The one whose bread lands
Butter side down,
Who studies the lesson
That wasn’t assigned,
Whose fingers are thumbs,
Is the one you’ll find
As the self-same lad
Who, grown up, got her–
The town’s rich banker’s
Beautiful daughter.
by Ray Romine Friday, December 8, 1950
Lines From Between Clenched Teeth While Preparing For Party
Fiendishly,
Almost, I scurry;
Scare the Mrs.–
“Honey, hurry!”
Skip the buttons
That won’t show;
Shirt tucked half in:
Here we go,
To discover
(Such is fate)
Everybody
Else is late.
by Ray Romine Monday, August 13, 1951
Lines From Between Clenched Teeth While The Wife Sobs In Bedroom
Here I sit, feeling completely rotten:
I remembered a birthday I should have forgotten.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, April 11, 1951
Lines For Someone Very Special
I cannot pray somehow for gain,
Nor power over fellow-man;
I, rather, thank Him for this world
And for my being part of plan.
Enjoyment of our verdant earth
Will never give me time to cry.
There’s love; there’s laughter; and there ‘s you–
And time to watch a butterfly.
by Ray Romine Friday, September 12, 1952
Lines for Have-Nots
Money is, you’ll quickly learn,
What those who have lots of it spurn.
by Ray Romine Sunday, September 24, 1950
Lines For a Seventeenth Anniversary
Though my wife’s days consist
Of trouble and violence,
Who will insist
That she suffers in siolence?
by Ray Romine Wednesday, June 28, 1950
Lines For A Fortieth Birthday
Tell me I’m sitting in clover;
Encourage me, cheer me, go on;
Say that life’s only half over–
But the half I am sure of is gone.
Preach attitude, and the old fable
A man’s just as old as he feels;
Ignore my gray hairs, and at table,
My too-close attention to meals.
Regale me with stories inspiring
Of folks who, much older than I,
Got rich through their efforts untiring,
Sheer pluck, and the old College Try.
Assure me I’m peppy as Rover,
And while I am breathing What Rot,
Repeat life is only half over–
The half I can count on is shot.
by Ray Romine Thursday, March 15, 1951
Lines Explaining Why Some Efforts Are So Half-hearted
I’ll try again! I’ll turn the page;
I’m full of fight; I’m far from whipped.
And yet a comeback’s hard to stage
Without admitting I have slipped.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 3, 1951