Category: Poems

Ray Romine Poems

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It’s Logical

He hasn’t time to worship God;
That’s for others, see?
Yet he’s been known to call on Him
In an emergency.

And God is more than fair with him,
Treats him really fine,
Except that regulars are first–
The others stand in line.

by Ray Romine Friday, June 19, 1953

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It’s Good Too!

Here’s one precept
I can accept–
I’ll aid it and abet it:
“He who has health
Has more than wealth”–
And MILK’S the way to get it!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 10, 1946

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It’s Christms Day

It’s Christmas Day for you and me,
But what of Bud across the sea?
My heart all day has tribute paid
To one who crawls, a bit dismayed,
Across this awful war’s debris.

For him, no fire–no Christmas-tree;
No cheering sight of family—-
But, high above the cannonade,
“It’s Christmas Day!”

His face is turned, O Christ, to Thee–
This, Bud’s so-simple recipe
Has held him far from our parade
Perhaps alone, but unafraid,
As those of Faith shall ever be
On Christmas Day.

by Ray Romine Sunday, December 26, 1943

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It’s a Negative World

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

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It’s a Lovely Party, But it’s Getting So Late

My wife’s full of envy at Madeline’s gown;
She’s goggling at Ernestine’s furs;
She makes caustic cracks
Behind some of the backs
On figures sleeker than hers.

She’s wild about Hortense’s lipstick and rouge;
She turns a bit green at Sue’s pearls;
She’ll crave and she’ll covet,
She’ll eye and she’ll love it,
So long as it’ s some other girl’s.

But the gal that I envy’s that fortunate critter
Earning my dough back home while I’m bored here- -our sitter.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 15, 1950

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It’s A Good Thing I’m Adaptable

I scarcely notice it anymore
When I lie down on an apple core;
And popcorn punching into my side
I take, I flatter myself, in stride.
I manage wholeheartedly to ignore,
Pop bottles and peach seeds when I would snore.
Foreign objects do not inspire
A rage in me when I retire.
I sleep in the gutter, you think? Instead
I am victimized. My wife eats in bed!

(written at 4 AM from a twin bed’s wife’s note)

by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 11, 1954

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It Takes All Kinds

Take the bluster of November,
Add the gentleness of May,
And the glamor of December
If you want a perfect day.

With the tang of January
Put the spice of August’s noon;
Stir it well with February:
Heat the mixture, then, with June.

So the perfect day is average,
It would seem, and thus we find
One is scarcely more important
Than a plainer, poorer kind.

And the lesson to be heeded
If we take the human clan:
One is just as badly needed
As the fairer, richer man.

by Ray Romine Saturday, September 7, 1946