What makes a woman really smolder
Is to catch you looking over her shoulder.
by Ray Romine Thursday, February 4, 1954
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Honest, Honey, You’re Just Pleasingly Plump
Of dieting in general
I take a very dim view;
Lot of bother, starving father
To make a much too slim you.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 6, 1949
Homonotonous Sapiens
I dream my dreams;
I live my life;
I spoil my kids;
I love my wife.
I smoke too much,
And (great temptation)
Overate–
Before inflation.
I like a laugh;
Dislike to frown;
One day I’m up–
The next, I’m down.
I hate to walk;
I’m quite informal,
And int’resting?
Huh-uh. Too normal.
by Ray Romine Thursday, April 19, 1951
Home-Grown Prognosticator
My hobby centers on the weather,
So count on me to tell you whether
Tomorrow will be foul or fair,
And just what weight of underwear
To don should you be feeling frisky,
Or if picnicing would be risky.
I often gauge the depth of snow
And Just which way the wind will blow
A day ahead. But let’s admit it:
I miss as often as I hit it.
by Ray Romine Saturday, December 16, 1950
Home Town Stroll
It is a wonderful feeling to walk down the street
And have something in common with each man we meet…
There Is Pet (he’s the one who has Wall Street outsmarted;
When he went into business I helped him get started.)
Hi, Ed (he’s the owner of that panel truck,
The one I shoved last March when he had her stuck.)
Well, Bill! (That’s the boy with hard luck in his past–
He owes me a twenty from year before last.)
‘Lo, Herb ( I recall how I loudly admired him
At a time when his boss otherwise would have fired him.)
And Steven (who swore he would travel, and did.
When he went to Alaska we took in his kid.)
But suddenly life has lost much of its flavor,
For here comes old Joe, to whom I owe a favor!
by Ray Romine Friday, February 5, 1954
Home Sweet Home?
Now when we got married we fretted and fumed.
For we wanted a homey so bad.
This room and that room we struggled to fix
In keeping with each latest fad.
Lamps must be so and the poor radio
Suffered greatly from moving so much.
Furniture sighed as we earnestly tried
To make homey comfy and such.
All of this trouble we made for ourselves
And a sweet waste of time, too, by Gar!
All of this trouble to fix up our home,
And we spend half our time in the car.
by Ray Romine Saturday, September 23, 1933
Holiday?
It’s Christ mas a. m., and the gifts are unwrapped;
The kids have got games, and their father is trapped.
And out in the kitchen, who looks can find mother–
For her, any day is a lot like another.
(Except for her smile with that heavenly trace–
“God Bless you, dear family” all over her face)
by Ray Romine Monday, December 25, 1950
Hold Fast
With Christmas but a week away,
Appeared the other night
An Angel in a dream to me:
Robed in holy white.
Displeased, I thought his countenance,
But when he spoke, at last,
I sensed compassion in the voice
That to me cried, “Hold fast!”
“Despair not mortal–grasp thy Faith
When Right’s just light grows dim;
The Wings of Peace shall once more beat
If hold we fast to Him.
Though Christmas finds the world upheaved,
Perhaps ’tis for the best;
Our Lord in past great things hast wrought
Through seeing wrongs redressed.”
My dream made end, but not before
The moral did unfold:
”Hold fast to Faith”, the Angel said,
“And it will thee uphold!”
by Ray Romine Tuesday, December 8, 1942
Hobby Swap
Whatever your collection is,
I’ll beam. I think it’s fine!
Anything, chum,
To keep you from
Making fun of mine.
by Ray Romine Thursday, January 25, 1951
Hobby Sobber
A hobby is a fine thing, though
This for a loop has tossed me:
Why others’ hobbies bring ’em dough,
When my own only cost me.
by Ray Romine Friday, December 1, 1950