Category: Poems

Ray Romine Poems

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Hello

I dreamed an angel smiled at me;
She was as cute as sweet could be.
She had no wings nor harp, Her face
Will let me know her anyplace
I ever see her….who are YOU?
The dream I had is coming true!

by Ray Romine Monday, November 14, 1949

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Hell Smells!

Now Johnny, go and wash your face;
Be sure you’re clean–nay, surer–
Or you may wind up in the place
That’s almost filled with fuehrer.

And Nancy, be a different tot
And lose your trace of meanie,
Or you’ll end up in that hot spot
Designed for Mussolini.

The threat of Hell is dire indeed
With these twin thugs admitted;
So Heaven will be filled with speed,
And Good be benefited.

But there is one who can’t escape
These arch-fiends’ new-found level,
Who’ll learn in turn to bow and scrape–
Poor Devil!

by Ray Romine Thursday, May 3, 1945

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HeavyWait

When I consider how my life’s misspent,
My spare time wasted, doesn’t it seem strange
The thing that I most bitterly resent
Is waiting for the traffic lights to change!

by Ray Romine Saturday, September 17, 1949

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Heat-wave

Now, on the dry plains of summer,
With the sun reaching hot hands for noon,
I find an affection for winter
With its lemon-dashed sherbet of moon.

by Ray Romine Friday, July 9, 1948

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Heat And Serve

If he says he can cook,
He is one for the book;
It’s a trait that’s not usually man’s.
But he’s probably prone,
If he’s left on his own,
To prove it by opening cans.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 17, 1951

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Hearts Over America

Hearts over America are troubled and weary;
Some aching, some gloomy and sad.
Giving thanks may be hard for a home that has loaned
A son or a husband –or dad.

Let us stay , though , and muse on those other Thanksgivings,
When Peace from her throne ruled our land:
We thanked God for the calm and the strength of America,
And prayed they’d endure, hand in hand.

We were proud of our Fathers, all the way to the Pilgrims,
Who paid for our Peace with their lives;
We frowned upon War, but our hearts had to tell us:
“That’ s the price, for the land that survives.”

Now, it’s our turn to pay for those tranquil Thenksgivings,
And for those our descendants shall know;
Let’s be grateful, America, and cancel our debt ,
That Freedom shall flourish and grow.

Hearts over America are care-worn and strained ,
They’re worried and tired; but they’re true–
For we’re thankful we’re fighting, since battle we must ,
On the side of the Red, White and Blue.

(Written for a contest–we’ll never
hear from it again–Oct. 12-14-: 1943
(in pencil:) RIGHT! – 1950!!

by Ray Romine Thursday, October 14, 1943