Category: Poems

Ray Romine Poems

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Found Wanting

Martin Lucindus Gedunk, MD,
Took his feet from his desk and regarded me
As he would have a germ beneath his lens,
Or an escapee from the cattle pens.

“You don’t live right!” His thunderous roar
Unnerved me completely. “And furthermore–“
I pleaded guilty; he sentenced me
To a diet of little besides weak tea.

Then he added., to insult, an injury
Which I called a fine and which he termed “fee”.
And, still without laughter upon his face,
He waved me out, and proclaimed “Next case!”

by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 8, 1951

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Foul Fall Fiend

I know this wind that shakes the trees
Converts, come spring, to April’s breeze;
I know it opens winter buds,
Crocuses, and eyes of spuds,
And brings out marbles, kites and skaters,
Garden tools and teen-age daters.
Knowing affects, though, not at all
Its rattling my morale in fall!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, April 25, 1951

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Forty-one

When everything is going well
I’m young, I’m dashing, I’m rake-hell.
But when skies gray and tempests rage–
That is when I feel my age!

by Ray Romine Sunday, June 24, 1951

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Forgive Them, Father,

Hogs and canines, I am told,
Turn green at what goes in my hold.
Fellow humans enter spasms
At things that soothe my inner chasms.
Friends of mind with quite broad miands
Have hysterics at my viands;
And some who lap up beer and skittles
Cry heinous things about my vittles,
I do not mind my hecklers’ glee–
The less they eat, the more’s for me.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 6, 1949

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Forerunner

The stars of wintertime are cold
Iced points of pure disdain,
While those of March blow overbold,
And April’s foretell rain.
But lo–the skies of this newcomer:
The stars of Maytime promise summer.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 4, 1950

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Forerunner

October’s here: the day is fair;
The sun has warmed the night-chilled air.
With every gust of zesty breeze,
Leaves are taking leave of trees
To form a rug of varied hue
Upon the lawns and avenue.
And yet despite this summer’s day,
A note of winter has its say,
For this same wind today would go
So very well with ice and snow!

by Ray Romine Thursday, October 24, 1946