I think it’s quite conclusive
That, though taxis may confront one
For hours, they grow elusive
Should one want and hunt one.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 13, 1948
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Fan
I note a few contemporaries feel
Let down if each day now is not ideal.
But I say weather has a right to moods
And changes, like a man’s vicissitudes.
For me, spring flies too quickly, giving way
To hotter months already crowding May.
In boots and raincoat, let me splash and sing
Cherishing each sodden moment of the spring!
by Ray Romine Monday, January 7, 1952
Family Profit And Loss Statement
We total up what we have spent:
How grievin’ and distressin’
To find our entire income
Is just a dollar less’nI
by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 16, 1951
Familiarity
I ponder on the hopelessness
Of all society,
Perhaps because the specimen
That I know best is me.
by Ray Romine Thursday, July 6, 1950
Familiar Dialect
The planes and ships sent to Korea
May do far more good theah than heah.
While words don’t mean a thing
To Big Joe the Red King,
Force is still something to feah.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, June 28, 1950
Fame
0 what to do to make me famous?
How brand my name in fire on history’s page?
What course to take to be remembered,
And seem almost a god to future age?
Should I find a way to make the headlines,
Or blaze my name on movie-house marquee?
Or fight through life to make a million,
And turn the eyes of earth today at me?
Look back! The man who is remembered
Is not the one who thought of wealth alone,
Or worked toward fame as his objective,
Or took the time to call his soul his own;
Who lives for others need not seek her,
For Fame will rightly follow in his van;
Fame lasts with him who creates beauty,
Or sincere service does, for fellow man.
by Ray Romine Saturday, August 1, 1942
Falsies
True, a lot has been said that discounts ’em,
But you have admit it’s some stunt
When a gal, making mountains of molehills,
Puts that kind of a front!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 10, 1952
Fall Squall
We needed rain.
I washed the car.
Contrary clouds
Just wouldn’t jar.
I even cleaned
The windows then
On all the house–
No rain again.
And so I sprinkled
Dying grass.
No soap. I made
My final pass:
I bought two tickets
For the game.
As you’ll have guessed,
The showers came.
by Ray Romine Saturday, October 7, 1950
Fall Pall?
“A summer of shorts
Has grown old,” father snorts,
“I am fed up with looking. ” But then,
Very soon now a knee
Will be something to see,
And he’ll take up his staring again!
by Ray Romine Sunday, September 9, 1945
Fall Maple
One-half disrobed,
Arms overhead,
She sleepily
Prepares for bed.
Soon, from a blanket
White and deep
She’ll softly smile
From deepest sleep,
To dream (like any
Girl sixteen)
Of her next frock
In cool spring-green!
by Ray Romine Saturday, October 21, 1950