Category: Poems

Ray Romine Poems

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Fall Guy

Although I’ve taken this and that,
And tried their cures, both new and old,
Each autumn something knocks me flat
Uncommonly: the Common Cold.

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 7, 1950

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Fall Cricket

To you, O small black armored voice,
The frost means death–no other choice
ls offered you. But human folk,
With all their blessings, still invoke
The Gods to curse their fates, their plight,
Til all too late they see the light,–
Too late to change, too late to fight.

Your short life, then, is more than aught;
This needful lesson have you brought:
A cricket rather would I be
Than man too blind the truth to see.

by Ray Romine Friday, September 24, 1943

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Fait Accompli

It may not be the thing to do;
I will not argue that with you;
It’s low; it’s base; good folk will shun it,
But you’re too late, my friend. I’ve done it.

by Ray Romine Saturday, January 27, 1951

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Fair Game?

Here is the reason, astute, profound,
Why I’m reluctant to mingle:
While marriage will take you home, safe and sound,
Who wants a four-bagger? I’ll single.

by Ray Romine Friday, July 4, 1952

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Fair Game

Success is a fine thing; I’d like to achieve it,
But my friends, who know better, would never believe it,
This way they’re convinced–who’s not ready to nail your
Hide to the door when you’re known as a failure?

by Ray Romine Sunday, May 21, 1950

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Fair And Warmer

All through the day the angry sun
Pushed heat through hat and home, like one
Demented , “We shall try the park~
I said, “It’s cooler after dark.”

But man proposes. As the light
Coalesces into night ,
Here we are confronted by
The white-hot stars of mid-July!

by Ray Romine Monday, December 10, 1951