Category: Poems

Ray Romine Poems

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Fair And Cooler

Now that we’re raking
Leaves fast as they’re tuming,
Say we’ve cut out the baking
And taken on burning.

But inside the house,
While we’re out here toiling,
Is the fireplace. Next up
Is the season for broiling.

by Ray Romine Friday, September 18, 1953

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Facsimile

The fields of June are somehow right,
Alive with flowers stellar-shaped;
And June’s night skies, aburst with light,
Reveal the pattern flowers have aped

by Ray Romine Saturday, December 8, 1951

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Eye-spy

Discouraged, that new-purchased clothes
Evoke no whistles, Ah’s or Oh’s?
That the moustache, just showing through
Can’t earn itself a glance or two?
Do not give up, my laddie; try
Sporting a discolored eye.

by Ray Romine Saturday, December 1, 1951

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Extremely Annoying

My hair recedes;
My waist juts out;
I’ll soon be a bald
Unstylish stout.

Blood pressure’s up;
Vitality
Has found a brand-new
Low in me.

My nose has shine;
My wit is dim;
My hips spread wide;
My prospects slim.

Why can’t someone
Devise a plan
Whereby we could
Just average man?

by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 11, 1950

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Extra

To watch the flicker’s whistling flight,
That bright tail-patch exposed to view,
Is to speculate why other birds
Aren’t equipped with turn-lights too!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 2, 1954

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Exterior Decorator

Observe our sonny’s pitch-craft
With food–but stand aside!
It’s nothing short of witchcraft
If any gets inside.

The spoon he’s flipped and flourished
Has fed his cheeks and chin;
He’d be much nearer nourished
Were he turned outside in.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 20, 1949

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Exhausted

Yes, I live in a house by the side of the road,
With a skinful of ideals and mottoes.
My ear’s tuned to his pulse, as man carries his load,
But I can’t hear the pulse for his autos!

by Ray Romine Friday, September 7, 1951