Money won’t buy happiness;
You can bet in advance on it.
But I’d grab the opportunity
To take a chance on it.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, February 17, 1954
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
You Are S0-0 Transparent
Do not cover, maid, your lantern
With a bushel: make some man turn.
You can do it with the way
All the damsels dress today:
Just exchange the lantern for a
Well-illuminated doorway!
(or ….same title)
Do not hide, sweet maid, your lantern
If you cannot make a man turn.
Brighten up, be cheerful, gay;
For the way you dress today,
You can trade the lantern for a
Well-illuminated doorway!
by Ray Romine Monday, September 10, 1945
You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet
Adversity may treat me rough;
But I will take a lot before
You hear me cry “I’ve had enough,”
For who can say what’s next in store?
by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 9, 1952
Yes, Dear
“You never tell me anything,”
My wife is fond of squawking-
The penalty that she must pay
Who is forever talking….
by Ray Romine Tuesday, March 28, 1950
Yearn To Earn
I think I shall never see
A Poet who surpasses me;
And yet there is this crushing thought:
Some few are paid, while I’m unbought….
by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 24, 1947
Yearly Event
The wayward boy in later years ,
Must sometimes think of thanking
Who, when he needed discipline,
Gave him a birthday spanking.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 10, 1951
Ye Olde Fall Daze!
The melancholy days have come
The Summer’s nearly gone;
The robin packs his bag and says,
“I think I’ll journey on.”
It’s tough to think the winter time
Is back tp play again;
But what would summer be without
A winter now and then?
And so I guess we’ll be content
With winter’s razzamataz–
And let the weather come and go
The way it always has!
by Ray Romine Friday, September 13, 1935
Xmas Eve
Wrapped gifts are placed beneath the tree;
While needles bomb us constantly;
The tree is leaning–dad, and fix
Four sets of lights where there grew six;
All the air waves, sound or sight,
Are clogged with good old Silent Night;
The kiddies heckle, “Please, mom, canta
Sit up this once and wait for Santa?”
But Mother worries, over-wrought
Over one gift still unbought,
While my day dreams are rearranging
Schedules to do my exchanging,
Then later, from my toss-wom hollow
I dream of all the bills to follow.
The angels mus t convulse with mirth
At what mere man terms Peace on earth!
by Ray Romine Monday, December 29, 1952
Wronger Sect
Be glad for Sunday, when we rest,
Relax, and sleep our very best,
Wait for the paper to arrive,
Sit on the lawn, or take a drive.
Now, Sunday turned up in the search,
By pious folk for good, in church;
But (it’s a fact which I deplore)
The irreligious rest much more.
by Ray Romine Sunday, December 31, 1950
Wrong Dep’t .
About the drouth some folks complain,
While others kick about the rain.
Some paw the ground when it is hot;
One faction rages when it’s not.
But I, with clothing, food bills, rents,
Leave the weather all to Providence!
by Ray Romine Friday, August 24, 1951