Category: Poems

Ray Romine Poems

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Small Rivers

Where flow small rivers in their quest for sea,
Across the pebbles, and around a stone,
Between the chiseled banks where winter’s end
Sees droves of white dentaria April-blown;
Where great white oaks and sycamores unbend
Above the water turning into foam;
Along this water-path a soul might mend–
Here let me settle; let me call it Home.

by Ray Romine Monday, June 8, 1953

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Small Hotel

I looked for peace and quiet here,
And so far I have found
But clash and clatter, rush and roar,
And beds all wired for sound.
I could ask for my money back,
But I don’t have the heart,
Since that would make the racket and
The riot REALLY start!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 8, 1951

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Sluggard Speaking

For ages folks have admired the ant,
And sneered at the grasshopper’s folly. I can’t,
For though I work like the ant, and complete what I start,
I guess I’m really grasshopper at heart!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 27, 1952

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Slow Burn

It matters not how hard I try,
It seems quite evident that I,
With prices, taxes, going higher,
Will never set the world afigher.
In fact, with pants in rags and patches,
Where could I carry bombs or matches?

by Ray Romine Friday, March 16, 1951

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Sling the Hammock

Time again to wonder where
We shall spend two weeks this summer.
Or shall we lengthy trips forswear,
Pay the butcher and the plumber,
And vacate here at home, decorous,
While they–{with their dough}–travel for us?
{It’s their dough!}

by Ray Romine Monday, March 20, 1950