Category: Poems

Ray Romine Poems

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Saga Of Artie

She had given the ring back to Arthur,
But was later persuaded to take
It again, when Art was left paintings–
Worth a million–by his Uncle Jake.

I suppose I’m unduly suspicious,
But there’s this little point I would make:
Was the “A” in the second “ART” capitalized–
When she said she loved Art for ART’S sake???

by Ray Romine Monday, October 14, 1946

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Saga Of Angus Mc Tim

He worked and struggled all his life
To die, and leave unto his wife
A fortune. While she laughed at him
Through life, she spends his dough with vim.

A telescope with unlimited range will
Show McTim as a thwarted Angel.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 8, 1947

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Safe In Sayin’?

Don’t think I’m hinting,
And don’t think me rude,
Nor starving, exactly,
If I mention food.

Don’t regard me as selfish,
Nor too near the top–
Nor worried about it,
If I should talk shop.

And don’t mistake interest
Please, for consternation
If I get the weather
In my conversation.

And I ask you, don’t think I
Believe I can fix
Every wrong in the world
If I talk politics.

To sum up, don’t read
Some excessively bum thing
Into what I say:
One must talk about SOMEthing!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 5, 1952

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Safe And Sayin’

Mac has charged the mainland;
Mac is back to stay.
But is Harry frightened?
He looks the other way
And merely shrugs his shoulders.
Why shouldn’t he look bored?
For Harry’s trusty fountain-pen
Is sharper than the sword!

by Ray Romine Thursday, April 19, 1951

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Saddle Saga

I took a yen to owm a bike,
For speed to me appeals,
And started out in search for one
Of red shade, with 2 wheels.
The bargain that I struck at last
Proved I had lots of buy-sense,
But I got pinched for riding it
Without a “Pedaler’s License!”

by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 7, 1951

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Sacrifice

A telephone line, new and straight,
Marches proudly to our gate.
Then wires lead in;
A Small bell shrills;
We’ve a telephone-and telephone bills!

The family cheers. I wanly smile.
I’ll get accustomed after while.
For, while I may be hard to please
I miss my clump of locust trees.

by Ray Romine Thursday, August 12, 1954