Now emptied is the golden glass
Of nighttime revelry;
Gray dawny fingers pluck and pass
To stark reality.
Today I ask, so real it seemed,
How much was fact, which part I dreamed?
by Ray Romine Saturday, August 19, 1950
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Reeled In
I thought I would a-fishing go,
In spite of my wife’s cackle,
And bought a rod and reel and flies
And much of other tackle.
But would there be, in such a sport,
A fearful drawback? Natch!
The fishing I find excellent:
The catching is the catch!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 7, 1951
Reds Please Note
For certain abuses
There exist excuses,
There is no denying the fact;
But what explanation
By what man or nation
Can cover default on a pact?
by Ray Romine Monday, October 3, 1949
Reds Curious? Not Atoll
On Eniwetok lately,
The AEC assured
Us, useful information
Was certainly secured.
Unanswered is the question
(It’s silly, I presume):
Useful facts and figures
Secured, but yes. By whom?
by Ray Romine Friday, June 15, 1951
Rediscovery
I know it’s trite just to repeat
“l love you ,” or to call you dear;
It may be silly that the beat
Of my heart doubles when you’re here.
It’s not original to find
That you disturb my peace of mind,
No, it’s not new, but I have found
It’s you that makes my world go ’round!
by Ray Romine Sunday, February 18, 1951
Redeeming Features
Thom aging share
One saving grace:
Who loses hair
Is gaining face.
by Ray Romine Monday, November 13, 1950
Redbreast
Through the rain the robin’s singing
Echoes buoyant, rolling, ringing.
While other birds have dripped and scolded,
Or disconsolately folded,
HIS song has its sunny lilt in–
Robins must have raincoats built in!
by Ray Romine Sunday, June 21, 1953
Red-bud
She’s spring-gowned, lovely; and I think
Modesty turns our tree her pink.
Aware she’s center of the show,
A maiden blushes, even so…
by Ray Romine Wednesday, April 18, 1951
Red Squirrel
The quickest thing upon the farm,
He climbs trees at the least alarm
But if I’m still as I can be,
He’ll come right up quite close to me,
And cock his head, and gravely stand
To make small food bits from my hand.
Then, to pay me back, this friendly chap
Drops nutshell coins into my lap!
by Ray Romine Saturday, January 10, 1953
Recompense
I missed the fresh red-clouded dawn;
The housework held me tied today;
Red roses bloomed upon the lawn;
But cleaning called–I couldn’t stay.
A cardinal insisted I
Join him, but where was time for play?
Home tired from work, Pete caught my sigh:
Kissed my stray curl–and saved the day!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 3, 1951