Gad– think of all the campaign hooey
It took to elect a man named Dewey!
But do not cry and do not curth it–
I have a notion he’ll be worth it.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 13, 1948
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Portrait In Warm Colors
A layered cloud piled in the sky;
A lazy, jerking butterfly;
A puppy’s tongue hung out to dry;
Cicadas singing, keening high;
Heat-hanging leaves that droop and sigh;
First zinnias; a nighthawk’s cry;
Macadam roads that melt and fry;
Picnics; fresh blackberry pie;
A fledgling bird with questing eye;
A horde of insects, hungry, sly;
Clearance sales entreating “Buy!”;
Garden weeds that multiply;
Poets who sit–too tired to try:
This scrambled picture is July!
by Ray Romine Saturday, July 7, 1951
Portrait from Life
Let me tell you as you riot,
Noisy boy with lots of cheek,
In my search for peace and quiet
You’re the LAST thing I would seek!
by Ray Romine Saturday, April 8, 1950
Poor Risk
I’d like to be insured against
This cause of deep disgrace:
Bumping into someone
Whom I cannot place.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 5, 1950
Poor Harmony
I’m in tune with every season,
Even to my pile of pelf;
Here the days are at their shortest,
And I’m sort of short myself.
by Ray Romine Friday, August 18, 1950
Pony Express vs. Modern Mail
In a recent reature of the Centennial Celebration in Kansas City, Mo., it was proven that modern mail service is slower than the Pony Express (Postal Record)
If you want it after you’re a ghost,
Have it sent by parcel post.
You’d wait to know each other better?
Then pay your court by means of letter.
And if your friends like their news stale,
By all means, use the U.S. mail!
by Ray Romine Friday, July 28, 1950
Pointed View
Those streamlined barbs of yours to which
I do not seem to cater:
They really are much sharper, far,
When I re-use them later.
by Ray Romine Saturday, October 13, 1951
Point Of View
I shouldn’t have called you selfish, dear,
For wanting to go. You see,
I didn’t want you to, which was
Exactly as selfish of me!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 15, 1946
Point Of Difference
It’s not fiifficult to tell a
Nightmare from your income tax;
In the dream, they wake a fella
Just before he gets the axe.
by Ray Romine Thursday, November 1, 1951
Poetry Pays?
Now people tell me “why don’t you,
Instead of writing verse,
Get int’rested in something that
Will fatten up your purse?”
But I can’t see their point of view–
Why all this work and strife?
The little things we must enjoy
To get the best of life.
There’s music in the robin’s song
At break of every day,
There’s verse in all the posies wee
That nod along the way;
There’s rhythm in the butterfly
That wings his fitful way,
There’s song in every laugh and word
We utter through the day.
Can money buy for us these things?
No–money’s just a tease.
And so, as long as no one cares
I’LL DO AS I DAMN PLEASE!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 9, 1933