He’s a black-and-white fellow as neat as can be
Who lives catching fish in the Antarctic Sea,
And while there’s no doubt that he’s reaJly a bird,
He looks a lot more like a waiter to mel
by Ray Romine Saturday, February 6, 1954
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Pencil
There’s magic in a pencil;
It draws curved lines and straight,
And if I hold it steadily,
It makes a figure 8.
But then when Sister borrows it,
It isn’t quite the same,
For she wrote off a note with it,
And even signed her name!
by Ray Romine Thursday, February 14, 1952
Peek Beneath These Gray Hairs
Just when I think I’m growing up,
Someone yells “Fire” or “Dinner-time”,
And who is first to stare or sup?
I’m.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 6, 1950
Pedestrian To Motorist:
Bump me gently, dear old coot,
And take thy time arriving:
Tomorrow, thou mayst be afoot,
While I just might be driving.
(In front of me, these drawbacks shine:
Two thousand bucks, and stand in line!)
by Ray Romine Monday, September 16, 1946
Pedestrian
Leaping nimbly, leaping far,
Knowing where the loop-holes are,
Panting, praying, cursing, sighing,
Squeezing, dodging, diving, flying;
He lives in fear, and there’s a reason:
With him it’s always open season.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 26, 1952
Pedal, Pedal, Toil And Treadle
A sort of happy medium
I think I’ve found in biking:
It relieves the auto’s tedium
Without the strain of hiking.
But I’d relinquish my two-wheeled treasure,
Nor miss its lustrous sheen,
Could I trade the darned thing (with pleasure)
For some tires* and gasoline!
*If you think this refers to bicycle tires, kindly help
yourself to another guess.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 10, 1943
Peace Offer?
Say the Redskis, “Since we aren’t able
To whip ’em, we’ll try them with fable,
For our Uncle Sam
Is an innocent lamb
We can slaughter at Conference Table.”
by Ray Romine Friday, June 29, 1951
Pause That Doesn’t Refresh
Man waits on trains;
He waits on busses;
He waits in dusty
Terminuses.
He waits to view
Great works of art;
He waits on games
And shows to start.
He waits on plumbers
(Waits and curses);
Waits on dentists,
Bell-hops, nurses;
He waits to eat;
For clerks to clerk;
He waits on coffee
Pots to perk.
He waits while bosses’
Axes fall;
He waits on woman
Most of all.
by Ray Romine Saturday, September 9, 1950
Pause In October
There are, of course, a lot of ways
To show my doubt is one more wraith;
But perfect golden autumn days
Bolster perfectly my faith.
The feather touch of dropping leaves
That richly carpet smiling hills
Are sweet protection earth receives
For trilliums and daffodils.
Ten thousand times I see the proof
God holds my soul above the sod;
And yet somehow remain aloof
From Him till fall binds man to God.
by Ray Romine Saturday, October 13, 1951
Pause for Reflection
There was a young girl from Madeira
Who resisted attempts to get neira.
But Oh the disgrace
When she fell for the face
That she saw every day in the meira.
by Ray Romine Monday, June 27, 1949