That lock you worked on (cost: one fin)
Is fixed, beyond a doubt;
[For sure] [It’s true] no burglar will get in,
[And neither will we — or out]
[And neither can we get out]
by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 2, 1949
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Overwhelming
I’m studying ways to improve
My personality. Here is what hands it
Such a jolt (it’s a laugh): I must cut it in half!
(I’m the only one who understands it.)
by Ray Romine Monday, October 15, 1951
Overwhelmed
I am afraid I can’t recall
Your name, but Baby, after all,
A face like yours–and who’s to blame?
(A rose, by any other name….)
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 15, 1946
Overtaken
I postponed it until tomorrow;
Now I find, and to my sorrow,
(Though it can’t come, the wise ones say)
Tomorrow just arrived–today!
by Ray Romine Friday, April 27, 1945
Overshadowed
The only good in a world crisis:
We forget the small troubles of you’s and I’ses.
by Ray Romine Friday, December 15, 1950
Overhead
When skies are blue, and Nature sings,
My spirit soars on carefree wings;
When skies are gray, and Nature bores,
My spirit falls asleep–and snores.
The most of us are tuned a bit
More with the skies than we admit.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 15, 1946
Overestimation
I sat, with an important sense,
To add up my accomplishments.
I drummed the desk; I hemmed; I hawed;
I searched through files and books. I clawed
In stacks of paper. Oh, the strain
As I bit nails and racked the brain!
(How clear it got as I proceeded
An adding machine would not be needed.)
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 30, 1951
Overdose of Jocose
The gag I spill, I love, until
You tell it, then I find it’s true
We ought to sneeze at that old wheeze
“Can’t eat your cake–and have it too”!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, February 14, 1945
Over Par
We know the Average Man;
The places he will go;
The home to house his clan;
His car for to and fro.
We check him pro and con.
He keeps one secret, though:
Just how the average John
Annexes all that Doe.
by Ray Romine Friday, November 4, 1949
Outward Bound
Smiling, features chisel-hewn,
First man sets down on the moon
After taking, with some pride,
A fast look at the Other Side.
Space is his: the moon, then Mars–
Stepping stones out to the stars!
Down the lanes of marching years
Man has flown above his fears.
by Ray Romine Sunday, June 29, 1952