One small black dot upon a plain;
One flower blooming in the rain;
One leaf upon a wind-tossed tree;
One life, one love, one you for me .
by Ray Romine Thursday, November 16, 1950
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Outside And Inside
My little brother and I have fun
Playing outdoors m the sun;
Over the hill and under the trees,
Watching squirrels and laughing with bees.
But when rain threatens, we give a shout,
And race inside to watch it begin.
Mother says she’s a bit “put out”
At rainy weather, but we’re put in!
by Ray Romine Sunday, April 19, 1953
Outnumbered
Figures astronomical
One practically ignores
Beside the estimated cost
Of even “little” wars!
by Ray Romine Thursday, July 13, 1950
Out The Window
Through our front window I can see
A great wide world out there for me;
A world of homes and trees and grass,
With people, dogs and cars that pass.
And yesterday I saw go by
A black and yellow butterfly.
I watch and watch. It’s really fine–
This life-size picture book of mine.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 8, 1952
Out Of This World 1954-final
Is termed a “windbag”–loves to boast
Of qualities denied to most;
But stays, despite his claims to others,
One jump behind his modest brothers.
by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954
Out Of This World 1954-09-19
This one’s giggle may not be
The sign of strict matruity;
Yet hardly useless, for, perhaps
It fills a lot of awkward gaps.
by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954
Out Of This World 1954-09-05
Scared, “backward.” she is sure she’s shoved
Unfairly–snubbed, ignored, unloved
The truth perhaps would make her scoff:
Her OWN fear frightens others off.
by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954
Out Of This World 1954-07-25
She would be thinner, and she might
If she could curb her appetite.
Some things in this world are too handy–
One of them is chocolate candy.
by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954
Out Of This World 1954-07-11
Pop wears scuffed shoes upon his feet
To keep her feminine and sweet;
But she wears shirts and jeans with vim,
Quite out-masculining him!
by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954
Out Of This World 1954-06-13
He would play ball; she’d be a star,
Instead of being what they are.
They sit about with eyes all misted;
Result: two sets of values twisted.
by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954