Be careful when you feel your oats.
Self-faith is splendid, but
Go easy, lest the groove you’re in
Turns out to be a rut.
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 9, 1951
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
One-Way Stretch
Two things that will not mix at all
are Gasoline and Alcohol;
Two more that give most parents jitters:
Their Budgets and their Baby-sitters.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, November 8, 1949
One-part Angel
The good that deep within us sings
Reveals itself in trifling things.
The miser, crabbed, warped, aloof,
Talks to the pigeons on his roof.
Who drops a dog a friendly pat
Is easier to like for that.
He has a good side, Heaven knows,
Vho stops and bends to smell a rose.
Man walked with God before he fell;
If you would judge him, know him well.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 13, 1952
One-hand Shakes
He talks with it and waves about
The hand that isn’t on the wheel–
Expressing confidence, no doubt,
I, riding with him do not feel.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, November 21, 1951
One Way
I drive me to the market with
A ten-spot in my pocket.
The car goes to the pawn-shop next–
To eat, I’ll have to hock it.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 28, 1951
One Star
One star in all the sky full
Told them where He lay;
One star led them to Jesus,
Asleep upon the hay.
That star in all its glory
Shines now both night and day;
The blessed Light of Jesus
That guides our steps today.
by Ray Romine Friday, June 11, 1954
One Of the Boys Speaks From Overseas
But few things matter anymore,
Here, where Home’s denied us;
Yet, those few things, while small, perhaps,
Are fighting here, beside us.
A letter from Mom, or a note from Sis,
Or a cheery scrawl from Father–
I, for a time, am Home again:
I’m sure it’s worth their bother.
It may have been word from the Only Girl
That made today outstanding,
Or a letter from a friend who has
Uncommon understanding.
A soldier’s no greater than his morale–
Which is easy enough to better:
You folks at home can win this war–
Sit down and write a letter!
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 19, 1943
One Might Animate Suspendedly
In winter-time one shovels snow;
In summer, there is grass to mow;
In autumn one must rake one’s leaves;
In spring it’s garden. One perceives
There is no season one can mention
Undeserving of attention.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 31, 1951
One Man’s Sleet Is Another Man’s Poison
This weather–please take it and drive on–
Fills some folk with vigor and zest;
But the same thing which other guys thrive on
Just gives me a cold in my chest,
And a sore throat besides, and a sniffle,
Which is all quite annoying as heck–
Yet all this is merely a riffle
To the fact it’s a PAIN IN THE NECK!
2-12-44, and first half “written”
while walking to work in 6″ of
snow, and 2 above zero.
by Ray Romine Saturday, February 12, 1944
One Delivery Per
Dear POD:
Change back, or we
Shall face complete disaster:
The checks we ought
Receive are naught;
The statements, though, come faster.
YOU know, Department, what fate greets
Whose paid-outs swamp their cash receipts?
by Ray Romine Wednesday, July 11, 1951