Category: Self-Analysis

Attaining perfection
Is beyond my expection.

by Ray Romine Thursday, January 25, 1951

If I have railed against the way
The world is using me today;
If I have frowned because success
Eludes my grasp; or happiness
Stays coyly just a much-sought prize
I covet with my hungry eyes,
It’s time I faced the facts again:
Who caused the wound should feel the pain.

Today what effort have I made
To boost my carcas up the grade?
Did I just curse my failing luck,
And pass the ever-present buck?
If I was tame in my assault,
Then was it luck that was at fault?
Who missed the bus can travel late
And yet arrive, who’ll sneer at Fate!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 8, 1945

The stories I told were all pointless;
My Jokes were revolting and old;
I was fresh out of quotes
And my best anecdotes
Left most of my listeners cold.

Yet today to each shindig and party
I am asked as a matter of course;
But can I take the credit
For all this? You said it:
I really turned hearer perforce!

by Ray Romine Monday, November 20, 1950

I’m not the type
To work and gripe
(That sort of thing is irking)
I AM the fowl
Fiend who’ll growl
Sans, of course, the working.
Which makes me reprehensible,
Hungry, rested, sensible.

by Ray Romine Thursday, January 25, 1951

Whistling, so they’ve claimed for years ,
Denotes a blank between the ears.
I really think there’s nothing to it–
I do it!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, February 21, 1945

Let me breekfest alone
By the Dawn’s early light;
It’s then that I’m vicious,
And not awake, quite.

On the cornflakes and rolls
I can take out my spite;
Let me breakfast alone
By the Dawn’s early light.

My bark in the mornings
Is worse than my bite,
But I ‘m still best avoided:
You have been warned–take flight.

Let me breakfast alone,
All alone with my plight,
All alone, quite alone,
By the Dawn’s early light.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 23, 1945

Do with me as you will, 0 World,
But I am in there tryin’–
The toughest flower the garden wears
Is still the dandelion!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 30, 1952

When my disgust for your poor brain
Seems to be intensest,
Take heart, my friend; that, it is plain,
Means I am at MY densest!

by Ray Romine Monday, September 10, 1951

Are you the type who loudly thunders
At other folks’ colossal blunders,
But who assumes a softer tone
At “little errors” of his own?

Don’t let the thing unsettle you;
The rest of us are that way too!

by Ray Romine Saturday, November 8, 1952

You say there’s proof? You’ve found me out?
There’s not the slightest bit of doubt?
In that case, then, I will admit
I did exaggerate a bit.

by Ray Romine Saturday, October 21, 1950