Softly settling snowflakes
Are pointed icy quips
Coined and then discarded
By happy Angel lips.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, November 28, 1950
Work Type: Ray Romine Poems
Sky-dweller
She’s living on a cloud, they say;
She sweeps it carefully each day;
She dusts and mops, and scrubs the floor,
And when it sparkles, scours some more.
She washes, cooks, and sews and cans
And budgets, markets, shops and plans.
I hear her singing gaily there
On her rose-colored spot of air
Until, at four, this housewife fades
To turn up glamorest of maids
Who, at five, tilts lips tender, proud,
Up to the guy who built her cloud.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 22, 1952
Skip It
On being clever,
Let me state:
Better never
Than seconds late.
by Ray Romine Saturday, April 7, 1951
Skaters
Clouds roll across the sky of blue,
The way kids roller-skating do;
And, just like children, after all,
Clouds that skate will sometimes fall.
The thunder is their crash, it’s plain;
The tears they’re dropping bring us rain.
by Ray Romine Sunday, February 10, 1952
Skate The Topic (untitled)
If and when my judgment shrink
Perhaps I’ll like the Skating Rink.
by Ray Romine Saturday, June 17, 1944
Situation Normal
Junior’s fixed his bike again
(The wrench turned up on the divan);
And then he messed with planes awhile
(The craft are grounded, kitchen-style);
Also he played a little ball
(The bat and gloves are in the hall);
He must have had a bite, at least
(The crumbs here rather point to feast);
But Junior’s well, at any rate
(Or so the signs would indicate).
by Ray Romine Friday, September 19, 1952
Siren
No oratory I have heard;
No con-man’s flowing patter;
No argument which left me stirred;
No cooking’s clarion clatter;
No clever advertising’s touch;
No catalog that teases
Ever promised half so much
As April’s whispered breezes.
by Ray Romine Monday, September 10, 1951
Sir Softie
Some flattery is subtle,
But none, I will aver,
Quite touches me so perfectly
As that which calls me “Sir”!
by Ray Romine Friday, April 17, 1953
Single Track
There’s not a new idea
Nor thought beneath the sun,
Which doesn’t seem to worry
Who requires but one;
And it is old as Adam ,
But popular and true-
My all-absorbing theme-song
Lilts of love, and you!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, December 5, 1950
Single (Redeeming) Feature
Some play, some sing, some dance, some do
Ted Lewis or Jack Horner;
But I’m the one sans talent who
Decorates a corner.
Admire these folks; applaud their jokes-
At least I’m one you needn’t coax.
by Ray Romine Saturday, August 26, 1950