Welcome!
Submitted by ziroby on 13 April 2008 - 3:13pmWelcome to the home page of Ron "Ziroby" Romero. This contains items my personal writings and experiments. For my professional writings, see http://ziroby.wordpress.com or http://flavors.me/ziroby . This site currently contains a collection of my poetry and a thought experiment I did where I asked what my platform would be if I ran for president.
Poems
Submitted by ziroby on 10 July 2010 - 11:33amRanging from the evocative “Drops of Water” to the humorous but heart-felt “Stupid,” Ron “Ziroby” Romero takes us on a journey that the critics have not called “gut-wrenching”, “amazing”, nor “having that quality of lint from your navel during a sudden thunderstorm in the Great Plains.” With poems labored over by the Poet for a period spanning weeks, this web site presents the premier debut of a Poet who is, in his own imagination, “pretty darn good.”
Blocks
Submitted by ziroby on 7 January 2004 - 1:00amI am at a new beginning.
I am the child who knocks down
the block tower he's built
and starts to build another.
Drops of Water
Submitted by ziroby on 21 November 2003 - 1:00amRaindrops slide down the window of the old Dasher hatchback
Between me and my relatives on the empty dawn Manhattan street
Ending two of the best weeks of my fresh new life.
Overjoyed I cry. How bittersweet.
Water drops drip down the butterfly shower curtain.
Drips of water forever remind me of whom I miss.
The shower spray on my head flows off my right eyebrow:
A proxy for my tears. I reminisce.
Our Castles
Submitted by ziroby on 21 November 2003 - 1:00amA man's house is his castle,
And we build the ramparts tall.
Only by royal decree
May you enter in these walls.
Practical
Submitted by ziroby on 21 November 2003 - 1:00amThe Muses speak loudly to me this morning,
And I yearn to dance with them.
But I am caught in a hunt with Practicality.
I call on me: Set me free!
Thoughts from a Tree I Spoke With
Submitted by ziroby on 21 November 2003 - 1:00amYou?
You were born.
You will grow.
You will change.
You will die.
Pretty Goods
Submitted by ziroby on 21 November 2003 - 1:00amHe had a pretty good job
And a pretty good wife,
A pretty good house,
And a pretty good life.
Monirng Hzae
Submitted by ziroby on 21 November 2003 - 1:00amWrods siwm thruogh the
elary monirng hzae.
I silnece (agian) the
annoying perssitant buzzzzz...
An Ancient Irish Curse
Submitted by ziroby on 21 November 2003 - 1:00amMay the road drop off suddenly at your feet.
May the wind be ever in your face.
May the sun beat down harshly
on your sunburned shoulders
Main the rain fall in a deluge,
rendering your fields an impassable morass
And until such time as I have
the misfortune to meet you again,
May the Gods crush you
under their collective heel.