Poetry

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A collection of the poetry I've written over the years.

Poems

Ranging 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

I 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

Raindrops 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

A man's house is his castle,
And we build the ramparts tall.
Only by royal decree
May you enter in these walls.

Practical

The 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

You?
You were born.
You will grow.
You will change.
You will die.

Pretty Goods

He had a pretty good job
And a pretty good wife,
A pretty good house,
And a pretty good life.

Monirng Hzae

Wrods siwm thruogh the
elary monirng hzae.
I silnece (agian) the
annoying perssitant buzzzzz...

An Ancient Irish Curse

May 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.

A Prayer

Goddess,

Grant me the Foolishness
     To attempt to change the things I can't,

The Complacency to accept
     the things I could change,

And the Good Humor
     To laugh at it all.

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