Rope (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #6)   Leave a comment

I have kinks in my life’s rope
Knots and snarls, tangles and twists
Holding me back from function
But life is a climber’s wall
So I’ll start to untangle
Until finally I’m ready
To make the journey

– SR Romney 2020

Which hat should I wear today? (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #5)   Leave a comment

Which hat should I wear today?
Which role should I try to play?
The person you want to see?
Or the one that’s really me?
Should I don the bright smile?
Or the smirk full of guile?
Face turned up in full surprise?
Or a twinkle in my eyes?
I have many masks, you know
Many that I choose to show.
Which I share and which I hide
That is for me to decide.

– SR Romney 2020

Moving Days (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #4)   Leave a comment

Moving days
In bags and boxes
Trying to arrange
The time we have left

– SR Romney 2020

Seven Loops (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #3)   Leave a comment

Seven loops
Call the troops
To see the emperor fall
In the end
The figurehead
Didn’t hold much at all
To you and me
A deity
A figure miles tall
But all the same
At the end of the game
We see our emperor fall

– SR Romney 2020

Precipice (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #2)   Leave a comment

I wish I could dance on the edge of a precipice
Drop all my fears and regrets off the edge
But in my heart I know I’m not really meant for this
Too afraid to take a step towards that ledge

Instead, I dredge up all the reasons to hide away
Excuses to run away from it all
But in my heart I know the leap is the only way
In order to fly, you first need to fall

– SR Romney 2020

Posted 04/02/2020 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2020

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Layoff (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #1)   Leave a comment

A husband
A mother
Someone with a weak heart
Cogs in a machine no longer required
Cast into hell in their hour of need
Because of a CEO’s greed
and what his shareholders desired
But don’t worry
We’re a family
Don’t we all remember fondly the time
We took grandma out back and shot her in the head?
Or gave her a pittance and left her for dead? Because a family only cares if you are useful to them,
Otherwise you should be retired.
Left to be mired in the mud as your so called corporate “family”
Crushes you under their boot heels
Without a second glance.
“That sucks for them.”
“At least it’s not me.”
Tomorrow it could be.

– SR Romney 2020

Opposites   Leave a comment

You and I are:

Peanut butter and a cheese burger,
Strawberries and pizza,
Whiskey and grape juice,
Pop music and death metal.

Two things which seem wrong together.
But, for a few select people,
We are perfectly matched.

– Shaman Romney 2019

Posted 05/09/2019 by Shaman in Poetry

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