Mistakes   Leave a comment

I feel I am defined by my mistakes
More easily than by my successes.
By times when I could not rise to the stakes;
Times when I gave into my excesses.

I say this not because of self loathing,
Or due to obsessive ideation.
Nor, wearing pride like ill fitting clothing,
As an imposter venting frustration.

My mistakes are the crux of my story;
The arc starting the path to what’s in store.
At present, they seem ugly and gory.
In hindsight, they’re the path to being more.

In making mistakes, if you cannot learn,
Success is impossible to discern.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Posted 05/31/2018 by Shaman in Poetry

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A Third Path   Leave a comment

Between passivity and anger,
Between love and disdain
There is always a third path to take

To this truth, I am not a stranger
For again and again
Not choosing it is my great mistake

This path may be filled with much danger
Finding it is a pain
But it’s worth it when life is at stake

Act assertively without anger
Don’t give way to disdain
There is always a third path to take.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Posted 05/29/2018 by Shaman in Poetry

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Decisions (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #30)   Leave a comment

I’m staring out at my future
And I’m full of indecision.
Caught between doing what is right
And what is convenient for me.

The right is a road untraveled,
Unpaved, unknown, and uncertain.
It frightens me with possibility
With the difficult path it promises.

The left is a well paved road.
Well intentioned and familiar bricks;
A path inviting me tread upon it,
Easy and lacking any challenge.

I see the choice laid out before me.
The best in me knows the hard path is best
But inside I know I, most likely,
I will choose the path of least resistance.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Objects On My Mantle (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #29)   Leave a comment

Several decks of cards I never shuffle
A symbolic flask I never drink from
An edgy looking raven sitting on a skull
A misplaced bag of party balloons
A pair of locks I picked out to pick
A trio of relics, with tokens inside
A little metal obelisk I got in the mail

– Shaman Romney 2018

Stain (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #28)   Leave a comment

There are things that forever stain a man.
Things so potent and dark
They remain on one’s hands;
Clinging, wash after wash.
Many things come to mind,
But none so nefarious and indelible
As pomegranate juice.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Life Gardening (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #27)   Leave a comment

Time moves too swiftly.
Relationships turn to rot
Without proper care.
Our lives become barren deserts.
Trying to replant again
Is a much harder struggle,
As the Earth is dry,
And the nutrients sparse.
But with care and effort
And a focus on the fleeting,
We can make our lives fertile
And regrow our relationships.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Role Playing (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #26)   Leave a comment

I enjoy role playing,
Even if I’m not good at it.
I guess I feel the same about life.
The fun comes from the experience
Of the time spent with friends
And making interesting stories together.
The strength of your abilities,
Or the value of your equipment
Doesn’t matter so much.
If the goal is gaining riches,
Or battling dragons,
Or gaining renown,
Then I’m not very good at it.
But if it’s enjoying the adventure?
I think I’m getting pretty good at it.

– Shaman Romney 2018