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If— by Rudyard Kipling   Leave a comment

Normally I don’t post other people’s work on my page, but this is one of my favorite poems. I first read it on the site Art of Manliness, and it spoke to me. I feel it best summarizes my feelings on how be a good, positive man, and an example of beneficial masculinity. However, it is a straightforward message that anyone can benefit from, and it is one I keep in mind as I go about my life. I thought I’d share it for those who have never had the chance to read it before.

If—

If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

By Rudyard Kipling

Poem on poetryfoundation.org

Posted 07/10/2018 by Shaman in Poetry

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Zombie   Leave a comment

I miss you the way a heart misses a beat.
One moment you’re gone and that’s the death of me.
I drag my corpse along; a shambling zombie.
Searching for my soul: the way you complete me.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Posted 06/27/2018 by Shaman in Poetry

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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

Posted 04/29/2018 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2018

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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

Posted 04/28/2018 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2018

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