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All This I Know Is True (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 # 20)   Leave a comment

I know the earth is rotating,
I know the sky is blue.
I know the sun is a plasmatic ball.
All this I know is true.

I know that when I first heard you laugh,
My heart grew light and flew
I love the way your laughter sounds.
All this I know is true.

I know I’ll always love you,
No matter what you do.
You’ll always be here in my heart
All this I know is true.

I know you’ll always love me,
And all my problems too.
Even when times get a little tough
All this I know is true.

I cherish all the moments,
I get to spend with you.
There never is enough of them
All this I know is true.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/20/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Moments (National poetry Writing Month 2015 #19)   1 comment

I love the moments I spend with you.
My heart fills with sadness when my time with you is through.
I’m filled with anxiety, but then
My world is happy once more when I see you again.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/19/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Guitar in the Corner (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #18)   Leave a comment

Guitar in the corner
Slowly gathering dust
I really should practice
I know that I must

But there’s not enough
Time in a day
At least that is the lie
I convince myself to say.

-Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/18/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Carousel (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #17)   Leave a comment

Carousel spinning,
Animals dance lazily,
Children’s joy echoes.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/17/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Something Fun (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 # 16)   Leave a comment

I want to do something!
No, not that dumb thing!
I want to do something fun.

I want to go play on a swing,
Or find a song to sing.
Something that I haven’t done.

Something exciting,
Something spirit igniting,
Something I haven’t done before.

The day is so inviting,
and this boredom so biting.
So I’m on my way out the door!

-Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/16/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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April Snow (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #15)   Leave a comment

Snow falling in April
After weeks of sunny weather
Hardly seems real
When seasons blend together.

A treasure? Or a curse?
I can’t decide which.
My trip home is worse
When the seasons suddenly switch.

But my view is much better
Out my office window.
Either way, it’s interesting weather;
This falling April snow.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/15/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Predilection (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #14)   Leave a comment

I’m lost in a world full of direction.
Exposed, out in the cold, without protection.
Cursed to be alone by predilection
For wanting to keep away from all rejection.

So once again I sit in introspection.
Every thought I have; a grim dissection.
All my flaws and fears, my imperfection
Slowly twist my mind with its infection.

A small part of me starts an insurrection
Against these toxic thoughts of disaffection.
Grows louder as it voices it’s objection
And coaxes me into a resurrection.

In this world, I’m trying to find direction.
I may be cold, but I’ll be my own protection.
I’m hoping i will find a good selection.
Of things truly worthy of predilection.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/14/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Box of Chocolates (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #13)   Leave a comment

Life is like a box of chocolates;
You typically have
Your favorite flavors.
Most of them
Taste like crap.

-Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/13/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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I’m Ok (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #12)   Leave a comment

I woke up feeling suicidal today.
No really, its fine. I just let the thoughts play.
They came into my mind like a long lost friend,
Except the games they wanted to play were my end.

Flying through images like a Dr. Seuss limerick
Painting a picture that would make people sick.
Drowning in a bathtub, getting hit by a train,
Taking an icepick to my brain.

Movies of senseless violence and gore
Until the thoughts couldn’t be thought anymore.
Then they got up and said their farewell.
And then I moved on. Wait, oh hell-

Seriously, I’m fine. So please stop crying.
I’m not going to do it, I’m just thinking of dying.
No it’s like a hobby, something to pass the time.
Like crochet or video games; a victimless crime.

Yes, I know I’d be the victim; I’m not going to do it.
It’s too much work to actually go through with it.
Where am I going to find a good rope these days.
Security guards block access to upper walkways.

Ok, I know you don’t get it; I know its surreal.
But thoughts aren’t reality. Just ethereal.
I just view life a little more morbidly.
Most people just view it more happily.

But they are just thoughts, so what’s the problem?
No one is hurt if I don’t act upon them.

Ok. OK! I’ll go see the doc!
I get offered meds. I’ll sit down and talk.
If it makes you feel better, I’ll even go today.
But really, I’m seriously, totally ok.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Spaced (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #11)   Leave a comment

Spaced out, between thoughts
Something important to do
Almost forgotten.

– Shaman Romney

Posted 04/11/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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