Music is my method of maintenance.
The sounds soothing my sanity to stillness.
Emotions equalized,
Anxieties acquiescing,
Crises brought under control,
And depression being defeated.
All through the timbers and tones
Of music.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Archive for the ‘National Poetry Writing Month 2015’ Category
Music (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #10) Leave a comment
Life (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #9) Leave a comment
Life is a struggle
Full of hardship, full of pain.
With strength gained through hope
– Shaman Romney 2015
Party (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #8) Leave a comment
When you say party,
Most think of beer and music,
I think D and D.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Wasted (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #7) Leave a comment
I’ve wasted time crying,
Wasted time giving up.
Wasted time with indecision,
With not trying hard enough.I’ve wasted time with hatred
I’ve wasted time with fear
Wasted time with anger,
Wasted so many of my years.I’m tired of being wasted
Tired of being stoned.
Of waking up with doubt and regret.
I’m tired of being alone.So I’m trying to make it better.
I’m trying to make it right.
I’m trying to keep on fighting
To one day have a better life.I don’t know if I can make it
I don’t know if I’ll ever win.
I don’t if this is worthwhile
But I’ll try, again and again.
-Shaman Romney 2015
Silver Thoughts (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #6) Leave a comment
Silver thoughts serpentine
Through my mind like plasticine.
Trying to mold this fever dream
Into something I think I’ve seenI can’t seem to make it real.
This dream existence that I feel.
Between my hands, solid as a beam.
This idea that is as true as steel.They whirl around, instead, like air.
Fool me with pretending they were there.
But it’s only a trick to seem
Like something that should make me care.Like they are something worthwhile.
Something that would be worth the trial
To work upon; to make it them gleam.
To finally look upon and smile.But, alas, the thoughts keep prancing.
Never stopping, never chancing
To ever be more than a dream.
So they remain, forever dancing.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Missing You (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #5) Leave a comment
I miss you so much.
It feels like eternity
But only a day.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Knowledge, Knowledge, Everywhere (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #4) Leave a comment
Knowledge, Knowledge, Everywhere
But no one stops to think.
They’re busy playing on Facebook,
Or having too much to drink.Knowledge, Knowledge, everywhere
But no one seems to care.
They’re too busy shoving their heads
Up their collective derriere.Knowledge, Knowledge everywhere
So what’s a man to do?
The world would be a better place,
If more believed in what is true.Knowledge, Knowledge, everywhere
I’ll teach them how to yearn
For discovery, exploration
and all the cool things to learn.
-Shaman Romney 2015
Lack (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #3) Leave a comment
Today I’m lacking inspiration.
I had plenty perspiration,
But couldn’t spark my imagination
And so I’m left with just frustrationI can’t seem to get inspired
I had work in which I was mired
Which I did in order to not get fired.
But it has left me feeling tired.So as I write the final line
of wayward thoughts I thought to combine
Remember I’m keeping this promise of mine:
The day is not over, I got this is done, so I’m fine.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Clutter (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #2) 1 comment
Clutter
Is a lot like
Butter.
Easy to spread
All over the room,
But really difficult
To clean up.
– Shaman Romney 2015
First (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #1) 1 comment
It looks like this poem has to go first,
It is kind of hurried as first ones go.
It could be the best, but might be the worst.
Until it’s published, we will never know.I’ve been gone, for work has left me haggard.
My posting schedule has been left forgot.
But this month I will not be a laggard.
At least, at this moment, I hope I’m not.Thirty days, with something done on each one.
That is a lot, even using haiku.
But I’m ok, I find poetry fun.
Even if I don’t, I’ll have to pull through.So that being said, I’ll try not to bore.
One poem done, only twenty nine more.
-Shaman Romney 2015
Shame on The Universe 