Cyborgs are already here
You and I have become them
Cellphones and headphones appear
Means to a digital endWe are one with Ethernet
Progress leaps so very far
When we finally reach the end
Will we still know who we are?
– Shaman Romney 2019
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Cyborgs (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #13) Leave a comment
Beauty (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #12) Leave a comment
What is beauty?
The crimson petals of a rose?
A brilliant sunset on a warm summer’s day?What is beauty?
The blisters from a hard day’s work?
The crowd of people gathered at your funeral?Is beauty even something we can truly know?
Something we can point at and say,
“That is beauty.”Or is it kept in our mind, in our thoughts, alone?
Wrapped up in a subjective thought,
“That is beauty.”
– Shaman Romney 2019
Burn (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #11) Leave a comment
I need to burn off my deadwood
Shed all my unneeded layers
Remove all my “would” and my “should”
Keeping only the needs and caresBurn past my first degree nonsense
Second degree things I care for
Ignite a fire so intense
I burn to my first degree coreWhat’s left when the fires are done
Will be my most critical part
For when all my useless is gone
I’ll have a fire hardened heart
– Shaman Romney 2019
Two Choices (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #10) Leave a comment
Are you insignificant?
Unimportant, on your own?
Just a single tiny speck
In a universe unknown?Or are you instead a node
Interwoven with us all?
Bearing your part of the load,
Sending ripples when you fall?Does nothing in life matter?
Or do all our actions count?
Do all our choices scatter,
Regardless of the amount?Make your choice and live with it,
Whichever one that may be.
For you, either one may fit;
I know the right choice for me.
– Shaman Romney 2019
Chameleon (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #9) Leave a comment
I’m a chameleon
I’m a shade
A faded thought
An empty memory
An illusion brought to bear
By the insanity of one unaware
Of his place among himself
Let alone the world
– Shaman Romney 2019
Too Long (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #8) Leave a comment
Too long.
It’s been too long.
Too long since I last head your song;
The sweet melody of your laughter
Ringing throughout the house.
Now, there is only a melancholy melody
Slowly fading as the distance grows
Too long.
It’s been too long.
– Shaman Romney 2019
Let’s Die Together, Shall We? (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #7) Leave a comment
Suicidal thoughts ought to be shared with those closest to you.
It is what Romeo and Juliet taught us all to do.
They were a comedy of errors, a tragedy of youth.
Let’s die together, shall we?Where I have gotten older, both much meeker and much bolder;
Although I could continue to shoulder this burden with you,
This boulder is too heavy, and I am not getting stronger.
So let’s just give in, shall we?Those who surround us, who don’t understand, would call it a waste.
Haven’t we had enough of life to know it isn’t for us?
We will never aquire from life our life’s aquired taste.
So let’s spit it out, shall we?For it isn’t real true love if I only give you my life
And so I pledge my existence, my story’s ending, to you.
With this final act our love springs eternal for all to view.
Let’s die together, shall we?
– Shaman Romney 2019
Regrets (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #6) Leave a comment
If you let your dreams be dreams
They will become your nightmares
And you will be caught unawares
In a life that isn’t yours
Your bars are made of your regrets
Your last meal is life untasted
In your haste to live for others
You rushed to your own conclusion
– Shaman Romney 2019
The Man Who Was A Mask (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #5) Leave a comment
There was a man who was a mask
And every where he’d go
He’d show the world another face
One nobody would know
He’d walk all over, street to street
He’d wander day to day
And every passerby he’d greet
A new and different way
And no one new when he would come
No one knew when he’d leave
No one knew what he had in mind
The cards hid up his sleeve
And though the specter of this man
Loomed in the town so tall
When all took time to stop and think
No one knew the man at all
– Shaman Romney 2019
Sadness (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #4) Leave a comment
Sadness is a blanket draped across;
A curtain blocking out the light.
A rock slowly overgrown with moss.
A chill on a dark winter night.Sadness is a badly needed pause
When something doesn’t go quite right.
A moment to identify cause;
Nothing to flee, try as we might.Sadness contrasts the best in our life;
Perspective when our heart takes flight.
A warning alarm for times of strife.
A moment’s calm before the fight.Sadness makes all more erudite:
Ignore it’s wisdom at your plight.
– Shaman Romney 2019
Shame on The Universe 