Cake (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #27)   Leave a comment

The taste of failure
Of giving in
Of losing what little self control I have
Of loosing my inner demon
Of gaining weight and losing life
Of being perpetually fat
Of being unhappy
But at least it’s not broccoli.

– Shaman Romney 2017


Opposite Day (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #26)   Leave a comment

On opposite day
Wouldn’t it be fun
If people had to defend
the beliefs they hate most?
The Christians could decry God
The atheists, praise Allah
The femenists could argue
The virtues of sandwich making
While the misogynists
Take a pay cut
The white supremacists
And the black supremacists
Can take turns
Being owner and servant
If for one day
We could argue
on behalf of our enemies
Imagine how much we’d learn.

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 04/26/2017 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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Drill (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #25)   Leave a comment

Drill, baby, drill!
For oil to soil the soil we toiled to till
Kill, baby, kill!
No stopping the dropping of bodies; we’ve coffins to fill.
Shine, baby, shine!
We’ll show there’s no going against what we know is divine.
Whine, baby, Whine!
Don’t abstain, just complain. Tell the world what is yours is now mine.
Shill, baby, shill!
Forget morals, rest your laurels on the fortune you can distill
Drill, baby, drill!
If you’ve got it then flaunt it. If you don’t take it then who will?

– Shaman Romney 2017

Day Off (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #24)   Leave a comment

Taking a day off
Is just work postponed
The emails keep coming
The pile keeps growing
The problems get worse
So my mind can’t rest
As I cannot relax
And forget about work
Because work never rests

– Shaman Romney 2017

Hesitation, Determination (Double Elevenie) (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #23)   Leave a comment

Baited breath
An anxious mind
Worry over potential loss

Steeled resolve
A confident stride
Living for life’s victories

– Shaman Romney 2017

March (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #22)   Leave a comment

March for science in April
Maybe you’ll be heard in June
If you lie in July about your motives
Then disgust will be heard in August
You can wake me up when September ends
If you solved the problem in October
I’m sure I will know in November
Or December will will be colder than
Last year in January
In February someone will get the grand idea
To March for science in April
Maybe you’ll be heard

-Shaman Romney 2017

“Fun” Poem (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #21)   Leave a comment

I want to write a fun poem
But I don’t know if I can
With fun words; I don’t know ’em
Maybe I should make a plan?

Except every time I try to
My thoughts are pulled astray
They make me want to cry, too
In a most depressing way

I’d love to just be happy
I try, but I just can’t
The world can be so crappy
All I want to do is rant

Will I regain some sanity?
Well, one coud only hope
But if your asking me?
The answer is a simple “nope.”

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 04/21/2017 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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