I wish
I could write
Like Robert Frost
Sing like Johnny Cash
Play guitar like Eric Clapton
Dance like Michael JacksonI wish
I had their
Passion
Drive
Dedication
I wish
I was more like them
I wish
I was less
Like me
-Shaman Romney 2016
I Wish (National Poetry Writing Month #18) Leave a comment
-Ation (National Poetry Writing Month 2016 #17) Leave a comment
Inspiration
Comes from perspiration,
Exasperation,
Copious amounts of cogitation,
And irritation
Surrounding the procrastination
Of my poetic fixation.
In it’s gestation,
This creation
Cures my writer’s constipation,
Removes frustration,
And brings sedation
To today’s expectation.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Stuck In A Skinner Box (National Poetry Writing Month #16) 1 comment
I’m still playing the game,
But it’s not for fun.
Keep repeating actions
One after one.
(I) don’t do it for love,
Just do it for pay.
It’s the same old grind
Day after day.My life has become an addiction
I no longer want.
I’m stuck in a Skinner box;
I can’t break the lockWorking our jobs
Trade time for money
To trade it back in
For our bread and honey
Possessions are worthless.
Not worth the time.
Work is our sentence
Minutes the fine.My life has become an addiction;
I want to be free.
I’m stuck in a Skinner box;
I can’t find the key.Got to get out of this
Break from the norm.
Make like an anarchist,
Gather up the storm.
Flip the switch, light it up.
It’s time for a change.
My life won’t be perfect,
But I’ll make it strange.My life has become an addiction,
But it’s not for me.
I’m stuck in a skinner box
It’s time to break free.
– Shaman Romney 2016
It Hurts Me Too (National Poetry Writing Month #15) Leave a comment
This isn’t something I want to do
It hurts me as it hurts you
This isn’t something I want to do
It hurts me too.I don’t want to have to start this fight
It hurts her most, this isn’t right
I don’t want to have to start this fight
It isn’t rightBut you aren’t leaving me a choice.
Your ear have fallen deaf to my voice
You aren’t leaving me much of a choice.
You’re deaf to my voice.I’m sorry it had to be this way
Instead of light, we have this dreary day
I’m sorry it had to be this way
On this dreary day.This isn’t something I want to do
It hurts me as it hurts you
This isn’t something I want to do
It hurts me too.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Custody Agreement (National Poetry Writing Month #14) Leave a comment
I stare at the paper, taking in every line.
My heart, my family, contained within;
The state’s way of encapsulating my everything.
My heart, my family, forever intertwine
On this paper, this ink; the court system’s skin.
My choice now is the tattoo needle, or the knife.
For my family, I sign the paper, and tie the string
To my heart. I will gladly give you my life!
– Shaman Romney 2016
Age (National Poetry Writing Month 2016 #13) Leave a comment
Age is a matter of feelings, not years
At least, that’s what the cookie told me
Sometimes I feel like knocking back a few beers
Other times I want my mommy to hold meSometimes I’m an old man waiting to die
Or an energetic toddler running all over the place
A twenty something trying to get by
Or learning to walk, falling on my faceI’m so many ages all at the same time
Both an old fogey and a dumb kid
Having a life ahead of me is sublime
As was living the life that I did.But there’s one thing that stays, whether senior or tike
Taking a nap is one thing we all like.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Cogitation (National Poetry Writing Month #12) Leave a comment
It’s hard when you don’t know the right thing to do
Your actions have consequences, but your indecision does too.
If your stuck between a rock and a hard place
Is the only choice which one you want to shove in your face?Is a lie good if it’s for the right cause?
If the truth causes pain, is it wrong to take pause?
Is the road to hell paved with good intention
Or is the reality too harsh to mention?Or is my dilemma much more simple than I’d wish?
They ran out of steak, do I go chicken or fish?
– Shaman Romney 2016
Fast (National Poetry Writing Month 2016 #11) Leave a comment
I need to go fast
I need to go empty
I need to go without
And use what’s within meI need to go fast
I need to go quickly
I need to go forward
Without doubt or hesitationI need to go fast
I need to go fastI need to go fast
I need to go hungry
I need to go starve
Until I’m weak and slowI need to go fast
I need to go zero to sixty
I need to go breakneck
Until I’m out of gasI need to go fast
I need to go fast
– Shaman Romney 2016
Holes (National Poetry Writing Month #10) 1 comment
We start fresh
Pristine, new, a clean slate
A life unmarredArrows puncture us
Filling us full of holes
We cannot fillBut through friends
We can plug the holes
And find peace.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Day in, Day out (National Poetry Writing Month 2016 #9) Leave a comment
Day in, day out
You bash your head against the wall
Heart filled with doubt
“Is it worth trying at all?”(But still)
Day in, day out
You bash your head until it breaks
Heart filled with doubt
The panic in your mind awakes(Yet still)
Day in, day out
You bash your head until you bleed
Heart filled with doubt
No rescue in your time of need(No will)
Day in, day out
You bash your head, about to die
Heart filled with doubt
You no longer want to try(Until)
Day in, day out
You raise your head up to the light
Heart still with doubt
“Did I really win this fight?”(You will)
Day in, day out
You raise your head up, full of pride
Heart freed from doubt
You made it through.
You survived.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 