I’m a spy in enemy territory
Shuffling masks like playing cards
Closing my eyes as things get gory
Putting makeup on my scarsOne false move will kill me
The mine field will explode
In this sea of humanity
I’m alone on this road
– SR Romney 2020
Archive for the ‘NaPoWriMo’ Tag
Spy (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #8) Leave a comment
Memory/Inside My Mind (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #7) Leave a comment
My memory stills
Lost inside a dream
Moving as fate wills
Down the living stream
As I’m laid to rest
As I fade from view
As life leaves my chest
I will dream of you.Inside my mind
I find you here
Our ties that bind
Will bring us near
No need to stay
You can be free
Just one more day
Here next to me.My memory stills inside my mind.
Lost inside a dream, I find you here.
Moving as fate wills, our ties that bind
Down the living stream, will bring us near.
As I’m laid to rest, no need to stay.
As I fade from view, you can be free.
As life leaves my chest, just one more day
I will dream of you, here next to me.
– SR Romney 2020
Rope (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #6) Leave a comment
I have kinks in my life’s rope
Knots and snarls, tangles and twists
Holding me back from function
But life is a climber’s wall
So I’ll start to untangle
Until finally I’m ready
To make the journey
– SR Romney 2020
Which hat should I wear today? (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #5) Leave a comment
Which hat should I wear today?
Which role should I try to play?
The person you want to see?
Or the one that’s really me?
Should I don the bright smile?
Or the smirk full of guile?
Face turned up in full surprise?
Or a twinkle in my eyes?
I have many masks, you know
Many that I choose to show.
Which I share and which I hide
That is for me to decide.
– SR Romney 2020
Moving Days (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #4) Leave a comment
Moving days
In bags and boxes
Trying to arrange
The time we have left
– SR Romney 2020
Seven Loops (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #3) Leave a comment
Seven loops
Call the troops
To see the emperor fall
In the end
The figurehead
Didn’t hold much at all
To you and me
A deity
A figure miles tall
But all the same
At the end of the game
We see our emperor fall
– SR Romney 2020
Precipice (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #2) Leave a comment
I wish I could dance on the edge of a precipice
Drop all my fears and regrets off the edge
But in my heart I know I’m not really meant for this
Too afraid to take a step towards that ledgeInstead, I dredge up all the reasons to hide away
Excuses to run away from it all
But in my heart I know the leap is the only way
In order to fly, you first need to fall
– SR Romney 2020
Layoff (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #1) Leave a comment
A husband
A mother
Someone with a weak heart
Cogs in a machine no longer required
Cast into hell in their hour of need
Because of a CEO’s greed
and what his shareholders desired
But don’t worry
We’re a family
Don’t we all remember fondly the time
We took grandma out back and shot her in the head?
Or gave her a pittance and left her for dead? Because a family only cares if you are useful to them,
Otherwise you should be retired.
Left to be mired in the mud as your so called corporate “family”
Crushes you under their boot heels
Without a second glance.
“That sucks for them.”
“At least it’s not me.”
Tomorrow it could be.
– SR Romney 2020
Discipline (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #30) Leave a comment
Discipline is my greatest challenge,
And my greatest goal
For it can build an iron clad soul.Discipline is the way to be strong
Moving down the road
Discipline will help lighten the loadDiscipline is the way to be free
In all that you do
But to be free, it all starts with you
– Shaman Romney 2019
Melting Pot (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #29) Leave a comment
America is now a salad bar
Not a melting pot
You pick the pieces you want
And get rid of all the restDon’t like the lamb?
Throw it out
Don’t like cilantro?
Throw it out
Don’t like the chickpeas?
Throw it out.
But that’s not what I want America to be about.You can’t get Tex Mex or pizza from the salad bar
You have to combine ingredients at the start
And you don’t get anything worth eating
If you keep all the good stuff apartSo throw away the sneeze guard
And throw it all in the pot
You won’t know what you’ll get out
But some of it will be good, right?
– Shaman Romney 2019
Shame on The Universe 