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Paper Boat (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #13)   Leave a comment

I fold my mind into a paper boat
And drift upon the endless, shifting sea
To try and keep my sanity afloat
I fold my mind into a paper boat
And as my greatest wish escapes my throat
I wonder what it is like to be free
I fold my mind into a paper boat
And drift upon the endless, shifting sea

– Shaman Romney 2021

Glances (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #13)   Leave a comment

In shadows and in-between glances
I see my true self hidden behind an ornate mask

Of expectations and of pressures
Crafted, and then grafted, onto me against my will

A rictus smile hides the blessures
A great pretender which proves itself up to the task

I hold my breath, I wait for chances
To pull back the mask, to let myself finally spill

– SR Romney 2020

Cyborgs (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #13)   Leave a comment

Cyborgs are already here
You and I have become them
Cellphones and headphones appear
Means to a digital end

We 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

Whimpering Down The Correct Path (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #13)   Leave a comment

Instead of barking up the wrong tree,
I’m whimpering down the correct path.
Instead of going through life carefree,
I march ahead like a psychopath.

Inspite of my endless complaining
I will force myself to move forward.
Keep my resolve from ever waning;
With rules and discipline as my ward.

For we are all dogs without boundaries;
Running back and forth to disaster.
Barking non-stop at cars and at trees.
Desperate, in need of a master

But we can control our inner hounds
Through hard work and practice and kindness.
For keeping our mind within our bounds
Is our only way to make progress.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Posted 04/13/2018 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2018

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Lunchtime (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #13)   Leave a comment

I’m heating up the isolation
I brought with me to work
To go along with the loneliness
I brought as a snack
I’ll wash it down with some self pity and introversion
Maybe have a little human contact
If I want to splurge a little
But probably not today

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 04/13/2017 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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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 me

Sometimes 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 face

I’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

Posted 04/13/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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Box of Chocolates (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #13)   Leave a comment

Life is like a box of chocolates;
You typically have
Your favorite flavors.
Most of them
Taste like crap.

-Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/13/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Loneliness(National Poetry Writing Month #13)   Leave a comment

A life of quiet loneliness.
People, just background noise.
A stranger in a room of friends.
A silent, pittiful scream
Of a man no one hears.

Posted 04/13/2014 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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