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 ‘poem #13’ Tag
Cyborgs (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #13) Leave a comment
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 masterBut 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
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
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
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
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.
