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Purpose (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #15)   Leave a comment

Here, tonight, I sit in soliloquy
Pondering the purpose of life, of man
The nature of finding his destiny
The folly of failing to make his plan
Showing his virtue in chasing vices
Showing true honesty while he’s alone
Losing himself in other’s devices
Showing his passion, nose to the grindstone
Taking life’s road past the ruin, the fame
Or standing aside while others go past
Owning his failure, or passing the blame
Breathing each breath as if it were his last
To list out a man, I’ve only begun
But to understand, I’ll never be done

How can I understand something I know
I cannot ever truly understand
For I’m one crystal in a sea of snow
But one single grain in a hill of sand
The infinitesimal blinds my sight
As I stare at the unknown, unblinking
The deluge of data fills me with fright
The cognitive burden stops my thinking
Why must I care about this fantasy!?
Why does this fire keep burning my brain!?
Why does my suffering bring ecstasy!?
Is this sanity, or ramblings insane?
I must keep on searching to find my truth
I’ll obsess a lifetime, starting in youth

– SR Romney 2020

Foundation (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #15)   Leave a comment

You need a strong foundation
To build something upon
Whether you build a nation
Or build the Parthenon

This is a phenomenon
That ignores your station
Refuse it and you’ll count on
A life of frustration

– Shaman Romney 2019

Talking Weather (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #15)   Leave a comment

One day it’s raining,
The next there is sun.
Maybe a blizzard?
A drought has begun!?

Utah weather is far too bipolar,
As summer and winter fight back and forth.
At least the weather is good for solar.
Although it’s just weather, for what it’s worth.

It’s a dull topic
Used to fill silence.
Although I’m myopic
About it’s presence.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Genuine (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #15)   Leave a comment

False pronouncements
Weak denouncements
Trying to choose whose pure

Egos and image
Political scrimmage
Masking you’re insecure

Running from meekness
Screaming at weakness
Hiding inside your skin

Instead of this lying
How about trying
To be more genuine?

– Shaman Romney 2017

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 right

But 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

Posted 04/15/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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April Snow (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #15)   Leave a comment

Snow falling in April
After weeks of sunny weather
Hardly seems real
When seasons blend together.

A treasure? Or a curse?
I can’t decide which.
My trip home is worse
When the seasons suddenly switch.

But my view is much better
Out my office window.
Either way, it’s interesting weather;
This falling April snow.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/15/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Little White Lies (National Poetry Writing Month #15)   Leave a comment

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Build your temple on little white lies
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Build it gold, it shimmers and shines.

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Build it up so nice and tall.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Build it strong so it wont fall.

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Someone questioning the base.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
They see the guilt upon your face.

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
They unravel at your feet.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Time to run, admit defeat.

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Now the temple turns to dust.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Once was love, now shattered trust.

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Truth seems so easy to bend.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
When it breaks you meet your end.

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Now you’re left cold and alone.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Don’t blame us, the fault is your own.

Shaman Romney 2014

Posted 04/15/2014 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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