The magician purrs on my chest
And tells me to close my eyes.
With a flick of her tail
Poof!
She made hours vanish in seconds.
– SR Romney 2025
Archive for the ‘poem #17’ Tag
Magic Trick (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #17) Leave a comment
Masks (National Poetry Writing Month 2024 #17) Leave a comment
We all wear masks of ourselves
Carried with us from birth 'til death.
Some carry just a few masks,
Others carry far too many.
What if we dropped them on the ground,
Bathing the world in our truth?
SR Romney 2024
Hunger/Success/Contentment (National Poetry Writing Month 2023 #17) Leave a comment
Hunger
Intense desire
Burning from within
Desperately we seek succor
Drive
Success
Dreams achieved
On the mountaintop
A moment of accomplishment
Victory
Contentment
Feeling fulfilled
Resting on laurels
A job well done
Peace
– SR Romney 2023
Bubbles (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #17) Leave a comment
We all float
Like bubbles of air
So fragile
So carefree
Catching the light around us
Until we go pop
– SR Romney 2022
Afternoon Nap (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #17) Leave a comment
Energy evaporates
In the afternoon sun
My head hits the pillow
For only a little napThe day passes away
As I rest peacefully
Now I’m fully rested
In time for a good night’s sleep
– Shaman Romney 2021
Glass Casket (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #17) Leave a comment
A prisoner in my own glass casket
Allowed to observe, but not interact
Air inside continues to get thinner
As my thoughts coalesce and fade away
I start to drift throughout beams of sunlight
As the clock chimes and it’s hands start to slow
I breathe in deep; my eyes finally close
And I relax, having now found my peace
– SR Romney
Ideals/Failure/Sacrifice/Life: 4 Haikus (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #17) Leave a comment
If I hold ideals,
Am I not obligated
To live them myself?
—
In failure, I grow
Into someone with the chance
To fail yet again
—
Life: a sacrifice
To the gods, or to our fate
Willing or afraid
—
My life is fleeting
The amount is just a crumb
But the taste is sweet
– Shaman Romney 2019
Nothing To Do (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #17) Leave a comment
I’ve got to get home as fast as I can;
I’ve got a lot of nothing to do.
Close down my laptop as quick as I can;
I have so much nothing to do.
I do a lot of nothing when I get the chance;
It’s really quite hard to do.
I’m usually doing easy stuff like working,
But nothing is quite hard to do.
I getting quite good at doing so little
With all of the nothing I do
And so I must go, there’s no time to waste
I’ve got a lot of nothing to do.
– Shaman Romney 2018
I’m Done (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #17) Leave a comment
I’m done with the world
I’m done with battle lines
I’m done with black and white
I’m done with death and destruction
I’m done with wrongs unpunished
I’m done with good gone wrong
I’m done with good intention roads
I’m done with well intentioned fools
I want to be done caring
But I can’t help it
– Shaman Romney 2017
-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
Shame on The Universe 