Abundance of resources,
Food, wealth, money overwhelming.
A bounty of vast riches
Within your grasp, always in reach.
Lacking goals, or a drive for more
To have your wants frees your needs.
– SR Romney
Archive for the ‘Poem #18’ Tag
Abundance (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #18) Leave a comment
Ritual (National Poetry Writing Month 2024 #18) Leave a comment
Whirling magic subsumes my mind and soul
Fractals and phantasms flying past me
Dulcet tones of infinity ringing
As the everything opens before me
I am you, we are her, and she is all
I am a newborn and an ancient crone
The rocks and the trees breathe deep my essence
Bathing in the divine and mystical
Before I depart true reality
Retaining the indelible markings
Of the cosmos and universe itself
SR Romney 2024
Rainy Day (National Poetry Writing Month 2023 #18) Leave a comment
Rainy day, wash away
The person who I used to be
The person who I didn't see,
The person that I couldn't love
Rainy day, wash away
The painful, bitter memories,
The heartbreaks and the agonies,
The times I had to rise above.
Rainy day, wash away
The boulders getting in my way,
The struggles I choose to downplay,
The ropes and chains bound around me.
Rainy day, wash away
All of the sins of yesterday,
All of the ills I have today,
And let me live a future free.
– SR Romney 2023
Different Life (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #18) Leave a comment
In a different life, could I really be me?
Be free to live the life I wanted to?
The life I wish for?
Or would it even be me?
Living in an alternate reality
Am I just the sum of all that happens to me
The happenstance and coincidence
Or is it destiny that I'll be who I am?
Was I meant to be me, or am I sum of mistakes and double takes,
second guesses and messes someone needs to clean up?
Would I be able to fix my problems, or would they no longer be mine?
I guess I'll never know
But a different me might
– SR Romney 2022
Wishing (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #18) Leave a comment
Wishing I could be different person
Wish I could just become somebody new
However it seems I only worsen
Change comes so rarely, and choices so fewAnd yet every day I keep on scheming
And yet every day I try once again
Battered but not broken I keep dreaming
Goading myself to work past my disdainAnd nobody knows who I am inside
And nobody knows how I think and feel
I push my feelings and troubles aside
To conjure a face of iron and steelSomeday I hope my wish will be granted
And I can become who I want to be
Another tree who’s roots have been planted
Wish I was a stable and happy me.
– Shaman Romney 2021
When You Were Here With Me (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #18) Leave a comment
Wrapped up in dreams of you
Of all the things I couldn’t do
Of all the things I meant to do
When you were here with meI only have the memory
Wishes of how it’s supposed to be
Regrets of who I couldn’t be
When you were here with me
– SR Romney 2020
I Cannot Change My Fellow Man (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #18) Leave a comment
No matter how I plead or try
I cannot change my fellow man
No matter how I beg or cry
I cannot make him understandThe only thing that I can do
Is live my life the best I can
Through actions I hope to show you
How to become a better man
– Shaman Romney 2019
Duality (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #18) Leave a comment
I feel like I am a duality,
A two person harmony
A pair of people sharing
One single personalityFlipping back and forth between
Passive and aggressive
Sycophantic and oppressive
Being attentive or dismissive
Standoffish or too permissiveWhich one of these is me?
I don’t know.
All of them, none of them,
Only the parts that I show?
– Shaman Romney 2018
WW3 (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #18) Leave a comment
We won’t know when world war three will hit
Until we are knee deep in shit,
Dragging ourselves through it
We don’t know how it will start
But we all will play a part
Whether its through politics or Walmart
And I’m afraid my own sanity
Afraid for friends and family
Afraid for what this world will be
But I’ll try to believe in my fellow man
Try to do the best I can
And hope someone has a better plan.
– Shaman Romney 2017
I Wish (National Poetry Writing Month #18) Leave a comment
I wish
I could write
Like Robert Frost
Sing like Johnny Cash
Play guitar like Eric Clapton
Dance like Michael JacksonI wish
I had their
Passion
Drive
Dedication
I wish
I was more like them
I wish
I was less
Like me
-Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 