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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

Posted 04/18/2022 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2022

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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 few

And 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 disdain

And 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 steel

Someday 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

Posted 04/18/2021 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2021

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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 me

I 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

Posted 04/18/2020 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2020

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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 understand

The 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

Posted 04/18/2019 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2019

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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 personality

Flipping back and forth between
Passive and aggressive
Sycophantic and oppressive
Being attentive or dismissive
Standoffish or too permissive

Which 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

Posted 04/18/2017 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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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 Jackson

I wish
I had their
I wish
I was more like them
I wish
I was less
Like me

-Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/18/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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Guitar in the Corner (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #18)   Leave a comment

Guitar in the corner
Slowly gathering dust
I really should practice
I know that I must

But there’s not enough
Time in a day
At least that is the lie
I convince myself to say.

-Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/18/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Busy: a Haiku (National Poetry Writing Month #18)   Leave a comment

Busy day at work,
and not a moment to spare
in one’s fleeting life.

Shaman Romney 2014