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Boba Tea (National Poetry Writing Month 2023 #21)   Leave a comment

Boba tea, 
Just sitting in my glass
And waiting patiently,
And I don't have to ask
You to be there for me.
It's not so lonely here
Drinking my Boba tea.
My Boba tea.

Boba tea,
You'll always be my friend;
You listen dutifully
To all my problems and
You are so sweet to me
While I sit here at home
Drinking my Boba tea.
My Boba tea.

Boba tea,
I saw him in my dreams last night;
I hoped that he
Would be here when I woke.
But it's not meant to be
I guess I'll be alone
Here with my Boba tea.
My boba tea.

Boba tea,
Let's keep these conversations
between you and me.
You always keep my secrets;
You're so trustworthy
When I'm sharing my soul
With you, my Boba tea.
My Boba tea.

– SR Romney 2023

Posted 04/21/2023 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2023

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Static (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #21)   Leave a comment

There is a static in my eyes 
That only I can see
This technicolor tv buzz
Is only here for me

Sometimes I do not notice it
Sometimes I'm well aware
But even when I'm fast asleep
The static stays right there.

It's been with me for all my life,
It's with me to the end.
And even when I'm all alone
It's always been a friend.

I always thought its presence
Was the normal point of view.
But now I have a question:
Do you see the static too?

– SR Romney 2022

Divination (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #21)   Leave a comment

I engage in divination
To find the greatest parts of me
Stuck in endless rumination
Examining the flaws I see
Building up all this frustration
Why can't I find the missing key?
To end my incarceration
And find the will to live life free

– Shaman Romney 2021

Posted 04/21/2021 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2021

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Phantom (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #21)   Leave a comment

I’m a disembodied voice
Hoping from cell tower to cell tower
A set of fingers
Running across your Ethernet cable
A memory
Pasted across your Facebook wall
A parasocial phantom of the internet
And I like it that way

– SR Romney 2020

Posted 04/21/2020 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2020

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Seek (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #21)   1 comment

I seek pleasure in the material
But the effort is a waste
I seek succour in the ethereal
But can’t aquire the taste

I seek refuge in the familiar
But it’s all turned to stone
I seek shelter among others
But my thoughts are alone

– Shaman Romney 2019

Posted 04/21/2019 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2019

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Self Reflection (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #21)   Leave a comment

People should spend more time in self reflection
Too many are checking out their reflection
Instead of working towards their goals and virtues
We spend time on Facebook for likes and for views
We should be working towards improving our self
But we leave all our dreams sitting on the shelf
We’ve become Narcissis, trapped in our own gaze
Locked in our own prisons, for all of our days

– Shaman Romney 2018

“Fun” Poem (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #21)   Leave a comment

I want to write a fun poem
But I don’t know if I can
With fun words; I don’t know ’em
Maybe I should make a plan?

Except every time I try to
My thoughts are pulled astray
They make me want to cry, too
In a most depressing way

I’d love to just be happy
I try, but I just can’t
The world can be so crappy
All I want to do is rant

Will I regain some sanity?
Well, one coud only hope
But if your asking me?
The answer is a simple “nope.”

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 04/21/2017 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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Caffeine (National Poetry Writing Month #21)   Leave a comment

In my brain
Against the grain
Go insane

Moving fast
Blazing past

Vessel pop
Pressure drop
Should I stop?

Levels low
Going slow
Time to go

– Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/21/2016 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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The Edge (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 # 21)   Leave a comment

Standing on this 18th floor balcony,
But unlike you I am alone.
In my mind I take a leap,
Body sinking like a stone.

It’s just a thought. I would regret it
Some where around floor nine.
But part of me just wont forget it
And beckons me towards the edge.

He looks me in the eyes and says
“Don’t you want to join the sky?
Lose the weight of all your troubles,
And for that glorious moment, fly?”

His words make sense; indeed, persuade me.
Despite how troubling they are.
It feels like nothing will dissuade me.
As I move closer to the edge.

I put my hand upon the wall;
Lift my legs over the railing.
My self destructive reasoner
Is the one finally prevailing.

In this moment, I seem to lack,
That basic instinct; self preservation.
The feeling that would hold me back
From finally falling off the edge.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/21/2015 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Coffee: A Haiku (National Poetry Writing Month #21)   Leave a comment

Without you, old friend
My life would be misery
Morning pleasure brews.

Shaman Romney 2014