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Self Loathing (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #25)   Leave a comment

I’m in love with self loathing,
My ill fitting clothing,
The face in the mirror
I find unattractive.
The cowardly wallflower
Not under his own power.
Not taking the first step,
Merely being reactive.
Best at procrastinating,
Lazy and frustrating,
Doing only what is needed,
Otherwise I’m inactive.
I don’t like that man.
But try as I can
I don’t get why I
Find him so attractive.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Posted 04/25/2018 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2018

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Drill (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #25)   Leave a comment

Drill, baby, drill!
For oil to soil the soil we toiled to till
Kill, baby, kill!
No stopping the dropping of bodies; we’ve coffins to fill.
Shine, baby, shine!
We’ll show there’s no going against what we know is divine.
Whine, baby, Whine!
Don’t abstain, just complain. Tell the world what is yours is now mine.
Shill, baby, shill!
Forget morals, rest your laurels on the fortune you can distill
Drill, baby, drill!
If you’ve got it then flaunt it. If you don’t take it then who will?

– Shaman Romney 2017

In Shape (National Poetry Writing Month 2016 #25)   Leave a comment

I’m changing
From obtuse to acute
From oblong to compound
From portly to pugilist

Shedding pounds from
my body,
my mind,
my life,
I stand on the scale.

I am less of a man
Than I was at the start;
I’m much better for it.

– Shaman Romney 2016

Gaming All Day (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 # 25)   Leave a comment

Some say spending all day with a game
Is a colossal waste of time, and is extremely lame.
But when you need to refresh you mind
A better alternative would be very hard to find.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/25/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Infinity (National Poetry Writing Month #25)   Leave a comment

Whirling fire
Long, searing pain
Scorched desire
And loss again.

Unending love
Sweet, soothing rain
I rise above
With hope again

Unyielding life
Unending train
Triumph and strife
Will come again.

My soul will rise
Height, it will gain
With my demise
I’ll rise again.

Shall not be slain
In memory
I live again.

Shaman Romney 2014

Posted 04/25/2014 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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