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Dysphoria and Acceptance (National Poetry Writing Month 2023 #25)   Leave a comment

Tastes like vegetables I don't like.
Feels like an itch I cannot scratch.
Sounds like an untuned guitar chord.
Looks like a smudge on my glasses that wont come off.
Smells like leftovers you forgot in the fridge for months.

Tastes like pure, clean spring water.
Feels like a relaxing soak in a hot bath.
Sounds the opening riff to my favorite song.
Looks like a stained glass cathedral at sunset.
Smells like warm, freshly done laundry.

– SR Romney 2023

Guitar (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #25)   Leave a comment

Early in the morning 
I always here your music calling
Dont know who I'd be
Without this Guitar sitting next to me
Beat by beat
Chord by chord
Anytime I'm feeling bored
I pick you up and play a tune.

The brassy buzz that turns to art
As my fingers brush the strings
Rhythmically, I feel the texture
Of your scales ascending
Beat by beat,
Chord by chord,
A world of joy is stored in you
I pick you up and play a tune.

– SR Romney 2022

Posted 04/25/2022 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2022

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Spider (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #25)   Leave a comment

Today I saw a gigantic spider 
Making a journey up my trembling arm
Now I have an unexpected rider
I really hope that it means me no harm

It froze in place once I started moving
The moment tense as we met eye to eyes
It's countenance seem quite disapproving
And no doubt it was planning my demise

Then my hand moved over to the paper
I brought it forth and asked him to hop on
My friend decided to end the caper
I let it out; in a flash it, was gone.

I hope my friend, the spider, will not deign
To grace my house with his presence again

– Shaman Romney 2021

Empty (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #25)   Leave a comment

Every day I feel a little more tired
My body getting slower and softer
Pacing myself a little more as I go
Trying a little harder each day
Yet I am still feeling the strain
Of running on empty.

– SR Romney 2020

Posted 04/25/2020 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2020

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Get After It! (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #25)   Leave a comment

Are there issues in life that you need to push through?
Is there something you want to do?
Get after it!

Are you tired of fighting to get through the day?
Of obstacles put in your way?
Get after it!

Do you keep looking for the right moment to start?
You carry a dream in your heart?
Get after it!

Sick and tired of looking for your reason why?
Is there something you want to try?
Get after it!

You don’t want to spend your whole life wondering how;
The answer is start moving now!
Get after it!

– Shaman Romney 2019

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 Shay 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

Posted 04/25/2017 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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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 Shay 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 Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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