With intent, creation ignites
Blossoming new joyous wonders
All things grow from desires
From miracles to dynasties
With no spark, flames may keep burning
But nothing new lives without us
– SR Romney 2025
Archive for the ‘poem #28’ Tag
Intent (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #28) Leave a comment
Cat Questions (National Poetry Writing Month 2024 #28) Leave a comment
Why do you have to go to work?
Can't you stay home and play?
The time you have to go to work
Is my least favorite time of day.
Why do you have to go to sleep?
Can't you stay up and play?
I don't know why night is for sleep;
It's more comfy in the day.
Why do you have to close the door?
Open it up and play!
My litter box doesn't have a door;
It's much more friendly that way.
Why don't we curl up on the couch?
I'm tired from all the play.
Sure, let's lay down on the couch;
I wouldn't have it any other way.
SR Romney 2024
Medication (National Poetry Writing Month 2023 #28) Leave a comment
I fear I'm a slave to medication
Without pills, I don't really feel like me
I lack any drive or dedication
To help me live life, to help me break free.
Is it slavery to want to be more
Than a slob staying locked up in my room?
Are these pills key to opening the door
Helping me escape my self-imposed doom?
Do these drugs make a farce of who I am?
Or do they let me show you what is real?
Do they finally let me give a damn?
Or are the drugs here to help me conceal?
For now, I still take them, knowing it's best.
I'm better unsure than being depressed.
– SR Romney 2023
Hazy Day Dream (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #28) Leave a comment
I'm dreaming the day away
'Cause I've got nothing important to say to you
So we'll follow routine like we always do
I'll just follow you
Time ticks on to more of the same
There is nobody to blame but me
So I'll sit in my head like I always do
I'll just follow you
This world doesn't mean that much to me
I'd rather stay inside my hazy day dream
The day was bright and full of sun
I wish I could go out and have a little fun
That's not something that you want to do
I'll just follow you
There isn't much to do inside
But the confines of my mind are great for hiding me
So I'll hang out here like I always do
I'll just follow you
The world doesn't mean that much to me
I'd rather stay inside my hazy day dream
– SR Romney 2022
What if? (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #28) Leave a comment
What if I could see my whole life
Laid like branches in front of me?
Would I be the type of person
Who prunes my leaves aggressively?
Or would I let them grow or die,
Whatever fits my destiny?
I guess that I will never know,
As now is all we're meant to see.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Hiding (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #28) Leave a comment
Much of life is spent in hiding;
Time is sand that runs through fingers.
Always smiling and abiding,
Much of life is spent in hiding.
So I write these words for guiding
And leave you with a thought that lingers:
Much of life is spent in hiding;
Time is sand that runs through fingers.
– SR Romney 2020
American Monarchy (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #28) Leave a comment
The president shouldn’t be our king,
He’s a civil servant
But we’re obsessed with making them into
Something they can’t be.
Not just better than you and me
But perfect, a godling.
They have to be the man or woman of our dreams
Beams of light coming down
Angelic choruses sing
Trumpets thundering
Leaving us all wondering
Blinding us with amazement
A panacea embodiment
But whether a cad or a grand crusader
A grand persuader, or a humble worker
They can reach for greatness, but never perfection
And we shouldn’t expect them to.
– Shaman Romney 2019
Stain (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #28) Leave a comment
There are things that forever stain a man.
Things so potent and dark
They remain on one’s hands;
Clinging, wash after wash.
Many things come to mind,
But none so nefarious and indelible
As pomegranate juice.
– Shaman Romney 2018
Utah Weather (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #28) Leave a comment
Utah weather; There is nothing better
Than wearing shorts in snowOr bringing sunscreen and an umbrella
Wherever you may goAlways be prepared, just like a boy scout
Because you never knowIf you are going to melt with heat stroke
Or if winter will show.
– Shaman Romney 2017
Backwards Fear (National Poetry Writing Month #28) 1 comment
The ground was cold, wet with blood
The impact, hard and sudden
The wind rushed passed his eyes
The glass twinkled in the sunlightThe window gave way with a final jerk
He continued to hit it with desperation
His hands were slick with his blood
The glass shattered and wounded him.He punched at it furiously, hurriedly
He dashed for the room, for the light
Running in his abject terror
He spotted safety in the other roomDesperately, he searched in darkness
He had to get away from that thing
He heard the claws scrapping the floor
The monster began its gibberingThe undulating mass stared at him with hunger
His eyes adjusted to the darkness
He heard the other-worldly voice garble
“Run, and you will die tired.”
-Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 