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Objects On My Mantle (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #29)   Leave a comment

Several decks of cards I never shuffle
A symbolic flask I never drink from
An edgy looking raven sitting on a skull
A misplaced bag of party balloons
A pair of locks I picked out to pick
A trio of relics, with tokens inside
A little metal obelisk I got in the mail

– Shaman Romney 2018

Posted 04/29/2018 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2018

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Habit: 3 Lunes  (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #29)   Leave a comment

I’m stuck in habits
I don’t want
They hamper my life

But change is so hard
If instead
I don’t have to think

If I want a life
Worth living
I’ll need to work hard

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 04/29/2017 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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Pretty White Lies (National Poetry Writing Month #29)   Leave a comment

I’ve been served up with these platitudes
False visages of alternate possibilities
The cause of my stupid attitudes
Of me exercising my futilities

The lies were served up steaming
The pile of bull shit standing tall
But I believed you, smile beaming
And ate it up, flies and all.

I am the blind ignoramus
Who can’t see what is in front of my eyes
The hellish road of good intentions before us
Is paved with all your pretty white lies.

– Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/29/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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Solitary Confinement (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #29)   Leave a comment

Solitary Confinement
Four walls closed in on me
Unfair Chastisement
For a crime that wasn’t committed
Solitary Refinement
To make a functioning member of society.
Undeserved Assignment
Of a moral debt that needs to be remitted.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/29/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Oh no!   Leave a comment

Oh no, I need to write some poetry.
I’m going to try and do it cleverly,
But also with a sense of brevity,
Yes I am going to write some poetry.

Quickly I must write a second verse
Im pressed, but it could be worse.
I could be riding in a herse.
Finally a second verse.

Now we have reached the end.
I gave my brain an awful bend.
It finally broke, so now I shall mend.
Im taking a nap, so here’s the end.

Shaman Romney 2014

Posted 04/29/2014 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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