Archive for the ‘Poem #3’ Tag

Morning Shower (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #3)   Leave a comment

Wash away the dreams and nightmares,
And soak in the morning warmth.
Scrub your mind with idle thoughts
And condition yourself to new possibilities.
Rinse away your fears,
Pat dry your worries,
And start of your day right

– Shaman Romney 2021

Seven Loops (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #3)   Leave a comment

Seven loops
Call the troops
To see the emperor fall
In the end
The figurehead
Didn’t hold much at all
To you and me
A deity
A figure miles tall
But all the same
At the end of the game
We see our emperor fall

– SR Romney 2020

Posted 04/03/2020 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2020

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Investment (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #3)   Leave a comment

Life is an investment you pay for with time;
Interests accrue seconds of interest.
And money is much more than nickel and dime,
It’s a symbol of effort you did divest.

All too often we view our life as a game;
We buy up the tickets and hope that they pay.
Our lives are real, and are usually tame.
The lottery is throwing our time away.

If we save our minutes and value hours
Bank all our efforts, and keep looking forward.
We’ll be there when our life finally flowers
And we will be able to reap our reward.

So always remember: your time is your own,
How you spend it is your decision alone.

– Shaman Romney 2019

Myself (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #3)   Leave a comment

I find it useful to think of myself
As three distinct individuals.
A past, a present, and a future me.
Each with a role in guiding my life.

My past: a lesson I get to observe.
A collection of all my mistakes,
And of all of my victories achieved.
My tome of knowledge to draw upon.

My present: an explorer finding more.
Combing this plane for experience
Gathering up data for me to use
And refining my view of the world.

My future: an ideal to strive towards.
The kind of person I want to be.
Always changing as I learn more and more.
An unreachable destination.

All three are me, and they act in concert:
My future provides me with the map,
My past gives me the skill to start the path,
My present, the drive to move forward.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Frames (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #3)   Leave a comment

Contacts are conformity
Hiding your differences
And imperfections from the world
Showing you what everyone else sees.

Glasses makes the truth obvious
That we see the world in frames
And that reality is blurry and sharp
Nearsighted and farsighted

Wholly unique for each person

– Shaman Romney 2017

Medication (National Poetry Writing Month #3)   Leave a comment

Depression can suck
Medication can help
Don’t test your luck
Grab the pills off the shelf

Toss them back
Give them a swallow
And start to track
The good things that follow

You’ll find balance
Life will be sweeter
So just take a chance
It wont make you a cheater

Go get some help
It will get better
Take care of your self
Write your self a love letter.

– Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/05/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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Lack (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #3)   Leave a comment

Today I’m lacking inspiration.
I had plenty perspiration,
But couldn’t spark my imagination
And so I’m left with just frustration

I can’t seem to get inspired
I had work in which I was mired
Which I did in order to not get fired.
But it has left me feeling tired.

So as I write the final line
of wayward thoughts I thought to combine
Remember I’m keeping this promise of mine:
The day is not over, I got this is done, so I’m fine.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/03/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Myself and I(National Poetry Writing Month #3)   Leave a comment

Myself and I

Here I am, beside my self,
And I decide to see.
If I can have a conversation,
between I and me.

It shouldn’t be too difficult,
I’m such a clever guy
It should be a great discourse
Between me and I.

I turn and look me in the eye,
Open my mouth to speak.
But then I find I’m saying
The exact same thing as me.

I try to get a word in
But I speak before I can.
I cannot say a thing;
Cannot interrupt this man.

I finally stop to listen
only now I see
That I’ve also gotten quiet,
To listen up for me.

And so I do this back and forth
Until I’ve had enough.
We both start to wish,
that I would just give up.

And so I have decided
silence is my best course.
I’ve learned that speaking to myself
is something i shouldn’t force.

Shaman Romney 2014