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Too Long (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #8)   Leave a comment

Too long.
It’s been too long.
Too long since I last head your song;
The sweet melody of your laughter
Ringing throughout the house.
Now, there is only a melancholy melody
Slowly fading as the distance grows
Too long.
It’s been too long.

– Shaman Romney 2019

Price Of Tea (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #8)   Leave a comment

The steep price for tea
Is but 5 minutes of your time;
Even less for one that is lighter.
A small cost for most
But the same for all
Regardless of status or station.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Posted 04/08/2018 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2018

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Gorging (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #8)   Leave a comment

I want to gorge myself
On life
On happiness
On experience
On love
But those things are scarce
And I find myself starving
So instead
I’ll gorge myself
On food
On drink
On distractions
Maybe then
I’ll feel full

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 04/08/2017 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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Compromise (National Poetry Writing Month #8)   Leave a comment

We need to find some compromise
We need to find some common ground
We need to stop the mud and the lies
We need to stop the fury and sound

We should come together, hand in hand
We should come together, with enemy and friend
We should work together, to take a stand
We should work together to make it to the end

Instead, we draw battle lines for the fight
Instead, we put the loaded gun to our head
Instead, we are to stubborn to do what’s right
Instead, we choose to end up dead.

I want a world that faces its problems with love.
I want us to cut out the vitriol, and rise above.

– Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/08/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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Party (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #8)   Leave a comment

When you say party,
Most think of beer and music,
I think D and D.

– Shaman Romney 2015

The Gallery (National Poetry Writing Month # 8)   Leave a comment

The Gallery

Each person we see,
Walking down the street
In line at the store
In every car we pass by.

Is a tapestry of memories.
Tragedy beyond understanding
Triumph beyond reason
Life beyond measure.

We are in a gallery
Full of artists
of wonderful music
and so much more.

When surrounded by such beauty,
Do you look to your favorites?
Or see something new?
What do you choose?

Shaman Romney 2014

Posted 04/08/2014 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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