Once upon a time
I'd run to you when I was sad
You'd dry my tears and remind me
That it's not so bad
But just that's just how it used to be
Now it's only a memory
– SR Romney 2022
Archive for the ‘poem’ Tag
Growing Older (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #4) Leave a comment
Along the lake (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #3) Leave a comment
I skip along the rocks again
Just like we used to do
And dance along the memories
Of when our love was true
I throw a stone into the lake
And shatter all it's glass
The ripples move like memories
Like echoes of our past
I sit my self upon the shore
And stare into the trees
And hear the words you said to me
Scatter upon the breeze
I take a breath and close my eyes
And focus on your face
For one last time I say goodbye
And drift off into space
– SR Romney 2022
Place (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #2) Leave a comment
We are all looking for a place to be
Minute by minute, leaving our mark
One point at a time
Hoping it will last long enough
For someone to see
Before being crushed
Under the personality of others
– SR Romney 2022
Deception (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #1) Leave a comment
Life is built from deception: from lies unknown; truths unspoken.
"I love you." "I miss my friend." "I'm glad I'm here." I'm so alone."
If we stop, and speak from our heart, wouldn't life be much better?
– SR Romney 2022
Praxis (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #1) Leave a comment
No poetry this month
I think I've writ enough
I think I'll do my taxes,
and other boring stuff
Thats just the thing I'd say
Since there is no other way
To exercise some praxis
On this April Fool's day.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Opposites Leave a comment
You and I are:
Peanut butter and a cheese burger,
Strawberries and pizza,
Whiskey and grape juice,
Pop music and death metal.Two things which seem wrong together.
But, for a few select people,
We are perfectly matched.
– Shaman Romney 2019
Zombie Leave a comment
I miss you the way a heart misses a beat.
One moment you’re gone and that’s the death of me.
I drag my corpse along; a shambling zombie.
Searching for my soul: the way you complete me.
– Shaman Romney 2018
Mistakes Leave a comment
I feel I am defined by my mistakes
More easily than by my successes.
By times when I could not rise to the stakes;
Times when I gave into my excesses.I say this not because of self loathing,
Or due to obsessive ideation.
Nor, wearing pride like ill fitting clothing,
As an imposter venting frustration.My mistakes are the crux of my story;
The arc starting the path to what’s in store.
At present, they seem ugly and gory.
In hindsight, they’re the path to being more.In making mistakes, if you cannot learn,
Success is impossible to discern.
– Shaman Romney 2018
A Third Path Leave a comment
Between passivity and anger,
Between love and disdain
There is always a third path to takeTo this truth, I am not a stranger
For again and again
Not choosing it is my great mistakeThis path may be filled with much danger
Finding it is a pain
But it’s worth it when life is at stakeAct assertively without anger
Don’t give way to disdain
There is always a third path to take.
– Shaman Romney 2018
Strongman Leave a comment
Inside, I feel I must be a strong man
I need to be the kind of man I know
When others flee, to be the one that ran
Towards where even the brave dare not goNot just strength of muscle, nor strength of arms
But strength of iron willed soul, and of mind
Strength to withstand all the world’s ills and harms
That fabled inner strength, so hard to findStrength to persevere under immense weight
To see triumph when all seems to be lost
To see past good enough, and stride towards great
To keep the flame lit, no matter the costI know I’ll struggle, I know I may fail
Even if I do, imagine the tale?
– Shaman Romney 2018
Shame on The Universe 