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Purpose (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #15)   Leave a comment

Here, tonight, I sit in soliloquy
Pondering the purpose of life, of man
The nature of finding his destiny
The folly of failing to make his plan
Showing his virtue in chasing vices
Showing true honesty while he’s alone
Losing himself in other’s devices
Showing his passion, nose to the grindstone
Taking life’s road past the ruin, the fame
Or standing aside while others go past
Owning his failure, or passing the blame
Breathing each breath as if it were his last
To list out a man, I’ve only begun
But to understand, I’ll never be done

How can I understand something I know
I cannot ever truly understand
For I’m one crystal in a sea of snow
But one single grain in a hill of sand
The infinitesimal blinds my sight
As I stare at the unknown, unblinking
The deluge of data fills me with fright
The cognitive burden stops my thinking
Why must I care about this fantasy!?
Why does this fire keep burning my brain!?
Why does my suffering bring ecstasy!?
Is this sanity, or ramblings insane?
I must keep on searching to find my truth
I’ll obsess a lifetime, starting in youth

– SR Romney 2020

Changes (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #9)   Leave a comment

When everything changes, nothing changes
Life is entropy, a forever dance
A series of energy exchanges
That passes by us in a single glance

Cycles and cycles flowing together
Becoming a colorful rainbow blend
Then floating away light as a feather
Flowing and floating again without end

Every moment is filled with a static
A hum in the background means you’re alive
Although it makes life feel so erratic
It’s in chaos where humanity thrives

When changes rear their head, you should not flee
Embrace all the new and you will be free

– SR Romney 2020

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

Posted 05/31/2018 by Shaman in Poetry

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Failure (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #7)   Leave a comment

I wish I could say I have failed all my life
I wish I could say that I’ve lost
I wish I faced perils, obstacles and strife
I wish my dreams were a sunk cost

Because through the failure I’d learn
Each loss is a step towards winning
Through the perils are victories I earn
From the cost would spring a new beginning

Instead I left my life to waste
Sitting idle without any traction
Instead of loving life I’ve been chaste
My only failure is my inaction

Is it to late to advance? I don’t know.
But forward to greatness or folly I go.

– 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 go

Not 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 find

Strength 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 cost

I know I’ll struggle, I know I may fail
Even if I do, imagine the tale?

– Shaman Romney 2018

Posted 02/28/2018 by Shaman in Poetry

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A Blessing for Marriage   1 comment

We spend our whole lives searching high and low.
We struggle past obstacles near and far.
We fight every day so that we can know,
That we have found love here, right where we are.

Thousands have said it in a million ways:
With poems, with music, with works of art.
Expressing true love for all of our days,
Giving a voice to our quivering heart.

Your actions today are your confession
Of all of your feelings you couldn’t hide.
You transcend words with this, your expression:
The act of you standing here, side by side

I know I speak for us all as I say,
“May you be forever blessed on this day.”

– Shaman Romney 2018

Posted 02/04/2018 by Shaman in Poetry

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Philosophy   Leave a comment

When I try to ponder philosophy
I ask myself, “why does this all matter?”
Is it important to understand me
If I’d rather live mad as a hatter?

Do we need to grasp all the universe
In order to till and plant the soil?
Should we now carry this forever curse;
Spend all of our thoughts in this turmoil?

Existence exists, and A equals A.
Or, I’m nothing but a brain in a jar.
A thousand schools of thought all just to say
We think we think, and think we know we are.

These questions are things I feel I must ask,
Although my life’s work won’t fill up the task.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Posted 01/11/2018 by Shaman in Poetry

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A Sonnet   Leave a comment

Today I wanted to write a sonnet
So I stood up then sat down in my chair.
But as I placed my butt down upon it,
I found the poem was no longer there.

I would not dare to start out without it
Unless I would like my effort wasted
The coward in me thinks I should just quit
But I cannot with the sonnet tasted

What do I write when my thoughts go astray?
When my ideas are derailed off the track?
Normally I have way too much to say
and struggle to take far too many back.

So when in doubt, I will write what I know
A sonnet’s sonnet is the way to go.

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 03/24/2017 by Shaman in Poetry

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Age (National Poetry Writing Month 2016 #13)   Leave a comment

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Age is a matter of feelings, not years
At least, that’s what the cookie told me
Sometimes I feel like knocking back a few beers
Other times I want my mommy to hold me

Sometimes I’m an old man waiting to die
Or an energetic toddler running all over the place
A twenty something trying to get by
Or learning to walk, falling on my face

I’m so many ages all at the same time
Both an old fogey and a dumb kid
Having a life ahead of me is sublime
As was living the life that I did.

But there’s one thing that stays, whether senior or tike
Taking a nap is one thing we all like.

– Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/13/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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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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