Best Brett Poems
Dunblane
A senseless waste
These young live lost
Let's all stop to count the cost
Melissa, Charlotte,
Kevin and Ross
All over the world they will mourn your loss
A town United
In grief and pain
We all share the sadness of Dunblane
Victoria, Emma,
Mhairi and Dave
All the world will weep at your grave
When at the gates
They waved you goodbye
No-one could have known that you would die
Abigail,Emily,
Sophie and John
Once bright young and lively now all of you gone
Your whole lives before you
Still left to live
So much time remaining so much left to give
Hannah, Megan,
Joanna and Brett
In all of our hearts you are living yet
Spare a thought for Gwen Mayor
Their teacher so brave
Who gave up her life her pupils to save
So let’s learn the lesson
And maybe then
We can ensure it won’t happen again
That's the best tribute
To the kids of Dunblane
That their innocent blood was not shed in vain
By Denis Briggs
(On 13th march 1996 at 9:30 am Thomas Hamilton broke into a primary school in Dunblane Scotland and shot 16 children and one teacher dead. The whole world was shocked and it was dubbed the Dunblane Massacre)
Brett Favre looks hot in his Wrangler blue jeans
You know that cool dude ate his spinach greens
Has the perfect TV face
With the girls he scores first base
If only he could master passing screens
* For the sports limerick contest
"Blue Dress"
Temptation
Green as an
Apple
Blue
into the arms
of Hell
Red
"LIFE"
Read
the bite of an Apple
Stopped me short
and
YOU,
despite
all
Yellow Brick Road
Tornadoes
Stood by me
Silent, still, strong and
eloquent
Where is Love sung?
Love is sung
in the
Blue Notes
Dressed in Blue
The letters of a spell
undressed and unravelled
covert under cover
Manifestation sings softly
as you turn over
Jade eyes reflecting
Green four leaf clovers
floating deep in
Secret Oceans of Blue
"Where Do I Belong?"
The Key is held
on a tongue
passed with a dream,
on Mid Summer Night's
Jubilee kiss
from Forest of Arden
MAGIC.
The key is passed
through the Daemon's
Mirrors -
HOME.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Into Temptation / Crowded House
https://youtu.be/fSa1o_vT0EI
1. Brett Whitely
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brett_Whiteley
2. Brett Whitely Studio
https://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/brett-whiteley-studio/
3. Lyrics: Into Temptation / Crowded House
https://genius.com/Crowded-house-into-temptation-lyrics
4. Daemon
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daemon_(classical_mythology)
Oxygen Rushes In To Me
Written By Brett Somers
12-19-16
The audible plunge,
On a Somers night.
Cleansing site.
My hands free of this fight.
I leaned back to throw.
In my hand a small window.
Moon kissed a glow.
Eyes fixed beyond what I did know.
Wind whipped my ear,
Reminding me of things I didn’t want to hear.
She’d stretched my heart,
And then let it go.
Like a rubber band,
She’d let me go.
My skin bare,
Standing on shores edge.
In my underwear.
I don’t care.
Up to my waste,
A tear I could taste,
I threw my ring.
To break free of the hurting,
To break free of the hurting.
Above mountain’s silhouette it flew.
Above, with haste it knew.
Times arch has come to an end.
Now, below, brackish waters bend.
To consume this thing,
To the end,
To the end.
Fell back into a salty sleep.
My new life.
And deep my breath withheld.
My body aching to be free.
Emerged above water’s edge,
Oxygen rushes into me,
Oxygen rushes into me.
The Moonbeam Mari Anne
A poem by Brett Somers
The moonbeam graced the Austin sky,
The Mari Anne spirit whisking by. Spreading her love,
Her mysterious zest,
Manifesting turquoise upon my chest.
And back she slipped,
Beyond Austin she skipped,
Like a stone on placid waters,
The sound of her pitter patters.
Swoops into New York and settles in.
A jeweler of bead and pin,
Crafting her Mari Anne,
For yet another grateful and devoted fan!
This poem is dedicated to the gifted jeweler and accomplished graphic designer Marianne Walther!
-From WinkofHeart ;)
I bought a used electric car, and not coz I’ve gone green
For there were better reasons for obtaining that machine.
I figured weekday mornings I could save some precious time
Transforming my used car into the voltage making line.
The first thing that I added was a GFI outlet
That was capably installed by my second cousin Brett.
I then hooked up my toothbrush and put in what I loved most
A shiny, stainless, four slice, brand new toaster for my toast.
I couldn’t charge my razor since there wasn’t any space
So I plugged in an adaptor that should cover every base.
No sooner did the mini fridge take up the whole back seat
The juice and bread and butter filled its 1.5 square feet.
Last of all I mounted a new flat screen on the dash
And don’t you know that luxury depleted all my cash.
A light went on inside my head conveying some green scams
Like selling drinks and other things while stuck in traffic jams.
Or maybe my good neighbors would be inclined to pay
For running cords to their machines while parked in the driveway.
One day I found that my car had a convertible top
When too much steam from the popcorn machine made the top pop.
And that mishap was followed by a nippy, drenching rain
Shorting my ‘lectronics; going green can be a pain.
After that the batteries did not hold a single charge
Forcing me to lug the heap to an auto salvage yard.
Someone asked why I didn’t start with a Winnebago
Coz I had fun driving something green as a tomato.
I sent my poem to Supreme Court judge in the US, Neil Gorsuch
He was clear about his personal opinions
"WooW, a first class poem ~ a top winner poem"
Should I trust him, a friend of Donald Trump
I called the Supreme Court judge in the US, Brett Kavanaugh
(I read my poem to him)
"Now, what do you think ... is this a winning poem" ? ... I asked
Brett Kavanaugh replied,"I drank some beer last night and got black out
... harassment, this poem is just crap ... you will get an N / A "
07.03.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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You Be The Judge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Bobby May
2nd place in the contest
I never get tired of being on fire for Christ.
Let hell turn to ice.
The second coming is close.
Your an eternity away from being toast.
The teer from your eye is a light year into life.
Just don't use a knife.
Christ payed the price.
You don't need to shed blood.
You'll hear a thud.
You mean something.
Eat a green bean.
Your life is worth it.
You'll regret it.
This world is mean but if your clean you will be in paradise.
Christ was sacrafised so we can be pure.
Its very cruel how this world works.
The American dream is God's team.
The winning team.
Angels are all around you.
You wear wranglers like Brett farve the Jet carve.
Or Dale on the rail at Daytona.
Like Jonah who got eaten by the whale he probably heard a bell.
Sins are thrown into bins to get recycled.
Everyone is entitled.
Pray for another day.
Pray for a high way.
Pray for a blue jay.
Give your life to Christ you won't be sliced.
You'll spend entirety with God and you may get a hot rod.
Angels fly.
We can see the sky.
Its very high.
We have love from heaven above.
I.
The red winged blackbird knows how hard it is for me to connect with humans.
But I can still share my joy over this bird with my mom, who is dying for a way in.
II.
I was just told today by my teacher that I have a learning disability.
I was sad, confused. But my mom, she was “furious” when she heard.
She’s a real go-getter, too, and she went and got them,
Made them stop calling me that.
But now, things are worse.
Teacher Brett doesn’t help me anymore.
He’s helping some other kid.
Things are much harder now.
III.
My name is Betsy and I’m 25-years old.
I love Panda Express orange chicken more than anyone else on the planet.
It isn’t the fanciest restaurant but it’s cheap and I can walk to it. (I hate cooking.)
Without the spirit of inclusion,
The persistence of my parents,
And my high school “inclusion facilitators,”
I’d most likely be institutionalized or in some group home.
Instead I give speeches to crowds of fancy adults
About the power of not giving up, the power of support,
And the path of independence it has provided me.
(Straight to the orange chicken.)
better to be back in black
said Brett Boe
Coca-Cola for coy cat
replied Carla Coe
draw the duck down in dew
whispered Donna Doe
fries feed feisty firebugs
claims Frankie Foe
good guys grumble about golf
implies Grant Goe
hairy hilltops hide hat heroes
stated Harry Hoe
jackal junior joined the jazz jam
assured Jackie Joe
kings kneel before koala
declares Karren Koe
lonely lady lies in a lake
spoke Larry Loe
meanwhile muses moan in mud
complained Martha Moe
never nail the night in a nutshell
giggles Norma Noe
pisco for poor pigs in pubs!
shouts Paula Poe
quite quirky for quag queen
blabbed Quincy Qoe
rebel riders rule the roads
stated Ralphie Roe
only silly ships sail south
claimed Sammy Soe
triple taco tripped on telly
said Tammy Toe
violet violins vanish in vain
confirmed Vince Voe
waxy waffles weep on wire
told William Woe
Yeti yells at yummy yaks
asserts Yvonne Yoe
zig zag zone is zipped and zapped
finished Zack Zoe
If Plants Could Talk
Written by Brett Somers
On 4-20-2016
Oh Sun, thank you one.
Treat me soil thy toil my oil.
Eat me critters.
Nibble on my under leaf.
That tickles when you hold me so.
Wind blow stronger,
I can withstand you.
What a community are we,
With so much vivacity.
Oh humans, read a sonnet to me.
Pluck my fruit and shade your loins.
Feel my power, my strength.
It will be in you soon to share,
This energy beyond compare.
Look at my beauty so faire.
Dwell on my soft petals.
Enchant thee in my wet meadows.
Hold me closely as you pluck me neatly.
Smell each note as you greet me.
My fragrance flows past your nose,
And to all that knows.
Let this cup of dew renew,
The very essence within you.
My soft velvety curves,
Enchant you.
I bow to thee,
My eternal beauty.
From this fertile soil,
I have risen to the heavens,
For you to devour me.
Ticks of Laughter
By Brett Somers
Written 3-12-16
What is this peacefulness you seek?
This love that has you smiling cheek to cheek
A second hand ticks
And you laugh at it
Ashes fall
And you’re having a ball
Do you not know the mood the brood the attitude
Of the day in dismay
Of the people on display
A joy splat array of hurried and buried
Multitudes of jury
A bubble inside you
Seeks to defy you
Of worry
Of that scurry
That seems to belie you
Remembrance of honey
This drip sweet retreat
Of all that was, is now, to be
How you do it
If they only knew it
Would blast right through it
And the night would be a ray
Of moonlight
Stars vibrating
Clear skies
Soft inviting wind
To let them in
Sunday
No working
No Cleaning
No School
Just relaxation
Not even church
Sunday is the best week of my life especially when football and basketball comes on screen .
I prefer basketball.
Lakers beat the Supersonics
Go Lakers.
Today was a great Sunday for the Packers
I bleed green and yellow they beat the Steelers
I’m a cheese head.
Aaron Rodgers a winner.
Brett Favre was and became a traitor.
Family screaming Go Lakers
Family screaming Go Pack Go
The game ends and it became my best Sunday relaxtion ever.
Leave me alone Mom’s
I’m Trying to relax.
Stop talking baby
Let me watch the game.
No women allow
Guys hang out only
Let’s go Packers Sunday and lastly lets go Lakers Sunday.
I miss the feeling of going for a midnight drive, having the windows down, blaring our favourite song, three, two, one and it was all gone. We were defiantly driving with one headlight, but we both knew that it was going to be alright. We loved to drive all night because we knew the DJ would play it again. Every now and then we would drive to your mom’s house out in Simcoe, everybody around knew we were burnin’ it down. Hey girl, you know what you were doing with the beat of the music, always had a way to make me loose it. We both knew that together we were fire and gasoline, but we both lived like there was no tomorrow. There is always a map that leads me to you, as twisted as it sounds you didn’t know that I was insane, but you weren’t to blame. Sometimes, you have to say take care and look the other way, but am I wrong if a stutter through the fallout? We’re going to let it burn as we swing life away. Until all of me loves all of you, we’ll be singing American pie till its 3AM, while we’re counting stars in the middle of a hurricane. We’ll meet again when it’s the summer of 69’ because it’s where my demons hide. I hope in the future we can go for one last midnight drive.
*Playlist:
321- Brett Kissel
One Headlight- The Wallflowers
Play it Again- Luke Bryan
Burnin’ it Down- Jason Aldean
Hey Girl- Bill Currington
Tomorrow –Chris Young
Maps- Maroon 5
Twisted- Eminem
Take Care- Drake
Am I wrong? - Nico & Vinz
Stutter- Marianas Trench
Fallout- Marianas Trench
Burn- Ellie Goulding
Swing Life Away- MGK
All of Me- John Legend
American Pie- Don McLean
3AM- Matchbox 20
Counting Stars- One Republic
Hurricane- The Fray
Summer of 69’- Bryan Adams
Demons- Imagine Dragons
*In order
Heart’s Manifest
Written by Brett Somers
on 3-16-16
Just go
Don’t think
Your heart just gave you
A wink
It knows
What’s right for you
Your mind
Can only think
Feel right?
Don’t fight
Listen to it
Hop on your flight
Be there
Within your chest
Your heart knows what’s best
Your mind
But one task
To listen to your heart’s manifest
Now it’s up to you
Which you listen to