Best Somers Poems
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 ;)
morning chemo -
She removes from her smooth head
a long pink scarf
pretty pink roses
near her hospital bed. . . .
the blush on her cheeks
homecoming time -
on all her neighbor’s trees. . .
pink ribbons
Dedicated to Suzanne Somers, a beautiful and famous cancer survivor
(I honestly and thankfully can’t think of someone personally that I know
of who is close to me, who died of breast cancer. I probably know some
survivors who are acquaintances of mine.)
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
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
iFactory Reset
Written by Brett Somers
On 4-13-16
{Thank you for calling iFactory Reset}
{Name?}
Brett
{Device Type?}
Human
{IMEI code?}
***-xx-xx34
{What is it you’re calling for?}
Memory's faded
Processor’s jaded
Bios clock is ticking too fast
Program glitches
From a complicated past
Life files beyond defrag
Inputs too many
So they lag
Outputs not enough to complete the day
Home drive support is missing
No relational database
Barely even a tuple array
Can’t get X’s and O’s
From 1’s and 0’s
My touch screen is frozen pink
It’s been over a year
Since I’ve had a good sync
And there’s a certain user bug
I just can’t shrug
Without overheating
This computer’s mug
So please at last
Will you reset my past?
My info’s backed up in the cloud
If that many gigabytes are aloud
{Processing…Waiting…}
{Processing…Waiting…}
{Human Incompatibility Error}
{Processing Rejected}
Perhaps it’s best that there’s not a computer
Beneath this chest
Since pain and suffering
Gives a human zest
Maybe life isn’t a program after all
Perhaps I’m not predestined to fall
A computer at times may have less quirks
But it was programmed to do certain work
My life is of my own choosing
And frustrating though at times it may be
I prefer this choosing
Over pre-programmed monotony
Squirrels Know Better
Written By Brett Somers
On 3-17-16
Does a squirrel know it made a mess?
Does it worry its scurry
Is second best?
Ravishing nuts
Discarding shells
Leaves flying
Amongst dust feather tails
When it bolts up a tree
Does it complain about
Its ADD?
Or feel remiss
Of the breaking branch
On which it sits
Why then do I gloom
Over my disheveled room?
The stacks of paper
Heaps of clothes I plow through
Why is the word procrastination
A brick of dastardly creation?
When all along I’ve been uncovering
And discovering.
My time well spent?
Does the squirrel even reflect
On which way it went?
Who’s to say
What’s good or bad anyway
The matter that matters
Is that chamber
That pitter patters
My soul is complete
Regardless of where
I take my feet
Come on squirrel
Let’s scurry up that tree
We’ve got a nut to eat
Homage to Poetry (Formerly PoET a Tree)
By Brett Somers
3/19/16
Poetry is everywhere
It’s in our hearts
It’s in our minds
It’s the purest expression
Of human kind
It’s the breath
Of our inner creation
A touch of the divine
As they sing the lines
Of Dylan, Morrison, Kendrick Lamar
To the base of their idling car
They may say poetry ain’t cool
Wiser – They know
For poetry at times
Is an abstract old fool
The Life of a Drop
By Brett Somers
Written 3-14-16
A drop patiently awaits
A fate it cannot abate
A sprinkle in time
A moment closer to flow
It already knows.
Down it will go
With each midst
It doesn’t resist
With each expansion
Grows wiser
New molecules of wonder
From ancient seas and thunder
Holding on
Its position firm
On showers curtain
It awaits its turn.
A flow streams past
One drop to end many
Many drops become one
But our drop holds on
Eagerly filling its translucent bowl
A shimmering watery soul
Now feeling gravity’s throes
Heavier and bulging
It knows.
A sudden shift downward
Too heavy to hold
From inside the tension subsides
Walls collide
Its grip forever lost
But now enjoying the ride
Flowing
Glowing
Sense of unknowing
Joining other drops
Picking up momentum
Then all stops.
The Art of Dreaming
Written by Brett Somers
On 3/18/16
You slip into slumber
Eyes roll and flick
Your deep under
Symbols and scenes
Hold secret inner
Workings
Fear and joy
Heart’s not
Aware
Of this decoy
Monster attack?
NP
You create a puppy pack
But true meaning revealed
Deep subconscious unsealed
Aha!!!*@#!!!
I got this Freud
I Love You from You
Written By Brett Somers
On 4/10/16
When feeling down
And the world is crashing ‘round
Someone’s loving words
Can hold your heart profound
Your day lighter
Your step brighter
And when their love is remiss
Or you’re lacking in love’s kiss
When there’s no one to embrace you
And all the world’s
About to face you
That needed boost
Has always been right there
That gentle whisper in your ear
Of the kindest words you ever did hear
I love you
I love you
I love you
That gentle whisper
So profound and clear
Is coming from your inner ear
What you just heard
Is I love you
From you
What delight to know
Your worry and woe
Can be vanished with a few simple words
Anywhere you go
Love story in 25 words
By Moonbeam
Note: This is not a poem by WinkofHeart (aka Brett Somers)
I'm posting this poem for a friend of mine, Marianne Walther aka Moonbeam to help her share her voice with the world. Please comment on this poem encouraging her to open her own PoetrySoup account.
We talked for hours.
your eyes
turned my brain
into hot pudding.
you left me only
your voice by telephone.
then nothing......
only hot pudding.
On the New Jersey Shore, there is Ocean City.
It has a boardwalk that looks so pretty.
Whole families enjoy a day in the sun.
There is so much to do for some summer fun.
There are restaurants and shops galore.
There are amusement park rides, and plenty more.
You can buy fudge, salt water taffy, and cotton candy.
All of it tastes so sweet and dandy.
This town is some splendid vacation turf.
You have the sun, the sand, and some salty surf.
This place has an ideal first-class beach.
From Philly and New York, it’s within reach.
However, here is one fact no one will deny:
Ocean City is a town that is dry.
There is no place to get a shot or a beer.
If you want to drink, you cannot stay here.
To get some booze, you have to go away.
Hop on the bridge, and go across the bay.
A town is there that has many a drinking joint.
This other place is known as Somers Point.
Soul Staring
By Brett Somers
3/18/16
Look
Focus
Under your sternum
Are you there?
Stare
Hold your attention
Now feel
It’s real
There’s no room to think
Your mind
Not elsewhere
Wait …
Watch your awareness grow
Like a flower
Slow
-ly
Open
-ing
Answers will come
Clear sight
Peaceful delight
Did you?
Did you stare at your soul?
Do you?
Do you feel whole?
Repeat – repeat – repeat –
For a continuous retreat