Long Somers Poems

He always brought the subject up at the most inappropriate time, usually when someone was trying to kill us.

Are you a believer now?

If I get out of this, I’ll think about it. We got out...

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He always brought the subject up at the most inappropriate of times, usually when some c**t was trying to kill us.
Are you a believer now?
If I get out of this, I’ll think about it. We...

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Round 1: New York won!
By Brett Somers
Written 10-13-2018

Like a ghost in the shadows
New York
People and places and vaporware faces
New York
Experience of magnitude
To have everything in the world
Yet what at all?
Transient position
Always moving 
New York
Cool spots,...

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iFactory Reset
Written by Brett Somers
On 4-13-16

 {Thank you for calling iFactory Reset}
{Name?}
Brett
{Device Type?}
Human
{IMEI code?}
xxx-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...

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Thought Springs from Winter’s Dreams
Written By Brett Somers
2-20-17

Times are rolling.
Focused, pleased with the world indeed.
When Winter whispers, “Spring is near,”
Mind disperses, 
Heart expands,
As the warm gusts float in. 
And with breath exhaled,
Time begins a stagnant...

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Whither The Fates Carry

Anchors aweigh in 1609, Anno Domini!
A convoy of ships laden with cargo set sail,
And departed Plymouth harbour to cross the Atlantic
For Jamestown, Virginia in the New World.

But a hurricane wreaked havoc in...

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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...

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Flit and Spin
By Brett Somers


Mind sticking round and round.
Loneliness is that sticking sound.
No pillows of comfort
Nor footstep, firm ground.
Why does my loneliness stick?
My ears make me sick.
Meddlesome they play.
Which way, which way.
Decisively I sway.

Meadows sit...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Life of a Flame
By Brett Somers 

Arched over its wick,
calmly swaying,
now moves with a flick.
In this moment,
it lives,
a hot yellow flame,
so soft, so beautiful,
yet intense, 
powerful.
 
And rides above
a waxy caldera, 
feeding from  
its...

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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...

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 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...

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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...

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 Star Soup
Written By Brett Somers
On 3-23-16
I stand yet I don’t know where 
Me and this night sky begins
This light is consuming me
Woozy I feel like running
From the power of this pulsating
Shower that’s grabbed me...

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How to Crack a Coconut
By Brett Somers
Written 3-15-16



Inside me
Lies a fresh coconut
Sweet water
Hard shell
Flesh that deceives
The true heart of a coconut
The sweetness inside.
Shell of pride
A fear that won’t subside
Shell of rage
Heaps of a critic’s eye.
To...

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  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...

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