Sister-David Somerset

Sister David Somerset

[Inspired by a facebook post by my friend Justice, who put out a call for size 8 sneakers needed by a woman in Central Square, Lynn MA, standing there in soggy slippers, apparently homeless.]

 

Did you see my sister

under the bridge in Central Square

on the edge…in the rain

soggy slippers and cardboard sign

going nowhere…

surrounded by don’t want to know

and don’t want to care

even though….

we’re all under a bridge

somewhere


Dave Somerset aka “Call Dave” writes and performs poetry, stories and music at local open mics and features. He likes Bansky’s idea that “art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable” and that truth and good writing converge. Dave’s work has been published in the Merrimac Mic Anthology, and online sights. Dave also has published a Chap Book: Among Poets Tonight.

Apocalypse Buffet- David Somerset

Apocalypse Buffet David Somerset

[Written while waiting for my order of meatloaf at the Cellar open mic]

 

Another meal at the Apocalypse Buffet

It could be a snack or

a meal at mid-day

But we can’t pass up

That “All you can eat!” special

Each and every day

Shock and awe in the morning

Car bombings in the afternoon

Random shootings fill the quiet

Russia Russia Russia

And then dead air

When the dishes run low

They are quickly refilled

Our hearty appetites

Always want more


Dave Somerset writes and performs poetry, stories and music at open mics and features. He likes Bansky’s idea that “art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable” and that truth and good writing converge. Dave’s work has been published in the Merrimac Mic Anthology, and online sites. Dave also has published a Chap Book: Among Poets Tonight.

Among Poets Tonight- David Somerset

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The world has leaned heavy on some of us
It has broken us and then
scorned our brokenness as weakness
ridiculed our sensitivity as defects

The world cares little for us
and even less for what we have to say
it has delighted in crushing our creative hearts
But you are among poets tonight

Our small voices cry out
from a wilderness of pain and despair
lost in forests so deep that they hide the light
and so wide as to leave us, all alone

But you are among poets tonight
who have felt that pain
lived in that darkness, and have been alone
and you will be heard

Many of us come from families that never knew us
did not know what to do with us
we were aliens to their dysfunction
and strangers among them

But you are among poets tonight
here and now, nothing is out of bounds
no one will be judged or reprimanded
all words may be spoken freely

injury and anguish absorbed long ago will be disarmed
tonight, we can look for what we have lost
we can find new freedom and recovery
as our truths are revealed from within our own voices

We may share our hurricanes of imagination and
glimpses of beauty that we may only fully see
when we speak about them to each other
you are among poets tonight

Among us, you may hear words more acutely
experience images more intensely
connect with more feelings, of others and your own
this is the way of poets

But, should we forget about the pain we have felt
lose the memory of our own hurt from an uncaring world
and then say unkind or insensitive words that hurt each other
those things too will be heard

So, let us celebrate all those beautiful gifts we have
that the world once punished us for
and now we share and glory in
You are among poets tonight!