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    I Had To Start Somewhere. My First Fifty Poems.
    I Had To Start Somewhere. My First Fifty Poems.
    I Had To Start Somewhere. My First Fifty Poems.
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    I Had To Start Somewhere. My First Fifty Poems.

    By Stephen Scorer

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    I had to start somewhere is a collection of my first 50 poems, my writing journey started after I became redundant from my job as a post person in March 2016, there are a wide range of topics that I have tried to cover with sports poems and some on mental health has to be the most prominent. When I decided on making a collection of my own poetry, to which I mean from writing, printing then putting it all together to make a small collection, I also thought, after reading so many different types of poetry books, so I wanted to put my own stamp on my own collections.

    Each collection will have 50 poems that should portray my own poetic picture trail that I have been walking along. Just like taking life’s many routes and paths, so will my poetry books and if you are mad enough to become a fan, you will take on my journeys.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStephen Scorer
    Release dateAug 17, 2018
    ISBN9780463568262
    I Had To Start Somewhere. My First Fifty Poems.
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    Stephen Scorer

    Well, I suppose this bit is all about me, well that is going to be boring and a rubbish ending for this unique book! I was born in Worksop in Nottinghamshire. Yes I’m a Robin Hood follower and a lover of the greatest super reds in the world, no not Liverpool or those other imposters like United, I’m a Tricky Tree, yes the mighty Nottingham Forest, are we still living in the past, I would like to think that those times might come back… someday. I love most sports and I have been quite successful as a Track & Field athlete, if not involved with any of the running variety. Then it would be the motorized stuff that gets the adrenaline rushing, from Stock car racing, rallying to even Truck racing, I have been lucky enough to sample these from close quarters. I was going to blast this section with a load of personal data… ZZzzz. All that is the need, for now, is that I love animals, especially Dogs & Cats (that would make a great film!) and that I am a gay father (that would make an even better film!)

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      I Had To Start Somewhere. My First Fifty Poems. - Stephen Scorer

      Introduction

      I had to start somewhere is a collection of my first 50 poems, my writing journey started after I became redundant from my job as a post person in March 2016, there is a wide range of topics that I have tried to cover with sports poems and some on mental health has to be the most prominent. When I decided on making a collection of my own poetry, to which I mean from writing, printing then putting it all together to make a small collection, I also thought, after reading so many different types of poetry books, so I wanted to put my own stamp on my own collections.

      Each collection will have 50 poems that should portray my own poetic picture trail that I have been walking along. Just like taking life’s many routes and paths, so will my poetry books and if you are mad enough to become a fan, you will take on my journeys.

      "THE POET IS A LIAR WHO ALWAYS SPEAKS THE TRUTH"

      IN MEMORY OF MOTHER, IT IS ALWAYS SPRINGTIME SOMEWHERE.

      THERE IS AN OLD LADY

      FROM ‘PADSTOW’

      PIXIES AND GREEN MEN,

      SHE HAS SO.

      SHE WOULD OFTEN LET

      YOU KNOW, THAT

      I’M CORNISH THROUGH

      AND THROUGH.

      26/07/1952 TO 13/02/2017.

      THERE IS A YOUNG

      WOMAN NAMED ‘SPITFIRE’

      WHO WAS DREAMING OF

      BEING AN HIGH FLIER

      BUT WHEN LIFE STARTED

      TO GET QUITE DIRE

      A JOB SHE DID HAVE

      HAS A CHIP FRIER.

      FOR MUM AND THOSE LITTLE BLOODY FUZZY DUCKS!

      This poem or ditty is not the very first one that I wrote, it is popular in many areas with some slight variations, but it is the first one that I can recall from my younger years. My Grandma used to tell me this small verse whenever we visited her, I would have been around 6 or 7 years old, maybe even younger when I first listened to this, sat on grandmas knee (and with poo replacing the shit?).

      Poem One: The Worried Little Pig.

      Once upon a time

      When the birds shit lime

      And the monkeys chewed tobacco.

      The little pig run

      With his finger up his bum

      To see what was the matter.

      Wonderland was my first competition entry for Poetry on a website called Writing.com, the prompt/theme was to write a poem that had a connection with or to drugs and films alike, with some form of association being with those pesky little drugs. Can you guess this when reading through the poem, there are 23 drug connections written into it, if not go back and have another look? (the answers will be at the back of the book).

      Poem Two: Wonderland.

      Oh the dragon eyes when you

      receive the kiss of the dragon.

      Oh the dredd you can feel

      when you enter the dragon.

      Wonderland, Wonderland.

      Oh to enter the void 

      of new jack city.

      Oh to be notorious like

      the wolf of Wall Street.

      Wonderland, Wonderland.

      Oh the risky business of

      Rockers, rolling to Rock and Rolla.

      Oh of the repo man trying to collect

      Rent from Romeo & Juliet.

      Wonderland, wonderland.

      Oh the rules of attraction

      draws you to the usual suspects.

      Oh the true romance of the shrooms

      will make you go wild in the streets.

      Wonderland, Wonderland.

      Oh not to be trapped in a purple haze,

      Wonderland.

      Oh, I must thank you for not smoking,

      Wonderland.

      I managed to pull myself around the London course in 2014 and with a time of just less than 5 hours, which for a track athlete is a bonus. At the time I was running for a local mental health charity called ABF (Advanced Brighter Futures) who do marvellous work up in Wrexham, North Wales. I wrote this poem whilst watching the 2016 marathon from the safety of my sofa and when I first wrote the poem, I simply called it VLM (Virgin London Marathon) which I have now changed for the better.

      Poem Three: The Long Run.

      Once again, April comes around,

      for those who will forever run.

      Forever runners that

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