I Had to Start Somewhere

By Stephen Scorer

     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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen Scorer
• Release date: Sep 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386477495

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!)

Book preview

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

In Wonderland.

Oh, I must thank you for not smoking,

In 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 are what they are,

for they run for all our loved ones.

Kenya is the norm for gold,

but at the start, it is sometimes cold.

Halfway and we're getting warmer,

Big Ben looms and now it is a scorcher.

For those who run in fancy dress,

they do this trying not to impress.

But to press on in their quest for gold,

medal, t-shirt and goodie bag they hold.

Once again, for why we run,

we run for the ones that have gone.

Gone but never to be forgotten,

in the memories that are the London Marathon.

I have spent many a happy time at this racing circuit from watching Barry Sheene fly by on two wheels and then about 10 years later I would get the chance to meet him whilst he was racing for the DAF Truck Racing Team. I remember watching Ayrton Senna on television when he won a very wet F1 race, I have also watched rally cars take in a stage or two around and on the circuit. Alas, the Dunlop Bridge has now been removed and there are current plans to revamp the circuit. It still remains very popular, not just with the motor racing fans, but with music fans as well and you can also go and visit the museum to take in some of the gleaming historic racing vehicles.

Poem Four: Donington.

Start to finish you will go

take Redgate corner nice and slow,

follow through to Hollywood

downhill fast, past Craner curves.

The Old hairpin is a risk!

Speed uphill to Starkey's