From Somewhere to Here

By Stephen Scorer

From somewhere to here is a collection of my second 50 poems (51 50 100), 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, these still include some sports poems and some on mental health, but I have started to branch out and put a pen to paper whenever the urge strikes. When I decided on making my own poetry book, 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, 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. Will you be mad enough to become a fan, and take on my journey. This collection starts where my first finished, so from May 2017 to October 2017, I managed to write these fifty poems. If you were mad enough to follow my poetic journey, and me, you would have noticed that the first fifty took me over a year to put together, whilst this second fifty took half the time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen Scorer
• Release date: Feb 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463458686

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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Introduction

From somewhere to here is a collection of my second 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, these still include some sports poems and some on mental health, but I have started to branch out and put a pen to paper whenever the urge strikes. When I decided on making my own poetry book, 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, 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. This collection starts where my first finished, so from May 2017 to October 2017 I managed to write these fifty poems. If you were mad enough to follow my poetic journey, and me, you would have noticed that the first fifty took me over a year to put together, whilst this second fifty took half the time.

I wrote this acrostic poem after the bombing at the Manchester Arena, a shrapnel-laden homemade bomb was detonated as people were leaving the Arena following a concert by the American singer Ariana Grande. Even though it is often said not to write about a subject that has a lot of emotion and stigma attached to it, sometimes you just need to express the feelings after such a horrible act of terrorism.

Poem Fifty-One: Manchester.

Manchester will mourn their dead

And tears of grief they will shred.

No red, no blue just a city shining through

Choosing to stand, be one with the same view.

Heavenly prayers will be sung, ringing out from

Everyone’s sons, daughters, dads and mums.

Should we ever give in to the evil of terror

To the LOSERS that cause such horror.

Everyone should stand up tall and stout

Rally together and keep terrorism out.

This was a poem that I penned for the Whitchurch Writers group, the theme or topic was ‘Money’, so I decided to tell a type of story with slang words for money included into the poem.

Poem Fifty-Two: Slang for Cash.

I was hungry and ready for some nosh

Whilst walking past the bakery, smelling the bread

Checking my pockets, do I have enough dosh?

Yes, my readies will cover the cost of this spread

The freshly baked dough from the farmstead.

With a belly full and a big fat wad

Onward with this