24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Scott Coe is a performance poet and artist. He can be found on Instagram and Twitter as @ScottACoe . He believes poetry should always be written from the heart – it’s all about feeling and is always at it’s best when written in the moment, when the thoughts run straight from your soul to the pen. . He began writing, not as a poet, but as a lyricist, citing the likes of Noel Gallagher, Guy Chambers, Lennon and McCartney, and Bob Dylan as primary influences. In terms of Poetry he recalls being influenced by Wordsworth and Shakespeare’s sonnets. Recently he’s been spending more time discovering works by other more established poets. In particular he’s been drawn to the likes of Rupert Brooke, Lord Byron and R.S Thomas.
Another galaxy, another time. Long live the Alliance.
1/2 marathon poem #12
In another galaxy
We’d be rebels
In another time
We’d all revolt
In another place
We’d carry lightsabers
In another time
We’d fight for truth
But for now together
We’ll do it with words
Never in silence
Long live the Alliance!
(C) Scott Coe 2020
Somewhere I’ve Never Been…
1/2 marathon poem #11
I’ve never been to the Moon
But I’d like to
I’ve never left the Earth
But I would do
If I could
I’ve never seen an Earthrise
But I’d like to
Gaze upon the green and blue
But I would
If I could
I’ve never walked where Neil did
But I’d like to
And I like it more
If you came too.
(C) Scott Coe 2020
After Moonshadow
1/2 marathon poem #10
You lost your mind one night
Playing in shadows of moonlight
You lost your way back home
Singing of your woes in blue tones
Don’t be lost now in the dark
So come inside, no need to hark
Don’t be lost here anymore
So come inside and close the door.
(C) Scott Coe 2020
The Firefly And The Moth
1/2 marathon poem #9
In the strange heat of an English summer
Where the firefly hides within a bottle
Safely glowing behind a glass bulb’s wall
In these trying times he’s out of trouble
In the strange heat of an English summer
Where the lazy moth flys with no mask
The firefly safe from his lethargy
And the lazy moth dies with a rasp.
(C) Scott Coe 2020
What Do Emojis Mean?
1/2 marathon poem #8
What do emojis mean
I guess that’s up to you
What are emojis for
I don’t have a clue
What do emojis mean
They’re all a bit silly
They don’t belong here
This is poetry.
(C) Scott Coe 2020
Season Of The Stupid
1/2 marathon poem #7
Did they fall from the skies
Or grow from the ground
Seeded in ignorance
Is where they are found
Did they fall from the trees
And dig in their roots
Nourished in bullshit
With bitter fruits
Harvested by bigots
To vote for bullshit
X’s for Tory lies
And poison Brexit
X’s for Donald Trump
And racial hatred
Pickings are rich
In the season of the stupid
They don’t seek shelter
From Corona’s ill winds
They all head to the beach
To be Close to friends
Ignoring Two metres
Everywhere a rubbish tip
No need for masks
In the season of the stupid.
(C) Scott Coe 2020
Friendship
1/2 marathon poem #6
Feeling friendship
Sensing love
Needing cuddles
Having fun
Feeding feelings
Laughing joy
Wanting friendship
Here today.
(C) Scott Coe 2020
Umbrellas
1/2 marathon poem #5
Raindrops fall upon dancing umbrellas
On an English summer’s windswept day
Children jumping embracing their mothers
In an English weather’s cabaret.
(C) Scott Coe 2020
Hello (Do you still…)
1/2 marathon poem #4
Hello,
It’s been a while
Do you still lie behind your smile
Do you still think I think of you
Paranoid in your narrow view.
Well
It’s been some days
Do you still scheme behind your gaze
Do you still think I give a dam
Your friendship just a nasty sham.
Yes
It’s been some weeks
Do you still wear tears on your cheeks
Do they still reflect all your shame
A mirror to your silly games.
So
It’s been some years
Do you still magnify your fears
Do you still want all you can take
Wrapped up in your playful fake.
Hello,
What else to say
I am the one that got away
I am the lover
Who escaped your lie
So now forever
I say goodbye.
(C) Scott Coe 2020
What On Earth Is A Bop
1/2 marathon poem #3
What on earth is a bop
I don’t know what to write
I wish these prompts would stop
I think I’m writing shite
What on earth is a bop
I don’t know what to write
Now every hour seems like it’s own marathon
What on earth is a bop
I struggle through stanzas
I try a quick Google
Looking for the answers
What on earth is a bop
Why am I doing this
I’m not enjoying it
So why do I persist
Now every hour seems like it’s own marathon
So this has been a bop
And now it’s nearly over
I wish these prompts would stop
I’ve struggled so far
So this has been a bop
Now at last it’s over!
This Third hour has been it’s own marathon.
(C) Scott Coe 2020