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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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

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…

Stupid Recipe Prompt 1/2 marathon poem #2 Take 1 stupid prompt. Add a generous helping of overcomplicated rules. Add approximately 500-1000 frustrated poets. A dash of desperation. Allow to boil over furiously for about an hour. Ignore for 24 hours before tasting – mostly bitter.