Marcus Cooke

Biography

I am a poet from Weston super mare famed for its brown sea and soggy chips. My inspirations include traveling, traveling on buses, shopping, the daily grind. Things that go wrong and usually about things that annoy me...you get the idea? I stated writing lyrics in bands and due to the fact that i cannot sing or play guitar, but enjoyed the writing process. Discovering a primal need to express my self i turned to poetry...it seemed to go down well? I quite enjoy making words rhyme and seem to be getting better at this. I perform regularly at the now legendary open mic nights in Weston super mare. I have been performing for just over 4 years and seem to have found a audience. I enjoy the performance side of poetry i like to use different voices and accents for different poems. I work as a social support worker working with challenging behavior .. so im used to a tough audience. I like to write in a mixture of different styles, Ive been writing for over 4 years (with breaks) and trying to nail down a style of my own. I think i am getting close! My work has been published in twisted lounge and serenity magazine Here is a video of me performing one of my poems "Mechanical Scat"

Samples

LIFE HURTS I don't like the way i look I look cold and out of focus A face in the crowd,that you've seen before that me? I look like a empty shell like a vampires refection i look like a angel but i act like a devil that's me ? Life hurts and we,ve taken it to heart for far to long now! If weakness is a sin, then I'm guilty on a technicality, lock me up and throw away the key Convicted for feeling emphy, gets the better of me That's the way things are that the way things work Nothing's going to happen because nothing going to change ....Life hurts!! THE DREAMER’S DREAM GONE WRONG! Am I the dreamer? Or am I the dream Am I the center? Or just in-between Am I the keeper? Or Am I the kept? Am I the weepier? Who weeps with the rest? Am I the drop? Or am I the ocean Do I rule with my heart? Or one with emotion Am I the many? Who outweigh the few Out with the old? In with the new Am I the right? Or am I the wrong Because if I am then this Dreamer’s dream Gone wrong Am I the high? Or one of the low……….. ……lost if I know!!! "A SINGLE BLADE OF GRASS" By Marcus Cooke A single blade of grass Stands to attention In fields of lush vegetation and green Gently, swaying side to side At the mercy of the summer wind It is taken for granted, But always seen. Discolored, It stands apart from Its brothers and sisters A freak in the kingdom of mud. Moments later The single blade of grass Is gone all to fast, It becomes trampled by the Oncoming stampeding of Fantastic footwear and leather boots. Alone, It becomes released From the grasp of its elongated roots. Separated from its kinsman It finds it self discarded and Forgotten it dies a lonely death. I guess in many ways The human race resemble A Single blade of grass? We stand to attention Surrendering our body's To the harsh elements Of our dieing planet And for our sins We are trampled on by a uncaring Unsympathetic society. ...Sometimes I wish i was more then just a single blade of grass!!

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