About

Many years ago an English teacher at the end of his tether referred to a painfully shy 13 year old schoolboy who had just spelt the word ‘what’ as ‘wot’ for the umpteenth time as a ‘Moron’! That the lad in question was yours truly I cannot deny. Since that day I must confess my spelling – indeed sometimes my grammar – still lets me down on occasions. Thankfully over the ensuing years I have got to know many more ‘words’!
What of me then? This timid ‘only child’ born of a mother with quite the eccentric germ phobias (she refrained from any and all physical contact for fear of passing on all manner of preposterous imagined diseases) spent his halcyon days of adolescence living entirely in his own head and quite blind to the outside world. That is until the day he discovered the drug mescaline and in his own small way tried to emulate Huxley with some degree of success in that ‘The Doors of Perception’ finally came ajar. I only needed to take said drug just two times. By then I had, as if by wizardry, evolved a hard and fast world view…one which set my moral compass on a compassionate toward all living things, leftist, non-believer course ever since.
Throughout what I call the ‘years of necessity’, those years when one’s offspring are growing up I by vexatious requirement needed a worthwhile income so kept my atheism and politics on ice for the main part. Not now though! You see a few years back we (that is my wife Shirley and I) sold our business and whilst we didn’t make a fortune we secured just sufficient to retire early. We were private investigators specialising in locating fraudsters and their ill-gotten gains. Along the way I often found myself in the most surreal situations some of which are mirrored in my poetry.
That I am the world’s most impractical man and also one with the propensity to take things said to me ‘literally’ often leads to others thinking me to be on the cusp of lunacy…another trait I believe is reflected in my work!
Whatever my ‘Poetry With a Hint of Lunacy’ or perhaps, ‘Poetry With a Hint of Magic’ are my bit of fun in life…my way of letting my mind roam free.

13 thoughts on “About

  1. I’ve read you for some time now. And nearly afraid to admit I barely understand, but you have some “purdy” words (said with Kentucky accent). However, I’m starting to grasp things.
    Groucho Marx once said the only poem that made sense to him was the one that starts, “Thirty days hath September.”
    A friend of mine often says,
    Roses are red
    Violets are Blue
    Some poems rhyme
    And others don’t

    1. Cheers, Sir. I am cursed with a wandering mind. The missus is on my case all the time! And as my old dad used to tell me, ‘You don’t half write a load of old bollocks, son’. I’m guessing he was probably onto something when he said that!

  2. One of the most interesting “about”s I have ever read – intriguing, actually. Love the photo at the top of your sidebar. It seems you did NOT pick up your mother’s fear of germs – a miracle in itself.
    xx,
    mgh
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
    ADD/EFD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”

    1. The photo, taken beside the Loire river two years ago is close to my heart, as is my wife (who knows more things than I’ll ever know), save for accepting the fact she cured me of phobias such as mother’s germ one. As an example, my parents were very poor yet I had a silver set of cutlery all to myself, washed and disinfected aside the rest, thus fulfilling her quest for my own from other immortality. Also, when growing up she never once kissed or touched in case she passed on her germs to me…a weird thing I got used to.

      1. Wow. I can’t imagine never being touched growing up. My own mother was a bit “touch shy” – super sensitive to it and easily overwhelmed, I now believe – but she was physically loving when she initiated the kisses, hugs, etc.

        Your comment gives new meaning to “born with a silver spoon” lol
        xx,
        mgh

      2. When a child lives in a state of physical isolation the child remains at the self-same centre of his/her own universe as was the case at birth. Of course, as I grew up I got a rude awakening! Hindsight, by the way is a thing I enjoy. Thanks for inspiring a little reflective thought…I appreciate that.

      3. I had to check Jimmy Buffet on Google. He seems an accomplished chap. You know, I think there is so much material to be had looking back at disasters and/or failures in ones own life. That way I treat self-deprecation as a virtue…if I didn’t I’d have likely topped myself long ago.

      4. Buffet is often referenced for the song with the lyric, “”If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane” — on his Changes in Latitudes Changes in Attitudes album. Search for it on YouTube if you want to hear it. Catchy little tune.
        xx,
        mgh

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