Biography
I have lived as a hermit in a cave near Preston in the UK for many years. Here I type my ludicrous poems onto my ancient elastic band computer. When I finally exploded onto the poetry scene my trousers flew off, several women fainted and I was promptly arrested by a purple (with rage) policeman. I wasn’t put off by this and now wear a cardboard medieval suit of armour at poetry readings.
I am known mostly for writing comic verse but I have written poetry on all topics including: animals, nature, love, peace, fantasy, horror, life the universe and silliness.
I am a singer and musician and play the guitar, mandolin, bodhran, harmonica and the spoons. I have turned some of my comic poems into songs and raps.
I have had my poems and stories published in the following magazines: Laughout, Chillout, Lookout, Curlew, Garbaj, Quantum Leap, Krax, Earth Love, Cauldron, Splizz, First Time, Awen,, Presence, Peace and Freedom and Poetic Hours.
Unfortunately I suffer from an illness called M.E (C.F.S). When I’m going through a bad patch I am very limited in what I can do physically and mentally. That’s why my poetry is so important to me, as it gives me the freedom to express myself through my imagination.
I have now self published a collection of poetry called ‘The Love Bus’ and made a cd of 9 songs. The profits from the book will go to ‘Action for M.E’. Feel free to send me an e mail is you want to contact me.
ludicrous@tiscali.co.uk
Samples
THE GENIE
I am the genie of the lamp
And I’ve got some awful cramp
Scrunched up in this tiny space
Where no one else can see my face
I’ve been here for a thousand years
Just wishing I could have a beer
So now that you have set me free
Can I go and have a pee?
But no you want me to do your bidding
Get stuffed mate you must be kidding
Telling me you want three wishes
Who made you so damn officious
I’ve always longed to misbehave
So now I’m off to the nearest rave
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Last blog entry
Posted on Friday 18th June 2010 6:02 pm
You think that M E is all in the mind
you think I am a malingerer
don't you know you are being unkind
and your cruel words they linger
I never wanted to live this way
I never asked to get sick
so if you've got nothing kind to say
then you must be as thick as a brick
M E is a physical illness
I'm exhausted confined to a bed
so why should I put up with your ignorance
and the nastiness inside your head
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Janet
Sat 24th Jan 2009 11:28
Hi Tim,
thankyou for your very generous comments to all my poems. The answer to your question is no. Haven't even given a thought to them being worthy of publishing into a book.
Every writers dream though isn't it?
Ah well, maybe one day i will be discovered.
Certainly no intentions of paying someone to do it for me. Wouldn't know where to begin looking for a publisher anyway.
Thanks again, love Janet.xx