The Happy Biker
Gary Rooney
Gary lives in Warwickshire with his wife, youngest child (he has three children), a mad dog and killer cat. For a long period of his life Gary worked in the Civil Service before joining the accountancy profession as a specialist tax adviser and he now runs his own tax investigations consultancy business.
Having previously dabbled in music and poetry as well as writing lyrics for a while he had to put those things away to concentrate on his professional career but lately he has returned to his writing again and put pen to paper to produce his first published collection of poetry. Most of the collection was written over the last 12 months but one or two pieces were originally written several years ago and then rediscovered to prompt the publication of “The Happy Biker”.
Gary was indeed a happy biker in his younger days and enjoys his sport (especially Rugby; which he played for some 30 years) and his music. Although born in England he is also an Irish Citizen and has a great fondness for both countries and will spend time enjoying the countryside whenever he can.
Apart from writing additional collections of poetry he is looking to write a more serious novel and perhaps put some lyrics to music when he can master his Gibson guitar ... well enough to play anyway.
Introduction
Welcome to my eclectic collection of poetry and rhyming lyric. Some of the pieces were originally conceived as lyrics for, as yet, unwritten or unfinished music. Others were inspired by people and events that have touched my life, or knocked my world off its axis or have been completely made up from the fragments loitering within my mind.
It is often said that it is better to express your feelings and emotions than to constantly bottle everything up inside. As a younger man I used to ‘self-administer’ my own therapy through performing music, then clattering into other men on a Rugby field followed by copious amounts of liquid anaesthetic to numb the physical pain afterwards. That outlet ceased quite a while ago now and I’ve had to keep everything inside ever since. In most working environments it’s not the accepted thing to be in any way emotional is it? Repression of emotion and free thinking is the norm but something had to give.
Sometimes, when you look in the eyes staring back at you from the mirror, you get a glimpse of what may lie beyond the surface and what is buried deep within. I’ve been doing a bit of that recently and this collection is the result.
There’s silliness, humour, fantasy, love and affection but there is also pain, anger, frustration, hatred and despair. I hope you find something you can relate to, something to enjoy and something that touches you.
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