A-RAINBOW-SLIDING-DUO-
LET-US-TWO-BE
The colours stretch ever the wider.
My spirit's up there playing the slider.
Come join me lady, I'm a raibow rider.
Tales of pixies and of elves
you can find on the library shelves.
They sure knew how to enjoy themselves.
Let us both journey back in time
to lands of fairystory and nursery rhyme.
Like a pretty-rainbow colour your mind.
Yes the colours stretch ever the wider.
My spirit's up there playing the slider.
Come join me lady, I'm a rainbow rider.
AT-A-TURN-AROUND
At the mermaid-roundabout
where the water springs
and the sea-lady of gold -
in the company of dolphins -
swims as in the air,
not the sea or fountain swims,
take care in the thought
you too may turn air-leaping things.
DARK-SIDE-OF-A-MOON-MAN-
IS-MARK'S-QUICK-VERSE
So I've a dark sens of humour.
So I'm flaky as a tin of tuna
be it in sunflower oil or brine.
So I'm lifting-off-to-the-lunar
in a sea-of-space schooner,
but then levity-like-verse-poem-brevity-is-mine.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
from PATTAYA TRADER 106 (A)
ALLEGRA ALLEGORY
I was so young then
and not very worldly-wise.
But you were as a rose
to my romantic eyes.
You were my first love found
beneath new-sprung Spring skies.
Yes I was so young then
and you surely too.
The sky over us towering tall
and a clear blue.
The world our oyster
for all that we knew.
Where you are now,
it is a mystery;
and I am like
the poet Shelley
who spies Allegra's ghost
coming out the sea.
DO-YOU-BUY-POETS'-TOOLS-
MINE-LADY?
A Dulcinea or The Millionairess,
and I a Peter O'Toole or a Peter Sellers.
To you, my love, this poem I address.
Of film-makers and of story-tellers
it all comes down to paper and pen.
Tools that the poets buy, my Sophia Loren.
PURLOIN-AND-POCKET-ANOTHER-
MAN'S-HEART-SHAPED-LOCKET-
I-SHAN'T-DEAR
Like an eye on its thread,
forsaken of its socket,
gazed right at me
the girl in the open-locket.
"Pick me up, do pick me up
and put me in your pocket."
You're not mine to take I replied.
By a chain to a heart you are tied.
YES-PRESERVED-BRAVE-BRUCE'S-
WISE-SPIDER
In Robert de Bruce's cave,
washed down by the dreary rain,
find to scale the wet wall
sure tried the spider yet again.
He tried again and once again,
until success he met
as though with an upward freefall
into a silken safety net.
TO LADY LEGS
I profess Mr Silk
far superior to Mr Nylon
and Mr Stockings
more superior to Mr Tights.
Mr Nylon-Tights a squire
to Mr Silk-Stockings, a Sir-Knight.
CHINA'S-CHEEKY-KING-MONKEY-IS-HE
A Chinese monkey king,
over all the beasts you rule.
But you monkey around.
You're mischievious and cruel
and you've the cheek to wish
over all of Heaven to rule.
And then the Buddha says:
Jump over my hand
to the end of the world
where five pink pillars stand,
and you will have Heaven
at your every command.
The Chinese monkey king
leaps over the hand
and there does he see
the five pink pillars stand.
"Now I have all Heaven
at my every command."
No says the Buddha,
you're in the palm of my hand.
They are my five fingers
that you can see stand.
They close on you now.
Your wish is not my command.
I was so young then
and not very worldly-wise.
But you were as a rose
to my romantic eyes.
You were my first love found
beneath new-sprung Spring skies.
Yes I was so young then
and you surely too.
The sky over us towering tall
and a clear blue.
The world our oyster
for all that we knew.
Where you are now,
it is a mystery;
and I am like
the poet Shelley
who spies Allegra's ghost
coming out the sea.
DO-YOU-BUY-POETS'-TOOLS-
MINE-LADY?
A Dulcinea or The Millionairess,
and I a Peter O'Toole or a Peter Sellers.
To you, my love, this poem I address.
Of film-makers and of story-tellers
it all comes down to paper and pen.
Tools that the poets buy, my Sophia Loren.
PURLOIN-AND-POCKET-ANOTHER-
MAN'S-HEART-SHAPED-LOCKET-
I-SHAN'T-DEAR
Like an eye on its thread,
forsaken of its socket,
gazed right at me
the girl in the open-locket.
"Pick me up, do pick me up
and put me in your pocket."
You're not mine to take I replied.
By a chain to a heart you are tied.
YES-PRESERVED-BRAVE-BRUCE'S-
WISE-SPIDER
In Robert de Bruce's cave,
washed down by the dreary rain,
find to scale the wet wall
sure tried the spider yet again.
He tried again and once again,
until success he met
as though with an upward freefall
into a silken safety net.
TO LADY LEGS
I profess Mr Silk
far superior to Mr Nylon
and Mr Stockings
more superior to Mr Tights.
Mr Nylon-Tights a squire
to Mr Silk-Stockings, a Sir-Knight.
CHINA'S-CHEEKY-KING-MONKEY-IS-HE
A Chinese monkey king,
over all the beasts you rule.
But you monkey around.
You're mischievious and cruel
and you've the cheek to wish
over all of Heaven to rule.
And then the Buddha says:
Jump over my hand
to the end of the world
where five pink pillars stand,
and you will have Heaven
at your every command.
The Chinese monkey king
leaps over the hand
and there does he see
the five pink pillars stand.
"Now I have all Heaven
at my every command."
No says the Buddha,
you're in the palm of my hand.
They are my five fingers
that you can see stand.
They close on you now.
Your wish is not my command.
from PATTAYA TRADER 107 (B)
WANTS-TO-JUMP-A-JOVIAL-PIRATE'S-
ADVENTUROUS-BONES-SHE
She looks for a Jolly Roger
while out dating Tommy Todger
down by the darksome sea.
As small as he is dull
the thought entered her skull
just how exciting it would be
to meet a pirate tall,
tattoo, scar and all,
sail off into eternity.
At the cry of a parakeet
Scarlet is up on her feet,
down the stairs in a mad dash.
At the cry of a cockatoo
she is up and in her shoes,
out the door in a sword's bright flash.
At the twitch of a monkey's tail
the girl's out looking for a sail
and a pirate with a wicked moustache.
"In the darkling come to me
I will surrender myself to thee.
We'll up, up and away."
Oh what a harlot
is our young Scarlet
her elder sister was heard to say.
IT-IS-DOWN-CHERRY-ORCHARD-ROW-
NOW-RUNS-THE-PRESIDENT'S-DAMN-LIE
"I can't tell a lie," said he,
"it was I who felled the cherry-tree."
But indeed it was a lie
and as crumbly as cherry-pie.
No cherry-tree for which to be blamed,
a town had grown about Cherry Tree Lane.
"I cannot tell a lie," he said,
"it was I who put the tree to bed."
But it was a lie indeed
and nothing good comes of that seed.
A lie to make a president look true
obscures with cherry-trees a positive view.
ADVENTUROUS-BONES-SHE
She looks for a Jolly Roger
while out dating Tommy Todger
down by the darksome sea.
As small as he is dull
the thought entered her skull
just how exciting it would be
to meet a pirate tall,
tattoo, scar and all,
sail off into eternity.
At the cry of a parakeet
Scarlet is up on her feet,
down the stairs in a mad dash.
At the cry of a cockatoo
she is up and in her shoes,
out the door in a sword's bright flash.
At the twitch of a monkey's tail
the girl's out looking for a sail
and a pirate with a wicked moustache.
"In the darkling come to me
I will surrender myself to thee.
We'll up, up and away."
Oh what a harlot
is our young Scarlet
her elder sister was heard to say.
IT-IS-DOWN-CHERRY-ORCHARD-ROW-
NOW-RUNS-THE-PRESIDENT'S-DAMN-LIE
"I can't tell a lie," said he,
"it was I who felled the cherry-tree."
But indeed it was a lie
and as crumbly as cherry-pie.
No cherry-tree for which to be blamed,
a town had grown about Cherry Tree Lane.
"I cannot tell a lie," he said,
"it was I who put the tree to bed."
But it was a lie indeed
and nothing good comes of that seed.
A lie to make a president look true
obscures with cherry-trees a positive view.
from PATTAYA TRADER 107 (A)
IT'S-SEMI-SIN-CITY'S-TROUSER-SERPENTS
Living in a city
that's a semi-brothel,
is it a Heaven
or is it a Hell?
Into a tropical paradise
I went and fell
like Lucifer inside Eden's Gate,
he the Garden's infamous trouser-snake.
YELP-FOXY-PATTAY-FEMALES-
CAN-TRULY-WELL-TRY
Massages are the messages
I hear them every day.
The lovely-vixens of Pattaya
don't keep the wolves at bay.
WALTER'S-HORRIDLY-WHACKO-TOBACCO
Walter you're a blackguard
for bringing back the stinking baccy.
Too many of your own people
think that you must be whacky.
They call you a potato-head.
A potato-head and a scally.
Take good care of your potato-head
or you will lose it Sir Raleigh.
Walter you're a blackguard.
Your pipe is always chock
of the foul-smelling weed
that is making people cough.
It's thank you for the potatoes
but your head they now want off.
You are going the right way
to the axe-man and the block.
A-COSMIC-AND-CHAOTIC-SNAKE-
DO-CHAOS-CAUSE
I look to the future
and I can see a heartbreak.
A high-tec catastrophe
in the grip of a great steel snake.
It come's through a universe's black hole
to feed on each and every soul.
I look into the past
and I can see a heartbreak.
A historic catastrophe
in the grip of a great rouge snake.
It came up from Hell's dark hole
to feed on each and every soul.
I look to the present
and I can see a heartbreak.
Life's a dream, a nightmare,
from which one day we'll all awake.
Both came out of a deep hole
to cause chaos and then control.
YES-MUTTERED-SEA-MAID-MERMA
"ABC, ABC,
I'm one of merry sisters three.
Come and kiss me
and drown in love's vast sea.
Jolly sailor join our trinity.
A merman you'll then turn to be."
DRACULA-LIKED-TO-DINE-OUT
Vlad the Impaler liked to dine
midst bodies skewered on poles.
Poles driven into mouths and out rear-holes.
Drank blood, doubtless, not wine.
All kinds the world takes.
Did he like medium or rare his stakes?
THE-BRAVE-BRUCE'S-WHITE-VEST-TWO
Twice upon a time in a vest
a die-hard Bruce Willis did I witness.
Never got dirty, like his Sunday best
that singlet. The guy's a white-knight yes.
YES-IT-IS-A-TIGER-GIRL
Like the fierce Blakean tiger afire
comes the girl with symmetry and ire.
Of her burning beauty who could tire?
Of her anger who would not desire
such abandon beneath the bed-linen?
Big-cat, wild-cat, cub-cat, sex-kitten.
Living in a city
that's a semi-brothel,
is it a Heaven
or is it a Hell?
Into a tropical paradise
I went and fell
like Lucifer inside Eden's Gate,
he the Garden's infamous trouser-snake.
YELP-FOXY-PATTAY-FEMALES-
CAN-TRULY-WELL-TRY
Massages are the messages
I hear them every day.
The lovely-vixens of Pattaya
don't keep the wolves at bay.
WALTER'S-HORRIDLY-WHACKO-TOBACCO
Walter you're a blackguard
for bringing back the stinking baccy.
Too many of your own people
think that you must be whacky.
They call you a potato-head.
A potato-head and a scally.
Take good care of your potato-head
or you will lose it Sir Raleigh.
Walter you're a blackguard.
Your pipe is always chock
of the foul-smelling weed
that is making people cough.
It's thank you for the potatoes
but your head they now want off.
You are going the right way
to the axe-man and the block.
A-COSMIC-AND-CHAOTIC-SNAKE-
DO-CHAOS-CAUSE
I look to the future
and I can see a heartbreak.
A high-tec catastrophe
in the grip of a great steel snake.
It come's through a universe's black hole
to feed on each and every soul.
I look into the past
and I can see a heartbreak.
A historic catastrophe
in the grip of a great rouge snake.
It came up from Hell's dark hole
to feed on each and every soul.
I look to the present
and I can see a heartbreak.
Life's a dream, a nightmare,
from which one day we'll all awake.
Both came out of a deep hole
to cause chaos and then control.
YES-MUTTERED-SEA-MAID-MERMA
"ABC, ABC,
I'm one of merry sisters three.
Come and kiss me
and drown in love's vast sea.
Jolly sailor join our trinity.
A merman you'll then turn to be."
DRACULA-LIKED-TO-DINE-OUT
Vlad the Impaler liked to dine
midst bodies skewered on poles.
Poles driven into mouths and out rear-holes.
Drank blood, doubtless, not wine.
All kinds the world takes.
Did he like medium or rare his stakes?
THE-BRAVE-BRUCE'S-WHITE-VEST-TWO
Twice upon a time in a vest
a die-hard Bruce Willis did I witness.
Never got dirty, like his Sunday best
that singlet. The guy's a white-knight yes.
YES-IT-IS-A-TIGER-GIRL
Like the fierce Blakean tiger afire
comes the girl with symmetry and ire.
Of her burning beauty who could tire?
Of her anger who would not desire
such abandon beneath the bed-linen?
Big-cat, wild-cat, cub-cat, sex-kitten.
from PATTAYA TRADER 108 (B)
IT'S-A-DARK-BEAUTY'S-TROPICAL-DISEASE
I'm told the diseased oyster
forms the white pearl,
but she is dark-skinned
the beautiful Siamese girl.
She's a browny-yellow
like the sand by the sea,
yet of a love sickness
there are men who don't go free.
DARK-DOWNWARDS-RED-EYED-
DRAGON-RIDERS-ARE-WE
Life is like a dark lady-dragon.
We are born in shade, live in shadow,
we die in silhouette.
Find bittersweet each joy and sorrow.
We ride the dragon into hell's ruby-jewel sunset.
UNSETTLED-BY-GONE-BEAUTY-SHE-IS
She'll not settle for just one
now she's toasting beauty gone.
She never settled for just one man
though she'll settle for one now if she can.
I'm told the diseased oyster
forms the white pearl,
but she is dark-skinned
the beautiful Siamese girl.
She's a browny-yellow
like the sand by the sea,
yet of a love sickness
there are men who don't go free.
DARK-DOWNWARDS-RED-EYED-
DRAGON-RIDERS-ARE-WE
Life is like a dark lady-dragon.
We are born in shade, live in shadow,
we die in silhouette.
Find bittersweet each joy and sorrow.
We ride the dragon into hell's ruby-jewel sunset.
UNSETTLED-BY-GONE-BEAUTY-SHE-IS
She'll not settle for just one
now she's toasting beauty gone.
She never settled for just one man
though she'll settle for one now if she can.
from PATTAYA TRADER 108 (A)
ON BANGS A BELLE
I can tell the girl isn't English,
she speaks the language far too well.
Verbs right, grammar correct,
her slang also is bang-on-the-bell.
What will become of poor Britain
while Time and the Thames river flow?
A bon voyage to well-versed men
from London Town and - yes - to Bow.
A BALL BELLE
Waltz me, waltz me,
belle of the ball,
right round the room
out into the hall;
you are more than a flower
made for the wall.
Waltz me, oh waltz me,
belle of the ball.
Waltz me, oh waltz me,
belle of the ball,
to the foot of the stairs
from here in the hall;
time for us to heed, girl,
the quick tango's call,
so waltz me, waltz me,
belle of the ball.
YES-A-PINK-ROSE-WINE-PLONKIE-
ARE-YOU
Looking through the bottom
of a rose-tinted wine-glass,
this sort of a summer
was not brewed to last.
You're like the cigarette
that is turning into ash.
Life's not moving along,
you are dwelling in the past.
It is not that easy
to make a very new start
when you wake to the morning
with a broken heart,
and the wintry days too long.
Too long and cold and dark
and the roses all gone
from their beds in the park.
YES-A-ONCE-POETICALLY-CALLED-
ALBION-IS-NOW-SURELY-ANCIENT-BRITAIN
Let us talk about Albion,
a country mainly black and blue.
Yes let us talk about Britain
and its many dole-queues.
Let us talk about gin,
tea-cups, leaves on the lawn,
the page-yellowing classics
and cannon-fire at dawn.
Let us talk about pit-helmets
and the disused power-station,
the violence at our bus-stops
and our vile self-degradation.
Let us talk about these
under-very-old-summery-English-skies,
and-about-the-supermarket-checkout-girl
with-the-cute-Pelican-Romantic-eyes.
I can tell the girl isn't English,
she speaks the language far too well.
Verbs right, grammar correct,
her slang also is bang-on-the-bell.
What will become of poor Britain
while Time and the Thames river flow?
A bon voyage to well-versed men
from London Town and - yes - to Bow.
A BALL BELLE
Waltz me, waltz me,
belle of the ball,
right round the room
out into the hall;
you are more than a flower
made for the wall.
Waltz me, oh waltz me,
belle of the ball.
Waltz me, oh waltz me,
belle of the ball,
to the foot of the stairs
from here in the hall;
time for us to heed, girl,
the quick tango's call,
so waltz me, waltz me,
belle of the ball.
YES-A-PINK-ROSE-WINE-PLONKIE-
ARE-YOU
Looking through the bottom
of a rose-tinted wine-glass,
this sort of a summer
was not brewed to last.
You're like the cigarette
that is turning into ash.
Life's not moving along,
you are dwelling in the past.
It is not that easy
to make a very new start
when you wake to the morning
with a broken heart,
and the wintry days too long.
Too long and cold and dark
and the roses all gone
from their beds in the park.
YES-A-ONCE-POETICALLY-CALLED-
ALBION-IS-NOW-SURELY-ANCIENT-BRITAIN
Let us talk about Albion,
a country mainly black and blue.
Yes let us talk about Britain
and its many dole-queues.
Let us talk about gin,
tea-cups, leaves on the lawn,
the page-yellowing classics
and cannon-fire at dawn.
Let us talk about pit-helmets
and the disused power-station,
the violence at our bus-stops
and our vile self-degradation.
Let us talk about these
under-very-old-summery-English-skies,
and-about-the-supermarket-checkout-girl
with-the-cute-Pelican-Romantic-eyes.
from PATTAYA TRADER 109 (B)
THE-BRIGHT-RAINBOWY-NIGHT'S-
RED-CORSETED-ROSE
A corset-red
wore the Thai-rose,
though the night
was coloured-with-rainbows.
Yes a corset-red
under a night
that bore no moon
only rainbows bright.
GO-FOR-THE-GOLDEN-OLDY-TOO-
THE-SIAMESE-GIRLS
There are the Thai-girls
seek farang blokes, guys, chaps,
as sure as there are treasure-hunters
after secreted-away pirate maps.
Yes there are Thai-girls
who will dig deep gold
whether the man is young
or whether the man is old.
ON-A-MOUNTAIN-SQUATS-
A-CRIMSON-SUN
A red sun sits on the mountain
like a cherry-on-a-cake,
or like the nipples on the breasts
of she who now lies awake,
folded here in my arms,
fresh from the countryside
with its Thai-rice-farms.
THE-CLUELESS-STAR-SHINY-KNIGHT-
AND-A-SHADY-DISTRICT'S-BEER-BAR-LADY
In the Pattaya Camelot Hotel
Sir Lance-a-lot was faring pretty well
with a lively lady from a local bar.
She said that he shone like a star.
Yet some knights are so very-green,
the girl's now living like a queen
on the money he sends from overseas.
Yes, they're not horses between her knees !!
RED-CORSETED-ROSE
A corset-red
wore the Thai-rose,
though the night
was coloured-with-rainbows.
Yes a corset-red
under a night
that bore no moon
only rainbows bright.
GO-FOR-THE-GOLDEN-OLDY-TOO-
THE-SIAMESE-GIRLS
There are the Thai-girls
seek farang blokes, guys, chaps,
as sure as there are treasure-hunters
after secreted-away pirate maps.
Yes there are Thai-girls
who will dig deep gold
whether the man is young
or whether the man is old.
ON-A-MOUNTAIN-SQUATS-
A-CRIMSON-SUN
A red sun sits on the mountain
like a cherry-on-a-cake,
or like the nipples on the breasts
of she who now lies awake,
folded here in my arms,
fresh from the countryside
with its Thai-rice-farms.
THE-CLUELESS-STAR-SHINY-KNIGHT-
AND-A-SHADY-DISTRICT'S-BEER-BAR-LADY
In the Pattaya Camelot Hotel
Sir Lance-a-lot was faring pretty well
with a lively lady from a local bar.
She said that he shone like a star.
Yet some knights are so very-green,
the girl's now living like a queen
on the money he sends from overseas.
Yes, they're not horses between her knees !!
from PATTAYA TRADER 109 (A)
LONESOME-GIRL'S-DAWN-BRINGER
I would steal the light from the dawn,
in the darkness bring it to you only.
I would steal the magic-horn
from the pure-white unicorn
because I know, girl, you are lonely.
With the dawn-light you'd rise above,
with the horn you would point to love.
THE-BOSSY-QUEEN-BEE-HAS-BECOME-
MY-SIAMESE-MISS
It comes as no surprise to me
you now act as though you're the queen-bee.
I-give-my-girls-plenty-of-honey.
They start to demand matrimony
or else. Or else what Thai Miss Lee?
TRUE-TALE-TO-TELL-TO-WAYFARING-SOULS-FIND
I will tell you of the fairytale
when a poet was to sail
in a boat down at the docks
out the port area of Bangkok,
making his way to Pattaya's beach
where from the sea a hand would reach
and turn his boat upside down.
The poet was sure that he'd drown
as the lady with a pearly grin,
a snaky-body and a fish's fins
dragged him to her sisters' nest
on a sunken ship with a treasure chest.
There her sisters upon the wreck
hung precious jewels around his neck
"Now you are wealthy as a lord.
This shall be your royal reward.
What you've seen, go poet tell.
Such tales do poets speak so well.
Tell of we sisters down here.
Of the two worlds on this one sphere.
Speak of the maids who will bedeck
with jewels the young seafarers' necks
should they seek us for a bride
that we might sit royally by their side.
Not for nought bestow we riches.
You see before you the ocean-witches."
Their voices heard inside his head,
back to the surface he was led.
Poets know of magic, of sorcery,
spellbound are they by land and sea
when the Muse opens up their eyes
to the beauty of the earth and skies.
Atop a dolphin he was to ride
the rest of the way, on the inward tide.
He'd tell his tale, as the poets do,
though only poetic-souls believe them true.
I would steal the light from the dawn,
in the darkness bring it to you only.
I would steal the magic-horn
from the pure-white unicorn
because I know, girl, you are lonely.
With the dawn-light you'd rise above,
with the horn you would point to love.
THE-BOSSY-QUEEN-BEE-HAS-BECOME-
MY-SIAMESE-MISS
It comes as no surprise to me
you now act as though you're the queen-bee.
I-give-my-girls-plenty-of-honey.
They start to demand matrimony
or else. Or else what Thai Miss Lee?
TRUE-TALE-TO-TELL-TO-WAYFARING-SOULS-FIND
I will tell you of the fairytale
when a poet was to sail
in a boat down at the docks
out the port area of Bangkok,
making his way to Pattaya's beach
where from the sea a hand would reach
and turn his boat upside down.
The poet was sure that he'd drown
as the lady with a pearly grin,
a snaky-body and a fish's fins
dragged him to her sisters' nest
on a sunken ship with a treasure chest.
There her sisters upon the wreck
hung precious jewels around his neck
"Now you are wealthy as a lord.
This shall be your royal reward.
What you've seen, go poet tell.
Such tales do poets speak so well.
Tell of we sisters down here.
Of the two worlds on this one sphere.
Speak of the maids who will bedeck
with jewels the young seafarers' necks
should they seek us for a bride
that we might sit royally by their side.
Not for nought bestow we riches.
You see before you the ocean-witches."
Their voices heard inside his head,
back to the surface he was led.
Poets know of magic, of sorcery,
spellbound are they by land and sea
when the Muse opens up their eyes
to the beauty of the earth and skies.
Atop a dolphin he was to ride
the rest of the way, on the inward tide.
He'd tell his tale, as the poets do,
though only poetic-souls believe them true.
from PATTAYA TRADER 110 (B)
IT'S-AN-IVORY-AND-A-HUNTER'S-
EBONY-HEART-VERSE
"The elephant might charge."
He didn't, now-you-see.
As the huntsman can tell,
"An elephant won't sell".
He took its tusks for free.
IT'S-A-SUNNY-YET-SAD-TIDINGS-NO?
Ship-mishapen a sandman stands
instead of a man of snow.
The gold sun won't melt the guy
but the tide will, we all know.
BEAUTIFUL-FLAME
Touched by your inner and outer beauty
he reaches to touch you with heart's-utmost-desire,
and buring more than just his fingers
a human-torch is the youth now on fire.
A DAWN DAISY
If only to awake
to a day that's new,
fresh as a daisy
in the morning dew
and see the world
on such a morn
as though I'd died
and been reborn
and did not know
how it would pain
my very soul
to live again,
when in due time
this thought I'd find
may not ease
a troubled mind.
SIAM SUNS
Here in the land of smiles
and the dragon on the wing,
wild blossoms are both my girls
and I a mountain king.
Free the doves from their cage,
see the tiger spring.
Mine is the elephant's memory,
and memory's song I sing.
Here in the land of smiles
and the dragon on the wing,
two suns of old Siam
are my girls Sa and Ping.
FIND-A-SUNNY-DAWN'S-CANNON-LIKE-BALL-
CAN-DWARF-COAT-BLOODIED-SOLDIERS
The fiery-cannonball
of a blood-red sun
turns the dark green lawn
a dawn-bright crimson
and the dark green leaves
of the huge-garden-tree
to red-coated soldiers find,
in their countless collectivity.
HOT-ACADEMIC-ARCADIAN-HILIDAY
In arcadia I hoof along.
Pure and simple is the shepherd's song,
like Pan-pipes blowing away
on this academy's sunny-summer-holiday.
Never before have I seen
such maidens float on the liquid-green.
Yes floating and dancing is their game.
Do unto me things I dare not name
lovely nymphs that you be
to my high-minded low-level philosophy.
EBONY-HEART-VERSE
"The elephant might charge."
He didn't, now-you-see.
As the huntsman can tell,
"An elephant won't sell".
He took its tusks for free.
IT'S-A-SUNNY-YET-SAD-TIDINGS-NO?
Ship-mishapen a sandman stands
instead of a man of snow.
The gold sun won't melt the guy
but the tide will, we all know.
BEAUTIFUL-FLAME
Touched by your inner and outer beauty
he reaches to touch you with heart's-utmost-desire,
and buring more than just his fingers
a human-torch is the youth now on fire.
A DAWN DAISY
If only to awake
to a day that's new,
fresh as a daisy
in the morning dew
and see the world
on such a morn
as though I'd died
and been reborn
and did not know
how it would pain
my very soul
to live again,
when in due time
this thought I'd find
may not ease
a troubled mind.
SIAM SUNS
Here in the land of smiles
and the dragon on the wing,
wild blossoms are both my girls
and I a mountain king.
Free the doves from their cage,
see the tiger spring.
Mine is the elephant's memory,
and memory's song I sing.
Here in the land of smiles
and the dragon on the wing,
two suns of old Siam
are my girls Sa and Ping.
FIND-A-SUNNY-DAWN'S-CANNON-LIKE-BALL-
CAN-DWARF-COAT-BLOODIED-SOLDIERS
The fiery-cannonball
of a blood-red sun
turns the dark green lawn
a dawn-bright crimson
and the dark green leaves
of the huge-garden-tree
to red-coated soldiers find,
in their countless collectivity.
HOT-ACADEMIC-ARCADIAN-HILIDAY
In arcadia I hoof along.
Pure and simple is the shepherd's song,
like Pan-pipes blowing away
on this academy's sunny-summer-holiday.
Never before have I seen
such maidens float on the liquid-green.
Yes floating and dancing is their game.
Do unto me things I dare not name
lovely nymphs that you be
to my high-minded low-level philosophy.
from PATTAYA TRADER 110 (A)
YES-IT'S-A-THAI-LADY-LEE'S-LEAFY-FAN
I awoke to the morn with no alarm
but to the fan by a leaf from a palm
that was held within my lady's hand
as though it were a royal command.
Yet my lady, she is no girl-slave,
nor am I a king whom an order gave.
Though with palm-leaf of coconut or date
I sure do feel like a king on his estate.
STAR-BLUE DA
Oh Ladda,
I'd have climbed the ladder
in your stockings had you worn them.
Oh Da,
I'd have climbed as far
as your short skirt's hem
and then... and then...
But I surely descended that far
under the dark-night's bluest star.
THE-RATHER-GREEN-ENGLISH-NATION
Is it a green and pleasant land
or a damn mean and unpleasant land?
No wonder some of us, London-girl,
live in a dreamy Never Never Land.
HILLTOP-BUDDHA-PERSPECTIVE
Do not tire of the climb.
The view from here is sublime.
Open sesame. Ah, yes indeed.
Reveal the faith as in a mustard seed.
No walls, no roof to enclose.
Mount the steps like thorns to the rose.
YOUR WAY UP
Frank Sinatra does it is way,
though not many find they can or do,
while yet they sit down close and sing along
as if as much to say "Up you."
NOT-IMPOSSIBLE
A green-as-a-goblin goddess,
legs long like a stork,
came to me via a dream
here in fairytale-city-York.
Yes a green-as-a-goblin goddess,
who'd a lunging-giant's stride,
came to me via a dream
and lay down at my side.
A green-as-a-goblin goddess,
West-white nor East-brown beauty,
came as from outer-space.
Did we make love? Possibly.
FEMME-FATALE-YES
Part-woman, part-snake
and part-vampire.
Serpent-queen-of-the-Nile
with a toothy-smile.
Cleopatra-type-beauty make
a damn-fool's heart burn-with-desire.
I awoke to the morn with no alarm
but to the fan by a leaf from a palm
that was held within my lady's hand
as though it were a royal command.
Yet my lady, she is no girl-slave,
nor am I a king whom an order gave.
Though with palm-leaf of coconut or date
I sure do feel like a king on his estate.
STAR-BLUE DA
Oh Ladda,
I'd have climbed the ladder
in your stockings had you worn them.
Oh Da,
I'd have climbed as far
as your short skirt's hem
and then... and then...
But I surely descended that far
under the dark-night's bluest star.
THE-RATHER-GREEN-ENGLISH-NATION
Is it a green and pleasant land
or a damn mean and unpleasant land?
No wonder some of us, London-girl,
live in a dreamy Never Never Land.
HILLTOP-BUDDHA-PERSPECTIVE
Do not tire of the climb.
The view from here is sublime.
Open sesame. Ah, yes indeed.
Reveal the faith as in a mustard seed.
No walls, no roof to enclose.
Mount the steps like thorns to the rose.
YOUR WAY UP
Frank Sinatra does it is way,
though not many find they can or do,
while yet they sit down close and sing along
as if as much to say "Up you."
NOT-IMPOSSIBLE
A green-as-a-goblin goddess,
legs long like a stork,
came to me via a dream
here in fairytale-city-York.
Yes a green-as-a-goblin goddess,
who'd a lunging-giant's stride,
came to me via a dream
and lay down at my side.
A green-as-a-goblin goddess,
West-white nor East-brown beauty,
came as from outer-space.
Did we make love? Possibly.
FEMME-FATALE-YES
Part-woman, part-snake
and part-vampire.
Serpent-queen-of-the-Nile
with a toothy-smile.
Cleopatra-type-beauty make
a damn-fool's heart burn-with-desire.
from PATTAYA TRADER 111 (B)
FIND-UNDER-MY-OCEAN-CARRIER-
A-SURELY-DARKSOME-DOLPHINED-SEA
The endless blackless of life's sea
I seem to plow-through, magically.
A ghostly poet on a pirated galleon,
dark yes dark the sea I sail upon.
The moon's a gold-coin in the sky.
Wind-blowing-breath of dragons in my sails.
Dark dolphins just appear to me as sharks
and merpeople as demons with-snaking-fish-tails.
OURS-IS-AN-IMAGE-MIRRORING-WORLD
Find life is a looking-glass
through which all beauty has to pass.
A beauty with which we all obsess
in our need, the world, to impress.
We can't all be Dorian Gray,
but it would be good just for a day.
TO-THE-NOW-LIGHTED-UP-SEA-
DEATH-CALMED
To go out on a ship
that's a burning pyre.
A Viking pirate ship
that is set afire
when my days are done.
Go out as sets-a-rose-flower-sun.
Yes to go out on a ship
that's a burning pyre.
A pirate Viking ship
that is set afire
with daisy-eyed-yellow-flame
as downs the rose-red sun again.
INTO-GLAZY-EYED-PARADISE-
TOGETHER-WE-PASS-GIRL
The sun on the pillows
it is we two pass
through each other's eyes
as through a looking-glass.
The dog sees the rabbits,
the rabbits run fast.
We fade like Alice
as through a looking-glass.
SURELY-IS-A-BABY-SHAMBLES
"It's a meat-market" they cry,
"it's an old-York-City's-Shambles,
as onto a-London-Town's-well-lit-catwalk
a dizzy Bambi model ambles.
LIBERTINE
Liberty-is-not-to-infringe,
though-one-is-free-to-binge.
A-LOTUS-POND-LADDA
Ladda of the lotus-pond
grooms herself for whom she's fond.
What a splendid catch is she
and such a handsome fisher he.
Combs she her dark naga hair,
her eyes a sad but thoughtful pair.
Ladda's one and only wish:
to be whole woman, not downward fish.
A-SURELY-DARKSOME-DOLPHINED-SEA
The endless blackless of life's sea
I seem to plow-through, magically.
A ghostly poet on a pirated galleon,
dark yes dark the sea I sail upon.
The moon's a gold-coin in the sky.
Wind-blowing-breath of dragons in my sails.
Dark dolphins just appear to me as sharks
and merpeople as demons with-snaking-fish-tails.
OURS-IS-AN-IMAGE-MIRRORING-WORLD
Find life is a looking-glass
through which all beauty has to pass.
A beauty with which we all obsess
in our need, the world, to impress.
We can't all be Dorian Gray,
but it would be good just for a day.
TO-THE-NOW-LIGHTED-UP-SEA-
DEATH-CALMED
To go out on a ship
that's a burning pyre.
A Viking pirate ship
that is set afire
when my days are done.
Go out as sets-a-rose-flower-sun.
Yes to go out on a ship
that's a burning pyre.
A pirate Viking ship
that is set afire
with daisy-eyed-yellow-flame
as downs the rose-red sun again.
INTO-GLAZY-EYED-PARADISE-
TOGETHER-WE-PASS-GIRL
The sun on the pillows
it is we two pass
through each other's eyes
as through a looking-glass.
The dog sees the rabbits,
the rabbits run fast.
We fade like Alice
as through a looking-glass.
SURELY-IS-A-BABY-SHAMBLES
"It's a meat-market" they cry,
"it's an old-York-City's-Shambles,
as onto a-London-Town's-well-lit-catwalk
a dizzy Bambi model ambles.
LIBERTINE
Liberty-is-not-to-infringe,
though-one-is-free-to-binge.
A-LOTUS-POND-LADDA
Ladda of the lotus-pond
grooms herself for whom she's fond.
What a splendid catch is she
and such a handsome fisher he.
Combs she her dark naga hair,
her eyes a sad but thoughtful pair.
Ladda's one and only wish:
to be whole woman, not downward fish.
from PATTAYA TRADER 111 (A)
YES-AN-ANCIENT-QUEEN'S-BIG-BOAT-ALBION-
SAILS-GLORIOUSLY-ON-
UNCHARTERED-COURSE
The once-brave Boadiciea has long been gone
but her bold-spirit in her children's children lives on.
Until they go the way their parents have gone
they'll sail aboard the good ship Albion.
It chars my heart to hear you call for the good old days.
The good old days were the bad old ways.
The Arcadian dream is all but over,
but the ship Albion sails on course.
Man the decks, go hoist the rigging,
the pig-man has dicovered the glorious source
(twelve-rude-boys-to-each-small-boat's-oars).
REVIEWED-IS-A-VERY-DIZZY-SOUL
No one really knows
what the girl upstairs does,
but everybody needs
just to get a buzz.
Down in the street below
the drunken archangels sing.
I know what's on your mind,
I can see everything.
Climb up to her window-ledge,
you will forever be
walking under the ladders
when not upon your knees.
Yes climb up to her window-ledge,
you will forever be
walking under the ladders,
folk hearing you cry "Please."
Find rapture and vertigo
give you a review of the soul.
DOWN-IN-A-SADDLE
The guy's in a saddle with his gun.
His girlfriend rides with a cowboy's hat on.
Playing games can be such fun
when by a naked cow-girl you are sat on.
YES-WHAT-NEXT-KATY?
You are such a sweet girl
in a cruelly-cold world,
what now will you do?
The drink goes steadily down,
yes I sink the beer-brown.
Kate what will become of you?
Find polka-dots in my eyes,
find polka-dots in the skies,
polka-dots are everywhere.
Yes you are older than me,
and I thank you for the memory.
The Sixties met the Seventies I swear.
CASCADE
Her hair is beautiful,
like a waterfall,
cascading, cascading,
over the-lovely-body-I'm-embracing.
SAILS-GLORIOUSLY-ON-
UNCHARTERED-COURSE
The once-brave Boadiciea has long been gone
but her bold-spirit in her children's children lives on.
Until they go the way their parents have gone
they'll sail aboard the good ship Albion.
It chars my heart to hear you call for the good old days.
The good old days were the bad old ways.
The Arcadian dream is all but over,
but the ship Albion sails on course.
Man the decks, go hoist the rigging,
the pig-man has dicovered the glorious source
(twelve-rude-boys-to-each-small-boat's-oars).
REVIEWED-IS-A-VERY-DIZZY-SOUL
No one really knows
what the girl upstairs does,
but everybody needs
just to get a buzz.
Down in the street below
the drunken archangels sing.
I know what's on your mind,
I can see everything.
Climb up to her window-ledge,
you will forever be
walking under the ladders
when not upon your knees.
Yes climb up to her window-ledge,
you will forever be
walking under the ladders,
folk hearing you cry "Please."
Find rapture and vertigo
give you a review of the soul.
DOWN-IN-A-SADDLE
The guy's in a saddle with his gun.
His girlfriend rides with a cowboy's hat on.
Playing games can be such fun
when by a naked cow-girl you are sat on.
YES-WHAT-NEXT-KATY?
You are such a sweet girl
in a cruelly-cold world,
what now will you do?
The drink goes steadily down,
yes I sink the beer-brown.
Kate what will become of you?
Find polka-dots in my eyes,
find polka-dots in the skies,
polka-dots are everywhere.
Yes you are older than me,
and I thank you for the memory.
The Sixties met the Seventies I swear.
CASCADE
Her hair is beautiful,
like a waterfall,
cascading, cascading,
over the-lovely-body-I'm-embracing.
from PATTAYA TRADER 112 (B)
FLEURS DU MAL
Baudelaire you devil,
she knows you well.
You bring her heaven and hell
with your flowers of evil.
The stairs of the bordello climb.
Find she has rythm, you have rhyme.
WOODEN LOVER-MAN
The guy was just dead-wood.
She shook the splinters from her bed.
Yes the guy was just dead-wood
in body as well as in head.
How can you plan a family
when limp the branch on a tree?
OSCAR'S-BRAIN-DEAD-CHILD
He is pretty as a picture
and his drink is a mad mixture.
As to any sort of scripture
the dandy is a ditcher.
The guy's no Oscar Wilde,
he's Dorian Gray - his child.
ON THE MATTER OF BRITAIN
King Elvis was in his Gracelands
while the kids were in their Wastelands.
Elvis could never be King Arthur
nor Arthur King Elvis for that matter !!
A-LAST-BRITISH-ROSE-IS-COLD-
CAST-OUT-SHE
With her green coat
and her red scarf
wrapped round her head
there in the wintry park
at a quick glance one supposes,
the old girl's the last of the English roses.
A STONY-BROKE-SNAKY-ROAD-DUO
Snaking down the long windy-road,
free of any burden, free of any load;
two beggars together, as broke as dry-stone.
One day they will build a castle of bone.
THE-CLOUD-DARK-RAINY-DAY-
AM-I-WHY-YES
Though I rain down,
I rise up again
in vapour and cloud.
I am the rain.
Though on the ground
I leave my stain
I nourish the soul.
I am the rain.
THE-TREE-OF-LIFE'S-LEAVES
A tree
reaching to eternity.
Countless lives like leaves
we see.
How many individual lives we?
YES-THE-NOW-SMUG-POOR-YOUNGSTER-
UPON-THE-STAIRWELL-HIGH
A kid on a stairwell said to me
"I hate people like you.
I've-got-matches-and-a-cable-tv."
What he meant I hadn't a clue,
but I told him I'd less than 50p.
That seemed to cheer him up, it's true.
Up-there-with-a-smug-smile-of-superiority.
FIND-THAT-THE-MOONLIT-WOLF-
GODDESS-AMANDA-HAS-GONE
I loved her once. The girl loved me.
To her every wish I would go pander.
Howl beneath the lovely moon would we,
but now it is I can no longer stand her
nor she me. What-on-earth-happened, Amanda?
SURELY-ANCIENT-LONELINESS-
IN-BEDSITLAND
There's the echoing silence
that's a mocking call
to all history's lonely-hearts
surrounded by-their-bedsit's-Ha-Ha-Wall.
Baudelaire you devil,
she knows you well.
You bring her heaven and hell
with your flowers of evil.
The stairs of the bordello climb.
Find she has rythm, you have rhyme.
WOODEN LOVER-MAN
The guy was just dead-wood.
She shook the splinters from her bed.
Yes the guy was just dead-wood
in body as well as in head.
How can you plan a family
when limp the branch on a tree?
OSCAR'S-BRAIN-DEAD-CHILD
He is pretty as a picture
and his drink is a mad mixture.
As to any sort of scripture
the dandy is a ditcher.
The guy's no Oscar Wilde,
he's Dorian Gray - his child.
ON THE MATTER OF BRITAIN
King Elvis was in his Gracelands
while the kids were in their Wastelands.
Elvis could never be King Arthur
nor Arthur King Elvis for that matter !!
A-LAST-BRITISH-ROSE-IS-COLD-
CAST-OUT-SHE
With her green coat
and her red scarf
wrapped round her head
there in the wintry park
at a quick glance one supposes,
the old girl's the last of the English roses.
A STONY-BROKE-SNAKY-ROAD-DUO
Snaking down the long windy-road,
free of any burden, free of any load;
two beggars together, as broke as dry-stone.
One day they will build a castle of bone.
THE-CLOUD-DARK-RAINY-DAY-
AM-I-WHY-YES
Though I rain down,
I rise up again
in vapour and cloud.
I am the rain.
Though on the ground
I leave my stain
I nourish the soul.
I am the rain.
THE-TREE-OF-LIFE'S-LEAVES
A tree
reaching to eternity.
Countless lives like leaves
we see.
How many individual lives we?
YES-THE-NOW-SMUG-POOR-YOUNGSTER-
UPON-THE-STAIRWELL-HIGH
A kid on a stairwell said to me
"I hate people like you.
I've-got-matches-and-a-cable-tv."
What he meant I hadn't a clue,
but I told him I'd less than 50p.
That seemed to cheer him up, it's true.
Up-there-with-a-smug-smile-of-superiority.
FIND-THAT-THE-MOONLIT-WOLF-
GODDESS-AMANDA-HAS-GONE
I loved her once. The girl loved me.
To her every wish I would go pander.
Howl beneath the lovely moon would we,
but now it is I can no longer stand her
nor she me. What-on-earth-happened, Amanda?
SURELY-ANCIENT-LONELINESS-
IN-BEDSITLAND
There's the echoing silence
that's a mocking call
to all history's lonely-hearts
surrounded by-their-bedsit's-Ha-Ha-Wall.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
from PATTAYA TRADER 112 (A)
PORT-PATTAYA-PRINCESS
There were the pole-dancing types
but there was also you.
There were the beery bar girls
and there was a newcomer who
wasn't yet ready to dip her toe
in the fast city's on-shore blue.
We take an elephant ride together.
We go see the crocodiles
and sail out to Turtle Island
not far from the Land of Smiles.
You are my South-East Asian rainbow.
You are my butterfly-madam.
We two are the dancing dolphins
off the coast of old Siam.
Yes we two are the dancing dolphins
off the coast of old Siam.
PEAFOWL-FIXATION
The peacock's fan,
a solar disc,
a karmic wheel,
a frisky peahen's fix.
THE-FRENCH-BEAUTY-AND-THE-
BEAST SURE-FIND
"Jean-Paul, is she
very-prettier than me?
Yes Jean-Paul is she
very-prettier than me?
"Such a beast, poor-girl,
is your Gallic jealousy."
There were the pole-dancing types
but there was also you.
There were the beery bar girls
and there was a newcomer who
wasn't yet ready to dip her toe
in the fast city's on-shore blue.
We take an elephant ride together.
We go see the crocodiles
and sail out to Turtle Island
not far from the Land of Smiles.
You are my South-East Asian rainbow.
You are my butterfly-madam.
We two are the dancing dolphins
off the coast of old Siam.
Yes we two are the dancing dolphins
off the coast of old Siam.
PEAFOWL-FIXATION
The peacock's fan,
a solar disc,
a karmic wheel,
a frisky peahen's fix.
THE-FRENCH-BEAUTY-AND-THE-
BEAST SURE-FIND
"Jean-Paul, is she
very-prettier than me?
Yes Jean-Paul is she
very-prettier than me?
"Such a beast, poor-girl,
is your Gallic jealousy."
from PATTAYA TRADER 113 (B)
A GIRL OUT CHECK
The checkout girl,
how beautiful is she,
I want her body
close to me.
The queue shortens
and she nears
while the ring of the till
is music to my ears.
The checkout girl
leaves me in no doubt.
I check her over
but she checks me out.
A-WAR-SERVICE-WOMAN-WAS-VAL
Happy memories of a sad war
lying low with the spiv upon her rug.
How she longs for lights out
and the charge of the doodlebug.
WATERLOO WARRIOR
It has been a bloody battle.
Big guns have gone-off for you.
I'm a mere foot-soldier
but you are my Waterloo.
RIMBAUD'S-RAINBOW
All the bright colours of joy.
All the dull colours of pain.
The free-wheeling poet-boy
in the sunshine, now in the rain.
The checkout girl,
how beautiful is she,
I want her body
close to me.
The queue shortens
and she nears
while the ring of the till
is music to my ears.
The checkout girl
leaves me in no doubt.
I check her over
but she checks me out.
A-WAR-SERVICE-WOMAN-WAS-VAL
Happy memories of a sad war
lying low with the spiv upon her rug.
How she longs for lights out
and the charge of the doodlebug.
WATERLOO WARRIOR
It has been a bloody battle.
Big guns have gone-off for you.
I'm a mere foot-soldier
but you are my Waterloo.
RIMBAUD'S-RAINBOW
All the bright colours of joy.
All the dull colours of pain.
The free-wheeling poet-boy
in the sunshine, now in the rain.
from PATTAYA TRADER 113 (A)
YES-RISE-UP-OVER-THE-WICKED-WAVES-
TRUE-SONS-AND-DAUGHTERS-OF-PAST-ALBION
"Wicked warlords will have their evil way
while King Arthur sleeps this very day,"
Merlin-the-Magician was overheard to say.
"There is not the magic anymore,
priescraft came and rendered poor
the wizards of old-Albion's lovely-shore.
Long I've been a prisoner in this cave.
Arthur will not rise and the Kingdom save
till Britannia's children ride-above-the-waves."
THE-DREAMY-POET'S-FISHY-
FAIRYSTORY
I lived in Saltburn-by-the-sea.
Lived in York's fairytale city.
Lived in Pattaya and Bangkok.
Now with a merlady upon her rock
I live in a poetic dream,
a sea-port troubadour and she my queen.
KIND-BLAKE-AND-CRUEL-DE-SADE
Troubled I lie awake,
thoughts on life unkind.
I try to think of Blake
but Sade sticks in my mind.
PAST-DAYS-OF-DISORDER-
AND-DEPRAVITY-NO?
Unlace the girl Lovelace.
Remove her bodice.
You were always a one
for a novice,
though never a one
for an orderly nun
in the letcherous company
with which you hung.
Unlace the girl Lovelace,
you renowned debauchee,
and from her bodice
set the young female free.
And when you're done
and she is undone
tell her that sex
is only innocent fun.
Lovelace, Lovelace,
you loved the pure chase.
THE-JUICY-STEW-FIT-FOR-
A-RIGHT-GIANTESS
Fee, fie, fo, fum; fee, fie, fo, fum,
she smells the blood of an Englishman.
His bare-bones and skull from his head
she breaks up to mould her bread.
Sow and cook, cook and sow,
her husband made a big mistake, y'know,
in telling her just what to do.
With the rest of his body she'll make a giant-stew.
IT'S-OOPSY-BOOPSY-BETTY
I once wanted to be Captain Pugwash,
but here's the real scoop:
when I was a titsy bit older
I thought I loved Betty Boop.
And I once wanted to be Popeye,
but here's the real scoop:
I didn't love Olive Oyl,
I thought I loved Betty Boop.
Now a grown man looking back, oops:
I know I don't love Betty, but still like her boops !!
YES-AN-ALBATROSS-LADY
She was an albatross around my neck.
I could not take very much more.
The girl hammered her fists upon my chest
so I pushed her. She fell to the floor.
There she lay down on the deck.
Her arms spread out like a cross,
the girl who was ever round my neck,
the lady albatross, yes the lady albatross.
Oh now she would be a martyr.
Of this I'd not hear the last.
She'd tell her friends for a starter,
and probably with an added twist.
Go tell the world I said, go tell all.
Hammer your fists against my chest
when you arise from the push and fall,
but this relationship is now laid to rest
(I would no longer argue the coin's toss
with she, the lady albatross).
TRUE-SONS-AND-DAUGHTERS-OF-PAST-ALBION
"Wicked warlords will have their evil way
while King Arthur sleeps this very day,"
Merlin-the-Magician was overheard to say.
"There is not the magic anymore,
priescraft came and rendered poor
the wizards of old-Albion's lovely-shore.
Long I've been a prisoner in this cave.
Arthur will not rise and the Kingdom save
till Britannia's children ride-above-the-waves."
THE-DREAMY-POET'S-FISHY-
FAIRYSTORY
I lived in Saltburn-by-the-sea.
Lived in York's fairytale city.
Lived in Pattaya and Bangkok.
Now with a merlady upon her rock
I live in a poetic dream,
a sea-port troubadour and she my queen.
KIND-BLAKE-AND-CRUEL-DE-SADE
Troubled I lie awake,
thoughts on life unkind.
I try to think of Blake
but Sade sticks in my mind.
PAST-DAYS-OF-DISORDER-
AND-DEPRAVITY-NO?
Unlace the girl Lovelace.
Remove her bodice.
You were always a one
for a novice,
though never a one
for an orderly nun
in the letcherous company
with which you hung.
Unlace the girl Lovelace,
you renowned debauchee,
and from her bodice
set the young female free.
And when you're done
and she is undone
tell her that sex
is only innocent fun.
Lovelace, Lovelace,
you loved the pure chase.
THE-JUICY-STEW-FIT-FOR-
A-RIGHT-GIANTESS
Fee, fie, fo, fum; fee, fie, fo, fum,
she smells the blood of an Englishman.
His bare-bones and skull from his head
she breaks up to mould her bread.
Sow and cook, cook and sow,
her husband made a big mistake, y'know,
in telling her just what to do.
With the rest of his body she'll make a giant-stew.
IT'S-OOPSY-BOOPSY-BETTY
I once wanted to be Captain Pugwash,
but here's the real scoop:
when I was a titsy bit older
I thought I loved Betty Boop.
And I once wanted to be Popeye,
but here's the real scoop:
I didn't love Olive Oyl,
I thought I loved Betty Boop.
Now a grown man looking back, oops:
I know I don't love Betty, but still like her boops !!
YES-AN-ALBATROSS-LADY
She was an albatross around my neck.
I could not take very much more.
The girl hammered her fists upon my chest
so I pushed her. She fell to the floor.
There she lay down on the deck.
Her arms spread out like a cross,
the girl who was ever round my neck,
the lady albatross, yes the lady albatross.
Oh now she would be a martyr.
Of this I'd not hear the last.
She'd tell her friends for a starter,
and probably with an added twist.
Go tell the world I said, go tell all.
Hammer your fists against my chest
when you arise from the push and fall,
but this relationship is now laid to rest
(I would no longer argue the coin's toss
with she, the lady albatross).
from PATTAYA TRADER 114 (B)
THE-DARK-AND-SPEEDY-GYPSY-GIRL-
JUST-COMES-AND-THEN-GOES
She's a beautiful bohemian find,
highways beneath her quick gypsy toes.
But the girl's thorn-sharp wandering eyes
impair the dusky-Romany-Rose.
A PRETTY POLLY
The pretty girl preens,
for clothes are her passion.
The world watches from its cage
and follows, parrot fashion.
LASTS-EVEN-NOT-LOVE-FOREVER-FIND
In the sunny but quite breezy-weather
we'd go fly our kites together.
Tos-and-then-fros, highs-and-then-lows,
Not even love, girl, lasts forever.
SURELY-A-NON-LADYSHIP-TITLE
Lady don't fall backwards,
it will fail to impress.
We can see that you are tight
but can't say that about your dress,
and oh to find a lady
both drunk and knickerless !!
A MEMORY-SHIP MAGIC
My poet's pen quests,
see trickle the tip,
a crow's nest crowns
my magic ship.
Far up the flag flies
and the sail is full
while glistens the gold
down in the hull.
Glistens the sheer gold
of your pretty tress,
and shines your white body
in its nakedness.
Yes the magic ship
of my memory
brings such beauty as yours
back home to me.
JUST-COMES-AND-THEN-GOES
She's a beautiful bohemian find,
highways beneath her quick gypsy toes.
But the girl's thorn-sharp wandering eyes
impair the dusky-Romany-Rose.
A PRETTY POLLY
The pretty girl preens,
for clothes are her passion.
The world watches from its cage
and follows, parrot fashion.
LASTS-EVEN-NOT-LOVE-FOREVER-FIND
In the sunny but quite breezy-weather
we'd go fly our kites together.
Tos-and-then-fros, highs-and-then-lows,
Not even love, girl, lasts forever.
SURELY-A-NON-LADYSHIP-TITLE
Lady don't fall backwards,
it will fail to impress.
We can see that you are tight
but can't say that about your dress,
and oh to find a lady
both drunk and knickerless !!
A MEMORY-SHIP MAGIC
My poet's pen quests,
see trickle the tip,
a crow's nest crowns
my magic ship.
Far up the flag flies
and the sail is full
while glistens the gold
down in the hull.
Glistens the sheer gold
of your pretty tress,
and shines your white body
in its nakedness.
Yes the magic ship
of my memory
brings such beauty as yours
back home to me.
from PATTAYA TRADER 114 (A)
CHASING THE DRAGON
I can't help you poor-George.
Your wife is such a dragon
no other man dares to chase
though your-marriage's-gone-wrong.
And-even-while-still-very-young
you're-like-an-old-Chinese-on-opium !!
PUREST-CRYSTAL-PALACE-COLLAPSES
Shattered dreams
like glass splinters.
Through the opening
pour all past winters.
Can close no window.
Can close no door.
your palace of crystal
is now no more.
IT-IS-A-SERPENT-ROUGE
The bloodline runs
here and there.
It slithers, it wriggles,
in she so fair,
the red-lipped French girl
with the coiled-up-hair.
She has eternal youth
even if very long in the tooth !!
CHEAP-CHARLIE-TYPE-POET
To the lovely-girls
goes my very heart.
I am open to them.
I'm a male-tart.
Find that I'm cheap.
Yes cheap is me.
The times I am not
are when I'm free.
A-WICKED-WILMOT-COULD-
WRITE-DOWN-ONLY-DIRTY-WORDS
His pen was his penis.
Libertine literature was his lot.
The wicked Earl of Rochester
sure was the poet-Wilmot.
SHE'S-A-DEAD-RINGER-FOR-
A-FEMALE-BAD-NEWS-SHOUTER
Far less a poet,
more a town crier,
her tongue a bell-clapper.
Find this defines her
who calls a spade a spade.
No, poetry is not her trade.
THE BLOODY-BEASTS
Impale
the whale.
Club
the seal-cub.
Hound the fox.
Cage the minks, all furs box.
A NEW-AUTUMNY-MORN-IT-IS
The wind sweeps the leaves across the lawn
to where stands a cold stone fawn
and up by the pond, a garden gnome
ever watchful and stood alone
sees a tired old yellow sun yawn
as it rises with the chilly dawn.
I can't help you poor-George.
Your wife is such a dragon
no other man dares to chase
though your-marriage's-gone-wrong.
And-even-while-still-very-young
you're-like-an-old-Chinese-on-opium !!
PUREST-CRYSTAL-PALACE-COLLAPSES
Shattered dreams
like glass splinters.
Through the opening
pour all past winters.
Can close no window.
Can close no door.
your palace of crystal
is now no more.
IT-IS-A-SERPENT-ROUGE
The bloodline runs
here and there.
It slithers, it wriggles,
in she so fair,
the red-lipped French girl
with the coiled-up-hair.
She has eternal youth
even if very long in the tooth !!
CHEAP-CHARLIE-TYPE-POET
To the lovely-girls
goes my very heart.
I am open to them.
I'm a male-tart.
Find that I'm cheap.
Yes cheap is me.
The times I am not
are when I'm free.
A-WICKED-WILMOT-COULD-
WRITE-DOWN-ONLY-DIRTY-WORDS
His pen was his penis.
Libertine literature was his lot.
The wicked Earl of Rochester
sure was the poet-Wilmot.
SHE'S-A-DEAD-RINGER-FOR-
A-FEMALE-BAD-NEWS-SHOUTER
Far less a poet,
more a town crier,
her tongue a bell-clapper.
Find this defines her
who calls a spade a spade.
No, poetry is not her trade.
THE BLOODY-BEASTS
Impale
the whale.
Club
the seal-cub.
Hound the fox.
Cage the minks, all furs box.
A NEW-AUTUMNY-MORN-IT-IS
The wind sweeps the leaves across the lawn
to where stands a cold stone fawn
and up by the pond, a garden gnome
ever watchful and stood alone
sees a tired old yellow sun yawn
as it rises with the chilly dawn.
from PATTAYA TRADER 115 (B)
YES-IT'S-CLASSROOM-KATY-NOW
What Katy Did. What Katy Did Next.
The two books are classic texts.
Adventurous childhoods reach their stop
when tiny individuals are all-grown-up.
A-SO-HOT-HEART'S-FULL-BLOOM
We swam by the cool waterfall,
the tropical plants were bloom-full;
with the palm trees standing tall
above you, who were so-beautiful.
An eternity ago, girl. And a world apart.
Oh for the hot-house-flower of the heart.
DOWN-ROAD-TO-RUIN-RIDE-WE-TWO
Find the bent-backed peddlers,
the jugglers and the fooling-clowns.
Find plenty more beggars, girl,
as ruin's road we now go down.
Yes bent-backed but ready-to-pick-up
any single penny that misses the cup.
PUNCH-LINE LOVERS
Napoleon and Josehine,
sure find you and me.
Romeo and Juliet,
star-crossed-lovers we.
Cleopatra and Mark-Anthony.
But never-ever Punch-and-Judy.
DOWNING A SPIRIT-DRINK
Uncork the genie, let him float
free, unlike the bottled-boat
similar to the one at your command
when you were young and far from land
with your so heavenly wishes
real life fed to the fishes.
SNOWY-SIBERIA-YES
Siberian fur,
up she'll jack.
An ice-cold-pussy
on warming white smack.
Find her in a cul-de-sac
prone, not lying on her back.
A-VENUS-LIGHT-ADVENTURER-IS-HE
Guided by the light of the evening-star,
goes sail with Venus the jolly Jack tar.
A salty sea-dog, he's bound for far.
All-the-way till Venus's morning-star.
UNITED-PEOPLE-KINGDOMS
Lady you are Thai
and you are Siamese,
while I am English with
a British passport, if you please.
Nothing to do with hybrid
as I join you overseas.
What Katy Did. What Katy Did Next.
The two books are classic texts.
Adventurous childhoods reach their stop
when tiny individuals are all-grown-up.
A-SO-HOT-HEART'S-FULL-BLOOM
We swam by the cool waterfall,
the tropical plants were bloom-full;
with the palm trees standing tall
above you, who were so-beautiful.
An eternity ago, girl. And a world apart.
Oh for the hot-house-flower of the heart.
DOWN-ROAD-TO-RUIN-RIDE-WE-TWO
Find the bent-backed peddlers,
the jugglers and the fooling-clowns.
Find plenty more beggars, girl,
as ruin's road we now go down.
Yes bent-backed but ready-to-pick-up
any single penny that misses the cup.
PUNCH-LINE LOVERS
Napoleon and Josehine,
sure find you and me.
Romeo and Juliet,
star-crossed-lovers we.
Cleopatra and Mark-Anthony.
But never-ever Punch-and-Judy.
DOWNING A SPIRIT-DRINK
Uncork the genie, let him float
free, unlike the bottled-boat
similar to the one at your command
when you were young and far from land
with your so heavenly wishes
real life fed to the fishes.
SNOWY-SIBERIA-YES
Siberian fur,
up she'll jack.
An ice-cold-pussy
on warming white smack.
Find her in a cul-de-sac
prone, not lying on her back.
A-VENUS-LIGHT-ADVENTURER-IS-HE
Guided by the light of the evening-star,
goes sail with Venus the jolly Jack tar.
A salty sea-dog, he's bound for far.
All-the-way till Venus's morning-star.
UNITED-PEOPLE-KINGDOMS
Lady you are Thai
and you are Siamese,
while I am English with
a British passport, if you please.
Nothing to do with hybrid
as I join you overseas.
from PATTAYA TRADER 115 (A)
VERY-WELL-VERSED-IN-DECEIVING-
LITERATE-PEOPLE
Read the Beano, the good book,
or the unabridged Ulysses.
Very few are the individuals
get through the latter two of these.
Yet the quotes come thick and fast.
I thought it was the Beano just for laughs?
IT'S-THE-GREEN-SHEEP-FARM-FIELD'S-
SURE-DREAMY-AND-PIPING-HOT-
GUSHES
Seraphic pipes on a molten green
and a shepherd's song so serene,
we lie together, girl, in a dream
that no artist's brush could explain
as do our minds' own-gold-picture-frame.
FLACCID-FRENCH-LETTER
I'm a poet.
She's a chanteuse.
I'd send a note
but what's the use.
I don't know Gallic,
it'd be flaccid-phallic.
YES-LIFE'S-EVER-CYCLIC-SEA
Yes-up-and-down, round-and-round,
on-a-sea-of-change-ever-bound.
COSMIC CRUSOE
What oceans of space and time
did he cross to find she
on whom he might dearly rest his eyes
and call "The other half of me"?
What suns, what planets his spirit pass,
which corner of this earth explore
like castaway Crusoe his island,
to find her footprint on the shore?
From the crow's-nest of his soul's ship
the starry seascape he was to view,
and now he's found his true love
he watches the pearly heavens with YOU.
YES-A-DAMN-COOL-JACKSON-FIVE-
JIVER-WAS-A-VERY-PRETTY-
JAPANESE-LADY
Upon my poet's word,
the girl was a mocking bird.
Mocking him the night long.
A lovely Japanese,
he went weak at the knees
while his heart beat strong.
Served the drinks she
and drank them he
till the bottles had all gone.
"You have Jack, some five,"
she whispered and began to jive
"you want me put on song?"
The man felt himself blush
"You now the Royal-Flush."
The card-game was going wrong.
To rise he wasn't able,
so he slipped under the table
thanking God the night was done.
LITERATE-PEOPLE
Read the Beano, the good book,
or the unabridged Ulysses.
Very few are the individuals
get through the latter two of these.
Yet the quotes come thick and fast.
I thought it was the Beano just for laughs?
IT'S-THE-GREEN-SHEEP-FARM-FIELD'S-
SURE-DREAMY-AND-PIPING-HOT-
GUSHES
Seraphic pipes on a molten green
and a shepherd's song so serene,
we lie together, girl, in a dream
that no artist's brush could explain
as do our minds' own-gold-picture-frame.
FLACCID-FRENCH-LETTER
I'm a poet.
She's a chanteuse.
I'd send a note
but what's the use.
I don't know Gallic,
it'd be flaccid-phallic.
YES-LIFE'S-EVER-CYCLIC-SEA
Yes-up-and-down, round-and-round,
on-a-sea-of-change-ever-bound.
COSMIC CRUSOE
What oceans of space and time
did he cross to find she
on whom he might dearly rest his eyes
and call "The other half of me"?
What suns, what planets his spirit pass,
which corner of this earth explore
like castaway Crusoe his island,
to find her footprint on the shore?
From the crow's-nest of his soul's ship
the starry seascape he was to view,
and now he's found his true love
he watches the pearly heavens with YOU.
YES-A-DAMN-COOL-JACKSON-FIVE-
JIVER-WAS-A-VERY-PRETTY-
JAPANESE-LADY
Upon my poet's word,
the girl was a mocking bird.
Mocking him the night long.
A lovely Japanese,
he went weak at the knees
while his heart beat strong.
Served the drinks she
and drank them he
till the bottles had all gone.
"You have Jack, some five,"
she whispered and began to jive
"you want me put on song?"
The man felt himself blush
"You now the Royal-Flush."
The card-game was going wrong.
To rise he wasn't able,
so he slipped under the table
thanking God the night was done.
Monday, March 21, 2011
from PATTAYA TRADER 117 (A)
LIVE-RADIO-RECITAL-
TO-VERY-DEAREST-YOU
You are surely out there I know.
In a land under the sun or snow.
Perhaps in dirty-Bangkok or busy-Tokyo.
There's something for everyone, it's true.
Were I reciting this on world-wide-radio,
the transmission would be, my love, to you.
A DIRE-TEEN-LIBERTY
There are guys and girls in mortal danger
when taking strange-candy from a stranger.
This is now the era of the liberteenager.
THE LADY-BOY-LOOK LIKES SHE
She bought the boy flowers.
Like an older man was she.
She took him to China Town
dressed like a pretty lady.
She was known to smoke opium
but smoked opium not he.
Find being an opium smoker
is surely a strange thing to be !!
WHATEVER-HAPPENED-TO-
A-VERY-DREAMY-PAIR?
What became of the likely lads?
What became of you and me?
What became of the dreams we had?
They were not, my friend, to be.
We were out to change the world,
or so we two youngsters thought.
"Ours was a very naive-age," you say,
"find all has come to nought."
Yes by the time you were twenty
you did not wish to know.
Still I think you went the way
that only-fools-and-horses go.
TO-VERY-DEAREST-YOU
You are surely out there I know.
In a land under the sun or snow.
Perhaps in dirty-Bangkok or busy-Tokyo.
There's something for everyone, it's true.
Were I reciting this on world-wide-radio,
the transmission would be, my love, to you.
A DIRE-TEEN-LIBERTY
There are guys and girls in mortal danger
when taking strange-candy from a stranger.
This is now the era of the liberteenager.
THE LADY-BOY-LOOK LIKES SHE
She bought the boy flowers.
Like an older man was she.
She took him to China Town
dressed like a pretty lady.
She was known to smoke opium
but smoked opium not he.
Find being an opium smoker
is surely a strange thing to be !!
WHATEVER-HAPPENED-TO-
A-VERY-DREAMY-PAIR?
What became of the likely lads?
What became of you and me?
What became of the dreams we had?
They were not, my friend, to be.
We were out to change the world,
or so we two youngsters thought.
"Ours was a very naive-age," you say,
"find all has come to nought."
Yes by the time you were twenty
you did not wish to know.
Still I think you went the way
that only-fools-and-horses go.
from PATTAYA TRADER 117 (B)
TO-A-WAIST-DOWN-NAKED-
IN-ENGLAND
Long and slender as a mast,
veins knotted like a cat-o'-nine,
naked down to the waist,
I drink in the brine.
Jaunty as a Jolly Jack Tar
I seek a good time.
The ladies see me swagger
while the men cry "It's a crime."
But naked down to the waist
with no sun to shine,
bare below the navel-button
I seek a good time.
Long and slender as a mast,
veins knotted like a cat-o'-nine,
I'm naked down to the very waist,
my shirt is on the washing line.
Now sick as a pirate's parrot
I seek a good time.
A-PEACEFUL-POPPY-DAWN-
FIND-I-DO
A piece of metal piping
glows in the rust-brown sun
where blood-red poppies seem
like flowers from the barrel of a gun.
SEXY-DUSKY-DANCER
I love you pretty seniorita
as on high-heels you teeter.
I love your Spanish-gypsy eyes,
fast-whirling-skirt, thick-soft-thighs,
that not so very long ago
would have caused a revolution in Mexico.
PASTOURELLE
"With talk like that
you must come from France
when you ask me
do I May-pole dance.
You're such a bad boy
I shall tell you true.
It seems I will have
to keep my eye on you."
Oh my merry maiden -
if maiden you really be -
I'm a high Romantic
and a revolutionary.
I rebel against convention.
I believe in love that's free.
Come into the tall grass
and lie down low with me.
"I think you but a satyr
who takes me for a goat.
I've heard much about Pan-pipes
and in your look I note
a sun-shiny brightness.
Your eyes are on fire.
Merely with lust they burn.
Your horny head I don't desire."
NOW-IT-WAS-OUT-RODE-
THE-VERY-DEVIL-HIMSELF
The Devil rode on out
and took himself a bride,
made pregnant the wicked witch
then he cast her aside.
The witch gave birth to a girl
who shows her man no quarter.
To the witch was born a demon,
to the Devil was born a daughter.
Yes the Devil rode on out
and took himself a wife,
made pregnant the wicked witch
to whom an evil child gave life.
The witch gave birth to a girl
and wine turned into water.
To the witch was born a demon,
to the Devil was born a daughter.
She's a black widow spider
and she will eat the male.
She gobbles him up whole
but swallows him down wholesale.
IN-ENGLAND
Long and slender as a mast,
veins knotted like a cat-o'-nine,
naked down to the waist,
I drink in the brine.
Jaunty as a Jolly Jack Tar
I seek a good time.
The ladies see me swagger
while the men cry "It's a crime."
But naked down to the waist
with no sun to shine,
bare below the navel-button
I seek a good time.
Long and slender as a mast,
veins knotted like a cat-o'-nine,
I'm naked down to the very waist,
my shirt is on the washing line.
Now sick as a pirate's parrot
I seek a good time.
A-PEACEFUL-POPPY-DAWN-
FIND-I-DO
A piece of metal piping
glows in the rust-brown sun
where blood-red poppies seem
like flowers from the barrel of a gun.
SEXY-DUSKY-DANCER
I love you pretty seniorita
as on high-heels you teeter.
I love your Spanish-gypsy eyes,
fast-whirling-skirt, thick-soft-thighs,
that not so very long ago
would have caused a revolution in Mexico.
PASTOURELLE
"With talk like that
you must come from France
when you ask me
do I May-pole dance.
You're such a bad boy
I shall tell you true.
It seems I will have
to keep my eye on you."
Oh my merry maiden -
if maiden you really be -
I'm a high Romantic
and a revolutionary.
I rebel against convention.
I believe in love that's free.
Come into the tall grass
and lie down low with me.
"I think you but a satyr
who takes me for a goat.
I've heard much about Pan-pipes
and in your look I note
a sun-shiny brightness.
Your eyes are on fire.
Merely with lust they burn.
Your horny head I don't desire."
NOW-IT-WAS-OUT-RODE-
THE-VERY-DEVIL-HIMSELF
The Devil rode on out
and took himself a bride,
made pregnant the wicked witch
then he cast her aside.
The witch gave birth to a girl
who shows her man no quarter.
To the witch was born a demon,
to the Devil was born a daughter.
Yes the Devil rode on out
and took himself a wife,
made pregnant the wicked witch
to whom an evil child gave life.
The witch gave birth to a girl
and wine turned into water.
To the witch was born a demon,
to the Devil was born a daughter.
She's a black widow spider
and she will eat the male.
She gobbles him up whole
but swallows him down wholesale.
from PATTAYA TRADER 119 (B)
YES-IT-IS-LITERALLY-YOU
King Arthur had his Camelot
and then his Avalon.
And had his high ideals
Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Wilde had his wit.
Burns had his Muse.
Kane had his rosebud.
I've all of them in you.
Plato had his Atlantis,
Helen had her Troy.
The Tibetans have their Shambalah.
High Romance had the Werther boy.
Blake had his Albion.
Coleridge had his Xanadu.
Kane had his rosebud.
I've all of them in you.
PEACE-AND-REST-IS-LIKE-
AN-ETERNAL-QUEST
Pursue the white whale.
Pursue the golden fleece.
Pursue the holy grail
but will you find peace?
EMILY D. AND DYLAN T.
If corn has ears
can it not have eyes?
And cannot water sit
if land can lie?
BARDIC-SELF-PROPHECY-POEM
The crowing of the dawn cock
perhaps I'll hear tomorrow
though the wizardry of the warlock
will descend on the side of sorrow
like tails on the tossed coin.
In the jester's laughter find I'll not join.
THE-GONE-TO-GOLD-POT-
NORTH-GODS
The world-serpent, the world-tree,
Asgard at the end of the rainbow-bridge.
Odin and his Queen of the Fairies,
yes this is where the Norse-gods all lived,
the palace now but a pot of gold.
It's enough to make even a frost-giant cold.
ON-THE-DARKLING-HORSE-
CALLED-POSEIDON
The girl rode up and down the shore
until - finally - saddle-sore,
she left the white-horses of the sea
with her man-gone-memory.
King Arthur had his Camelot
and then his Avalon.
And had his high ideals
Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Wilde had his wit.
Burns had his Muse.
Kane had his rosebud.
I've all of them in you.
Plato had his Atlantis,
Helen had her Troy.
The Tibetans have their Shambalah.
High Romance had the Werther boy.
Blake had his Albion.
Coleridge had his Xanadu.
Kane had his rosebud.
I've all of them in you.
PEACE-AND-REST-IS-LIKE-
AN-ETERNAL-QUEST
Pursue the white whale.
Pursue the golden fleece.
Pursue the holy grail
but will you find peace?
EMILY D. AND DYLAN T.
If corn has ears
can it not have eyes?
And cannot water sit
if land can lie?
BARDIC-SELF-PROPHECY-POEM
The crowing of the dawn cock
perhaps I'll hear tomorrow
though the wizardry of the warlock
will descend on the side of sorrow
like tails on the tossed coin.
In the jester's laughter find I'll not join.
THE-GONE-TO-GOLD-POT-
NORTH-GODS
The world-serpent, the world-tree,
Asgard at the end of the rainbow-bridge.
Odin and his Queen of the Fairies,
yes this is where the Norse-gods all lived,
the palace now but a pot of gold.
It's enough to make even a frost-giant cold.
ON-THE-DARKLING-HORSE-
CALLED-POSEIDON
The girl rode up and down the shore
until - finally - saddle-sore,
she left the white-horses of the sea
with her man-gone-memory.
from PATTAYA TRADER 119 (A)
IT'S-BEAUTY-AND-A-MAN-BEAST
Let me come now
to tell my tale
when fauns in the glen,
nymphs in the dale,
hilltop hermits,
woodland sprites,
witches, warlocks,
bold bygone knights
were what made grand
a now old England.
Lived a sorceress,
beauty her spell,
no wizard could
bend her to his will.
Too strong her love
for the beastman in her dell.
Too strong her love
for the satyr in her dell.
Let me go now
I've told my tale
when fauns in the glen,
nymphs in the dale,
hilltop hermits,
woodland sprites,
witches, warlocks,
bold bygone knights
were what made grand
a now old England.
BUNGLED-BIG-A-BUGLE-BOY
The young man sought adventure.
Mundane was his married life.
The war was now an excuse
to say goodbye to his wife.
Having fought in the Great War
his father was to say
"Go if you must my boy,
but there's a price to pay."
How right he had been,
no sooner was the young man gone
his wife sent the bugler a letter,
it was a 'dear John'.
Very soon after that
he was to lose a limb.
Fat dreams of adventure
were now growing oh so thin.
If he had stayed at home
he'd have got a white-feather,
but his body and severed arm,
his wife and he, would be together.
YES-THIN-PAPER-HEROES-
NOW-ARE-THEY
You spy the poor-teens -
poring over the glossy-magazines -
who very much want to be
like the boys and the girls they see
there on the pages within.
The glamour's just paper-thin.
LOW-DOWN-PUNK
Find safety-pins hold his life together
now his very-pretty-girl has gone forever.
NARCISSUS
Into your eyes, girl, find the guy shall stare.
He seeks his own reflection there.
Let me come now
to tell my tale
when fauns in the glen,
nymphs in the dale,
hilltop hermits,
woodland sprites,
witches, warlocks,
bold bygone knights
were what made grand
a now old England.
Lived a sorceress,
beauty her spell,
no wizard could
bend her to his will.
Too strong her love
for the beastman in her dell.
Too strong her love
for the satyr in her dell.
Let me go now
I've told my tale
when fauns in the glen,
nymphs in the dale,
hilltop hermits,
woodland sprites,
witches, warlocks,
bold bygone knights
were what made grand
a now old England.
BUNGLED-BIG-A-BUGLE-BOY
The young man sought adventure.
Mundane was his married life.
The war was now an excuse
to say goodbye to his wife.
Having fought in the Great War
his father was to say
"Go if you must my boy,
but there's a price to pay."
How right he had been,
no sooner was the young man gone
his wife sent the bugler a letter,
it was a 'dear John'.
Very soon after that
he was to lose a limb.
Fat dreams of adventure
were now growing oh so thin.
If he had stayed at home
he'd have got a white-feather,
but his body and severed arm,
his wife and he, would be together.
YES-THIN-PAPER-HEROES-
NOW-ARE-THEY
You spy the poor-teens -
poring over the glossy-magazines -
who very much want to be
like the boys and the girls they see
there on the pages within.
The glamour's just paper-thin.
LOW-DOWN-PUNK
Find safety-pins hold his life together
now his very-pretty-girl has gone forever.
NARCISSUS
Into your eyes, girl, find the guy shall stare.
He seeks his own reflection there.
for PATTAYA TRADER 127 (B)
BLANK
She put the pen
against her head
as though a gun.
Took a scrap
of paper. Wrote
'Alas and alack'.
And then it said -
there on the note -
'Bang !! I'm dead'.
BEDSITLAND
Wendy sits beneath the skykight
of her tiny bedsitting room
and looks up through the window
at the stars and at the moon.
Yes she sits under the window,
looks up at the moon and the stars
that seem to be looking down
on the earth and all its scars.
Now she, too, is a world away,
but it's not way out in space.
It is a world inside her head
that's a far-better and happier place.
COUP-GIRL-MINE-NOW-MAKES-
THE-NEW-SINGLE-ROOM-HER-OWN
I do not wear one but
imagine I'd just taken off my hat
when my girl said to me
"There's been a coup-de-tat."
I looked around the room.
She'd taken over my new flat.
"I'm in charge now," she said.
There'd been a coup-de-tat.
Yes just imagine as
I removed the hat from my head:
"Sleep on the floor, my pet,
I've taken the single-bed."
She even wore my men's trousers.
Glad I didn't check the page for houses !!
LOVE-LETTERS-AT-LOW-TIDE
Higher than where the cormorant builds a nest,
wide as the changing ocean blue;
deeper than a pirate's buried treasure chest,
rare as a poor seasick crew;
but just like writ on an old salt's breast
or in the yellow sand - I love you.
BRIGITTE-BARDOT-BOY
I yearned to bridge it to Bardot -
cross over to her El Dorado -
oh yes the girl was all-gold
when I was only very young.
But Serge G. got the go-go -
ah yes it was so, just so -
and I'd have got the no-no
when boyish-my-English-tongue.
She put the pen
against her head
as though a gun.
Took a scrap
of paper. Wrote
'Alas and alack'.
And then it said -
there on the note -
'Bang !! I'm dead'.
BEDSITLAND
Wendy sits beneath the skykight
of her tiny bedsitting room
and looks up through the window
at the stars and at the moon.
Yes she sits under the window,
looks up at the moon and the stars
that seem to be looking down
on the earth and all its scars.
Now she, too, is a world away,
but it's not way out in space.
It is a world inside her head
that's a far-better and happier place.
COUP-GIRL-MINE-NOW-MAKES-
THE-NEW-SINGLE-ROOM-HER-OWN
I do not wear one but
imagine I'd just taken off my hat
when my girl said to me
"There's been a coup-de-tat."
I looked around the room.
She'd taken over my new flat.
"I'm in charge now," she said.
There'd been a coup-de-tat.
Yes just imagine as
I removed the hat from my head:
"Sleep on the floor, my pet,
I've taken the single-bed."
She even wore my men's trousers.
Glad I didn't check the page for houses !!
LOVE-LETTERS-AT-LOW-TIDE
Higher than where the cormorant builds a nest,
wide as the changing ocean blue;
deeper than a pirate's buried treasure chest,
rare as a poor seasick crew;
but just like writ on an old salt's breast
or in the yellow sand - I love you.
BRIGITTE-BARDOT-BOY
I yearned to bridge it to Bardot -
cross over to her El Dorado -
oh yes the girl was all-gold
when I was only very young.
But Serge G. got the go-go -
ah yes it was so, just so -
and I'd have got the no-no
when boyish-my-English-tongue.
for PATTAYA TRADER 127 (A)
NIRVANA
A hammock swings 'tween two palms
where she lies here in my arms.
The sun and moon won't sit together
and sure to change is the weather;
though the moment has its charms
as my girl sings "Fireflies forever".
THE-GHOSTLY-NEWGATE-GALLOWS
Now Fetter Lane
was a shadowy house-chain
and-a-radical-hotbed;
while The Tyburn Tree
saw swing free
rebel-spirits of the-newly-dead.
SALEM'S-SORRY-SISTERS
They say that moldy bread
put the visions in their heads.
We're told the hallucinations
led to the very accusations
that would eventually damn
the poor sisters of Salem.
Old women and young girls
possessed by an evil-spirit-world.
Folk had to burn, had to hang
that which they did not understand.
They'd to make scapegoats of them,
the poor sisters of Salem.
Hang, hang, hang,
the witches of Salem.
Hang, hang, hang,
the witches of Salem.
BANGKOK-LADY
For his Thai-meal the man had paid,
yet for dessert he wanted the maid.
"Be my blossomy-beauty" he thought,
"oh be my Bangkok Babe.
Let's get down to real-business.
Let us do a bit more trade."
Be my blossomy-beauty he thought,
oh be my Bangkok Babe.
"On the canal we can boat,
listen to the wild-birds of note,
lying in each other's arms
as through a Siamese-dream we float."
Yes for his Thai-meal the man had paid,
yet for dessert he wanted the maid.
"Be my blossomy-beauty" he thought.
She left him in the shade.
HABIT-WILL-NOT-KICK-THE-
IDLE-BROWN-HORSE-RIDERS
The guy calls it 'Horse',
his girl calls it 'Brown'.
It bucks them both up
but it also brings them down.
Their habit they won't kick.
Find it kicks them to the ground
under which the pair will lie
who to pale-faced death are bound.
A hammock swings 'tween two palms
where she lies here in my arms.
The sun and moon won't sit together
and sure to change is the weather;
though the moment has its charms
as my girl sings "Fireflies forever".
THE-GHOSTLY-NEWGATE-GALLOWS
Now Fetter Lane
was a shadowy house-chain
and-a-radical-hotbed;
while The Tyburn Tree
saw swing free
rebel-spirits of the-newly-dead.
SALEM'S-SORRY-SISTERS
They say that moldy bread
put the visions in their heads.
We're told the hallucinations
led to the very accusations
that would eventually damn
the poor sisters of Salem.
Old women and young girls
possessed by an evil-spirit-world.
Folk had to burn, had to hang
that which they did not understand.
They'd to make scapegoats of them,
the poor sisters of Salem.
Hang, hang, hang,
the witches of Salem.
Hang, hang, hang,
the witches of Salem.
BANGKOK-LADY
For his Thai-meal the man had paid,
yet for dessert he wanted the maid.
"Be my blossomy-beauty" he thought,
"oh be my Bangkok Babe.
Let's get down to real-business.
Let us do a bit more trade."
Be my blossomy-beauty he thought,
oh be my Bangkok Babe.
"On the canal we can boat,
listen to the wild-birds of note,
lying in each other's arms
as through a Siamese-dream we float."
Yes for his Thai-meal the man had paid,
yet for dessert he wanted the maid.
"Be my blossomy-beauty" he thought.
She left him in the shade.
HABIT-WILL-NOT-KICK-THE-
IDLE-BROWN-HORSE-RIDERS
The guy calls it 'Horse',
his girl calls it 'Brown'.
It bucks them both up
but it also brings them down.
Their habit they won't kick.
Find it kicks them to the ground
under which the pair will lie
who to pale-faced death are bound.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
from PATTAYA TRADER 118 (B)
YES-A-BAD-GIRL-FEELS-GOOD-
WILL-YOU-FIND
The man can't take her anywhere,
but he takes her everywhere all-the-same.
Whenever he does anything wrong
it is always poor-he shall get the blame.
God, how she loves to hate him.
The girl feels good to be bad find.
No her man will never up-and-win.
Yes you've to be cruel to be kind.
YES-THE-GLITTERING-SHOWBIZ-
BOYS-GET-THE-GIRLS
He hears the cries, hears the squeals -
while roll the band's limousine wheels -
of the fans at the car-window.
"Hey, you see the cute-singer?
Well he's a dead-ringer
for a guy that I used to know !!"
Yes the band's surely made it big
but he remembers at every gig
that it is all very much a show.
THE-DREAM-SONG-PEDDLER-
IS-THE-GUY
The guy is like a pusher
peddling his sweet-dreams
as he hands out his lyrics
to the passing blue teens.
Now he is strumming
on an acoustic-guitar.
Now he is singing,
but sure not yet a star.
Now he is cycling
back up to his room
while he is whistling
one of his own tunes.
A-COFFIN-SHIP'S-DEAD-
PIRATE-CREW-YOU'LL-FIND
It's a pirate's Yo-ho-ho-ho
on a wide-sea-of-unrest.
There is a skeleton-crew.
One only in boots, one only in his vest,
one-hung-over-the-crow's-nest.
The ship's a dead man's chest.
YES-A-NIGHT-DARK-SWAN-LADY-
MINE-TRULY-IS
My lady swan hides from the morn's light.
When the sun rises up she takes flight.
Black swan, black swan, dark as the night
I sure did not come to touch skin-white.
A-FAST-FORWARD-LOVER'S-LINES
Romance at short notice,
love at first sight.
I'm a quickie-glance-romantic, girl,
for love is sheer delight.
A-PEN-SWORD'S-NOW-PERSONALLY-
LIBERATING-LETTERS
Tired of just hanging around
the guy picks up his guitar. It's a weapon of sound.
Tired of just hanging around
I pick up my pen. It's now a sword, I'll be bound.
WILL-YOU-FIND
The man can't take her anywhere,
but he takes her everywhere all-the-same.
Whenever he does anything wrong
it is always poor-he shall get the blame.
God, how she loves to hate him.
The girl feels good to be bad find.
No her man will never up-and-win.
Yes you've to be cruel to be kind.
YES-THE-GLITTERING-SHOWBIZ-
BOYS-GET-THE-GIRLS
He hears the cries, hears the squeals -
while roll the band's limousine wheels -
of the fans at the car-window.
"Hey, you see the cute-singer?
Well he's a dead-ringer
for a guy that I used to know !!"
Yes the band's surely made it big
but he remembers at every gig
that it is all very much a show.
THE-DREAM-SONG-PEDDLER-
IS-THE-GUY
The guy is like a pusher
peddling his sweet-dreams
as he hands out his lyrics
to the passing blue teens.
Now he is strumming
on an acoustic-guitar.
Now he is singing,
but sure not yet a star.
Now he is cycling
back up to his room
while he is whistling
one of his own tunes.
A-COFFIN-SHIP'S-DEAD-
PIRATE-CREW-YOU'LL-FIND
It's a pirate's Yo-ho-ho-ho
on a wide-sea-of-unrest.
There is a skeleton-crew.
One only in boots, one only in his vest,
one-hung-over-the-crow's-nest.
The ship's a dead man's chest.
YES-A-NIGHT-DARK-SWAN-LADY-
MINE-TRULY-IS
My lady swan hides from the morn's light.
When the sun rises up she takes flight.
Black swan, black swan, dark as the night
I sure did not come to touch skin-white.
A-FAST-FORWARD-LOVER'S-LINES
Romance at short notice,
love at first sight.
I'm a quickie-glance-romantic, girl,
for love is sheer delight.
A-PEN-SWORD'S-NOW-PERSONALLY-
LIBERATING-LETTERS
Tired of just hanging around
the guy picks up his guitar. It's a weapon of sound.
Tired of just hanging around
I pick up my pen. It's now a sword, I'll be bound.
from PATTAYA TRADER 118 (A)
THE-SEASIDE-SMUGGLER-AND-
A-HIGHROAD-THIEF
A Saltburn smuggler-king
and a London highwayman.
In York's castle-prison
the two of them would land.
Andrew was pardoned, Turpin had to hang.
Gets even the law with uneven hand.
IT-IS-A-TROPICAL-PARADISE-PAIR
She's one-thousand-and-one-delights,
brings a touch of Arabia to our nights.
She is, too, my Kama Sutra queen,
my Girl Friday, in an island dream.
No Lilith of the Jewish folklore.
English Adam, Thai Eve, Siamese shore.
GIDDY-UP-A-VERY-PRETTY-GODIVA
The so pretty Lady Godiva.
They call her a goddess, they call her a diva.
She brushes back her very long hair tempestuously.
Now he's a bloody-believer !!
IT'S-A-GIRL'S-GIFT-FROM-
OLD-GRIMALDI
Hiding behind her laughter
she paints on her clown's face.
The spectacle is menacing
when she does the Grimaldi grimace.
Far too much make-up.
The girl wears it like a mask.
Her world is a ring-circus.
Her life a fool-long task.
UP A MORN
Up in the morning
with the sun but the blues.
A worn out look,
a pair of old shoes.
Off to buy a paper
that can only carry bad news.
IT'S-BACK-OUT-BY-NIGHTFALL-
FOR-THE-INFAMOUS-PINT-BEER-
LIFTING-PAIR-FIND
Waster and his woman were back on the town.
They were pissing it up, they were drinking it down.
When they awoke the next day in bed
"Where-did-the-money-all-go?" Waster said.
His woman turned-to-him-and-then-replied
"You know Waster that I've got my pride.
If we are not back on the town tonight
folk will think us both far too tight !!"
A-HIGHROAD-THIEF
A Saltburn smuggler-king
and a London highwayman.
In York's castle-prison
the two of them would land.
Andrew was pardoned, Turpin had to hang.
Gets even the law with uneven hand.
IT-IS-A-TROPICAL-PARADISE-PAIR
She's one-thousand-and-one-delights,
brings a touch of Arabia to our nights.
She is, too, my Kama Sutra queen,
my Girl Friday, in an island dream.
No Lilith of the Jewish folklore.
English Adam, Thai Eve, Siamese shore.
GIDDY-UP-A-VERY-PRETTY-GODIVA
The so pretty Lady Godiva.
They call her a goddess, they call her a diva.
She brushes back her very long hair tempestuously.
Now he's a bloody-believer !!
IT'S-A-GIRL'S-GIFT-FROM-
OLD-GRIMALDI
Hiding behind her laughter
she paints on her clown's face.
The spectacle is menacing
when she does the Grimaldi grimace.
Far too much make-up.
The girl wears it like a mask.
Her world is a ring-circus.
Her life a fool-long task.
UP A MORN
Up in the morning
with the sun but the blues.
A worn out look,
a pair of old shoes.
Off to buy a paper
that can only carry bad news.
IT'S-BACK-OUT-BY-NIGHTFALL-
FOR-THE-INFAMOUS-PINT-BEER-
LIFTING-PAIR-FIND
Waster and his woman were back on the town.
They were pissing it up, they were drinking it down.
When they awoke the next day in bed
"Where-did-the-money-all-go?" Waster said.
His woman turned-to-him-and-then-replied
"You know Waster that I've got my pride.
If we are not back on the town tonight
folk will think us both far too tight !!"
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