for PATTAYA TRADER 138 (A)

AN-ANGLER
I cast before you my verse-lines
because I've got lots of things to say.
Views from-various-angles find.
I will cast the-very-big-one-some-day  !

A-REAL-VOLCANIC-
WOMAN-VERSE
Under the Volcano,
it's a novel I say,
while a television comedy
was Up Pompeii.
Above or below,
up or even under,
should I seek erruptions
lady I've sure your number !

YES-A-PEN-SWORD'S-
DOUBLE-EDGE
I cut this way, I cut  that way, oh-Lord !
I just slice with-a-double-edged-sword.

THE-BARD-BILLY'S-NOW-
DOWNRIGHT-PRETTY-PLAYS
Willy-Shakespeare an upstart crow?
More like a cock putting-on a pretty-show !

A-FADED-ROSE-FLOWER-
VOICE-OF-FRANCE-NOW
Live the Rose, Pief.
Live the Rose !
The-blind-to-beauty
and-to-sound-the-deaf,
let-us-pity-those.

A-MINISTER'S-CONTROVERSIAL-
VERBAL-INTERCOURSE-WITH-
HIS-SHADY-MISTRESS
"Ah yes the Profumo Affair,
the scandal lingered in the air
like perfume or the smell of Pimms,
the cover-up a very flimsy-thing
like lingerie you now discard
and hang on a peg called Ward."

for PATTAYA TRADER 137 (D)

TIDES-AND-TIMES
Dylan Thomas sang, he said,
in his chains like-the-sea.
Don't we come-in-and-out-go,
at times high, at times low,
changing in our chains as does she?

URANUS
Spirit of wisdom upon the water
carried by air-sign Aquarius?
I look to a new-golden-age
and yet I find before us
those who would only let pass
a stinky-stifling-kind of gas !

THE-DYNAMIC-DANCE-
OF-SHIVA
Shiva does the cosmic-dance
and Pythagoras's surely-good-ears
receive the sounds of tapping-feet
and lo ! it is his music of the spheres.

THE MAN'S P. O. MESSAGE
The 'Post-Office' poet's now left his stamp,
not being a one for pigeon-holes.
Read by daylight or nighttime-lamp.
Laugh at the novel's uniformity of roles.

JESTER-DAY
Laugh buffoon; laugh out jester.
All your fears you would drown in tears
now belong to yester.

correction:

NO-ZODIAC-SIGN-READER-CURE

for PATTAYA TRADER 137 (C)

NO-ZODIAC-READER-CURE
Looking at the stars for far-too-long
you spy potatoes walking on the moon.
Your girlfriend the so-pale-ghost
says the-men-in-white-coats will take you soon,
while all my pals the fairy-folk
tell me you are obviously a loon
and that next-door's pet dragon
runs wild at the sounds from your room.
Pick-up your daily newspaper now
and go read your horoscope:
'He who spies potatoes walking on the moon
is beyond all help but beyond all hope' !

SMELLING PISTAKES
Spelling mistakes?
Ah my words I'd chance
even with errors in my verse.
It's surely not ignorance !

A COSMIC CRUSADER
The Way of the Warrior
is found to be your credo.
You're a samurai for sure,
pertaining to the bushido.
But only in the Trantic-field.
A swordsman with a higher wield.

INSIGHT
Look-to-the-oracle-within.
Read-there-your-own-I-Ching
through-your-third-eye-now-opening.
Find-it's-yourself-who's-answering.

for PATTAYA TRADER 137 (B)

SLEEPLESS-OVERWORKED-
POOR-MAN'S-VENGEAFUL-
MORNING-PRAYER
"Now breaks the dawn
and don't I know it !
The colourful cock
is about to crow it !
Later, in the coop -
fed on corn and crumbs -
he'll strut around so-proud,
lord of the  chicken-run.
And there in his harem,
the choice of any she,
I'd cock-a-doodle-doo
had I plenty as he !
No work to do
other than praise the sun
and grow fat on pleasure.
Just wait till Christmas comes !"

YES-COMEDIAN-TOMMY-
KNOCKED-DOWN-AND-OUT-
POOR-BOXER-HENRY-COOPER
Henry told him "Don't like your fez."
Tommy replied "Don't care what you sez."
But then he knockrd Henry down-flat.
One Cooper gone-out. Just like that !

A-TIMELESS-TEEN-PIECE-
OF-WORK
A Clockwork-Orange?
It's real horrorshow.
Anthony Burgess?
The author, don't y'know.
His-time-was-fruitious
and-the-novel-very-delicious !

ON-THE-MASTER-AND-
MARGARITA
By the feet of the Master
was placed a Margarita.
"The taste of you," he said
"I've got no thought sweeter.
But then this is Russia
and I'm a devil for pure-Vodka !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 137 (A)

THE-PROSPEROUS-PROSPERO'S-
SO-DREAMY-DAUGHTER
Wizard on an island,
Prospero the island-man;
along with Ariel the fairy
and monstrous Caliban.
Miranda, ah Miranda,
daughter of Prospero;
such stuff as dreams are made of:
your father tells us so.

IT'S-NOT-EVEN-ANGELS-
FEEL-FIT-TO-GO-TO-HIGHER-HEAVEN
The nuns borded the plane like penguins
on their way to Rome's much warmer clime.
Black-and-white-robed this flock of virgins
there above the clouds, in the sunshine,
far-nearer to heaven than earthly-things.
Then came a turbulence, now shudderings.
They prayed like hell. Not yet ready for angel-wings !

NO-BALDERDASH-WAS-
ARNOLD'S-SURE
Poet Arnold knew his Norse,
he climbed upon dead Balder's horse
and through-magic-trees-of-ash
the poet was then to dash,
and leave us with the verse-lines
that told of very-old Nordic times.

JOLLY-OLD-ROGER
"Aye lass,
got ye in me spyglass.
Yer beauty do-I-encompass.
I'm yer pistol and yer cutlass !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 136 (C)

YEATS-GAVE-THE-NUMBER-OF-
THE-BEAST-THE-TRULY-GOLD-BOOT
Next to Crowley in a pyramid-hat,
the poet Yeats closely sat
and gave a tired yawn
in the Temple of the Golden Dawn,
"Time to leave us Mr Beast."
It was upon hearing that
666 left. Find he went East.

THE-RUDE-MECHANIC-
WAS-BOTTOM
Ah Bottom, he of the mechanic-class,
was to amuse the Bard's fairy-queen.
Is not a bottom also an ass?
And as an ass was he not seen?
Every royal-court had its clown-fool,
ewven in a midsummer's-dream.
The mechanic was, too, his tool,
titillating Titania it would seem !

IT-IS-A-DRUNK-DIVER'S-MORNING-
AFTER-FIND
The Walking Street Blues Factory blues
after a night out on the booze?
And after a flippery diving in
(pertaining to your pink-dolphin)
with somebody soft-and-feminine
further setting your head aswim?
Then this verse-poem may not amuse !

TO-D.H.L.
Tom foolery
and Tom Thumb.
Tom tit, Tom cat
and tom-tom drum.
John Thomas
has just come.

POTTER-PLAY
Her breasts are Blue Remembered Hills.
Brimstone and Treacle leave a trail.
Bedevilled by the girl's Black Eyes
Singing Detectives are on her tail.

YES-A-LADY'S-CRUELLY-
CODED-MESSAGE
Mysterious as the Gaelic chapel,
this is what she thought he meant.
A priceless treasure it was,
the missive the girl was sent.
If only she knew in Old English
rose-lin's the spelling of horse-serpent !

BEASTLY-COLD-CAN-BE-
BRITAIN-YES
Pelican-crossings, zebra-crossings too;
you'd think that England was an open-zoo.
Especially when we're huddled-up together
in the brrrr... brass-monkey-weather !

for PATTAYA TRADER 136 (B)

A GREEN-NAMES-GAME-NO
Call him the Green Knight
or the wood's Green Man.
Call him Robin Goodfellow
or call him the man-god Bran.
Call him Lord of the May-Games;
after all, what's in a name?

A REAL-ROAD-TO-OZ
A yellowy-brick-road?
The ruby shoes?
An Emerald City?
Ah gold-and-jewels !

Brain and courage?
A human heart?
With all three
you've a rich-start !

A-BOG-KING-FROG-FAGIN-IS
Deep-down in London's Mudfog
Fagin never prince, ever frog,
pickpocketeer and foul-underdog,
utmost-greedy-king of the bog.

POOK-HILL-PUCK-WHY-YES
Pucker-lipped Puck atop your hill,
now you pout over the wand-waving-mite
who, painty-winged below your pinnacle
rises to make you look a fairy-fright !

YES-DIVINE-KALI'S-DARK-DEATH-DANCE-
BEHOLDS-HER-SO-DARING-
MALE-DECEIVER !
A girdle of heads she wears,
the dark goddess of death.
Ah yes the dance of doom is hers,
she'll surely drain the breath
of any-man whom in Kali does belive.
Of any-man who Kali would-dare-so-deceive.

for PATTAYA TRADER 136 (A)

LOVE'S-YOUNG-DREAM-
ISLAND-YES
She had a savage soul
and he a heathen heart,
for-each-their-eyes
the-other-idolized
and from the rest lived
as if love was apart.

YES-A-COMPOSITION-COMPETITOR
Through The Jungle Book you are journeying
as you've done many times before.
You're now The Man who would Be King
and not a small-boy any more.
Shaping-up to the authorship of Kipling
you observe only life's jungle law.

THE-OLDEST-PROFESSION-YOU'LL-FIND-
IN-PATTAYA'S-HOT-CITY-TOO-CHERI
From between the covers of a Colette
every foreign-young-man is a Cheri
whom the pretty-girls are out to get.
A den of sin Pattaya City?
Some will surely live to regret.
Some may die to be here yet !

for PATTAYA TRADER 135 (C)

IT'S-CLEARLY-NOT-SO-MAD-MONK-
RASPUTIN
Did his nose twitch,
and did his eyes gleam
when they fell upon
the country of Russia's queen?
Did his fingers itch,
and did his head dream
of being a royal, if black swan
midst the regal team?
Ah Grigori, how you rose
from your humble beginnings
to influence the State,
to influence Russia's queen-and-king.
Ah Rasputin, in monk's-cothes,
courtly-ladies were your winnings
and death by murder your fate;
poison, pistol-bullet or drowning?
Yet you'd spied - as through a glass -
all that was now coming to pass.

for PATTAYA TRADER 135 (B)

POETIC-CAPTAIN-AND-
PIRATICALLY-DANGEROUS-DEAD-
MAN'S-GHOST?
You may have deduced
that I am tall,
gray-blue eyed
and off-the-wall.
That in my humour
I can be dark
and that - of course -
I am Captain Mark.
You have got this
from my poetry alone.
I will sail now
or-cross-bones-with-Davy-Jones?!

UNDERLINING-POETRY-
TITLES-MINE
"With-often-very-long-titles
to shortish-verse-lines,
this uppity guy turns poems on their head
and damn-well undermines !"

INNUENDO
Guess I am a Silly-Billy-o
but you are no-friend-o.
Find that I tell you to go,
so up with-your-end-o !

THE-NOISOME-HUMAN-ZOO'S-
ATTENDANTS?
Ying said to Yan
"We are one yet two.
You're part of me
and I'm part of you.
I talk to myself
when I talk to you.
Let's make a third
who's noisy as a zoo."

MR-ARTY-FARTY-BOBBY-
SHILLINGS
There was once a mister
who thought himself smart.
He cut himself in two
while calling it art.
Folk said "Hey up Robert,
you're a two bob fart !"

FIND-IT'S-VERY-MALICIOUS-
GUYS-WHO-SHOULD-REALLY-
GO-AND-LAUGH-AT-THEMSELVES
You are malign with a cruel-hook
you use when heavily baiting.
Find I'm benign, with a lighter-look,
and very-self-deprecating !

for PATTAYA TRADER 135 (A)

YES-A-NIGHT-CLUB'S-
HOWLING-HOT-BEAUTIES
Rub-a-dub-scrub
after the Cyote-Club,
wash-off-the-dirty-sweat
with the bar-girl in your tub,
If this is lust, lust's sure the drug.
Pattaya is a howl? Yes, you bet !

YES-A-WELL-KNOWN-ACTOR-
IS-CURRENTLY-NEWS-NO-MORE
You are yesterday's news
and today's fish-and-chip wrapper.
You can go out on the booze
while looking all dapper;
get drunk and hang-loose
with a dirty old-slapper.
It's now the reporters' turn to act shy.
You chased the cameras when an unknown guy.

YES-A-REDDY-DOLPHIN'S-
LADY-RIDER-FIND
She calls it her pink-dolphin.
Her head is pretty much aswim.
It slides out, up-and-in.
She is so attached to him,
and he's sure-a-part of her lover.
Damn, what a fabulous diver !

IT-WAS-QUITE-THE-DREAMY-
STRANGE-POETIC-JUSTICE-OH-YES
First came the sun Verlaine,
but soon to follow was the rain,
The poet Rimbaud was so crass
as to wipe your poems on his ass.
The fired-gun was no fun-game.

Good and bad, the strange dreams come:
two lovers rolling together as one
upon the feathers, upon the stones;
upon rose-petals, upon cruel-thorns.
Two lizards on a rock in the sun.

for PATTAYA TRADER 134 (C)

TREASURED-NOT-IS-COOLED-
YOUNG-DRUNKEN-ISLAND-MAN
Yo ho ho ho, yo ho ho ho,
row rum-boy; rum-boy row.
'No-man-is-and-island'-a-poet's-writ,
till-company-says "Go drunkard, go !!"

BEDAZZLED
A wizard with the joky word
and a master of the comic look;
pure-genius could be seen and heard
when sat before famed Peter Cook !

A-SPACED-OUT, NO-PLACE, GO-GO-GIRL
You're surely a shamanic girl,
I see the way that you dance
as if to the beat of the bongos
while pretty much in a spirit-trance.
Yes you surely are shamanic,
can you hear your ancestors call?
You're dancing on the otherside.
This side is nowhere at all.

THE-SO-VERY-SHY-VIRGIN-
SURE-CAN'T-ASK-AS-TO-WHY
He is no Casanova,
He is no Valentino.
And no, no, no,
he is not a Romeo.
Virginally white as an albino
the boy is much-too-shy
even to ask-himself just "Why?" !

YES-THE-HOUDINI-FREED-
HIMSELF-FROM-WEDLOCK'S-CRUEL-FATE
He sure has to be a Houdini
to break free from his chains.
Yes he sure has to be a Houdini.
Why'd he ever go-to-such-pains
as to bind himself to one;
a light-headed-girl, pretty-heavy-bond !

for PATTAYA TRADER 134 (B)

FRANKENSTEIN'S-GHOST
I wrote you a poem
off the top-of-my-head
and away with you
my verse then sped
(my imagination ran away with you).
You didn't like poetry,
or so you had said.
What a monster this
to steal you from your bed,
take you where wild-flowers grew.
While birds in the trees
sang above your head
behind the verse-lines
you then read
with the morning shining through.
Now you are back,
very-safe in bed,
my poem in your hand -
though the phantom fled -
saying that you like poetry too.

A-VENUS-VIEWING-VOYAGER
I'm on a voyage-of-discovery.
The naked transit of Venus I don't overlook
as she stoops to lie very-close to me.
Call me Captain James, I'm starting-to-cook !

THE-HIGHROADSTER-TREADS-
THOUGHTFULLY-YOU-WILL-FIND
"I have no home, no castle,
though I dwell in a tower
of thought. Nature's my garden.
Come the gold-sun or silver-shower
more than enough's sure been my lot.
With a king's heavy crown burden me not.

for PATTAYA TRADER 134 (A)

TURNING-TURTLE
I'm of the opinion
of the-wise-old-race
who said that we travel
through the sea of space
on the back of a turtle.
Yes so very wise !
Don't we - in turn - carry it
when all our hopes capsize?

OUR-SHADOWY-WORLD'S-
LEGENDS-YES
Don't we know our legends well.
There is Robin Hood and William Tell.
There's Ned Kelly and Ben Hall.
Such as these sure stand so-tall
where larger shadows are seen to dwell.

LOTUS-GOLD'S-WISE-ONE
Bud, just bud, budding-beauty,
golden-lotus mid pink and blue.
Bud, just bud, for he the Buddha
gentle-flower wet with a dew
like joyous tears from houri eyes
who dance for one-so-greatly-wise.

A-SNOWY-WHITE-
ICY-HEARTED-QUEEN
Here comes the Snow-Queen.
She is a lovely-virgin-white
but with a heart of ice,
her sled pulled by a team
of dog-like men who -
desiring what they can't obtain
place about their necks the chain
that lust would bind-them-to.

A-MONIED-MOBSTER'S-MOLL
The girl is no China-doll,
more a hard-knock gangster's-moll
with a pistol in her stocking-top.
She's the type takes a ride
with charming devils, all called Clyde,
who don't know when to stop.
Poverty's not hers be it understood;
she was high-born with bad-blood.

COLD-HUSBAND'S-DEATH-
GRADUALLY-DAWNS-ON-
DRINK-IN-HAND-GIRL
She is having a stiff-one.
Yes she is having a stiff-gin.
If only on her honeymoon
rigor mortis had set in
a good time in the bedroom
might well have been had.
Now there's her husband
lying cold on a slab.
Drink-up, cheery-girl,
he's dead; find he's gone.
Like Jeffery Bernard
have more than "Just the one" !!

for PATTAYA TRADER 133 (C)

JUST-THE-CHANGELING-
CHILD
He ached to write poetry,
"For surely a poet I am.
I might be just a child
with a pen in his hand,
but words I can transform,
as a boy changes into a man."

THE-PIPE-DREAMING-MAN'S-
PUT-OUT-LADY-DANCER
With her dancing shoes
and a lovely voice to sing
she is very-alive, but damn;
her husband's so-tired from working.
Find he's such-a-pipe-and-slippers-man.

THE-POOR-TEEN-BUYS-INTO-
THE-TOPMOST-DREAMS
Found-reading, in her blue jeans,
rock-journals and music-magazines;
the girl is another one-of-the-teens
sold on super-rich spotlight-dreams;
for she is just a shop-girl
and not a Top-of-the-Pops girl.

for PATTAYA TRADER 133 (B)

HERE'S-TO-A-HOTEL-CHELSEA'S-
CHOSEN-FAMOUS-FEW
The Chelsea Hotel,
Cohen sure met Nico there.
They took the elevator
and climbed-up heaven's stairs.
Lenny didn't meet Dylan
for Thomas was long-before
with his pints and his poetry,
empty-bottles on the floor.
Cohen did meet Joplin
and put her in a song.
Wow, Nico and Janis;
like the hotel dead and gone.

GET-OUT-REAL-QUICK-YOU-
MIND-BLOWING-GIRL
When she and her partner come to blows
the girl inhales a powder-up-her-nose.
A damn-fast high? Get-off-on-speedy-toes !!

THE-WORDSMITH-WORDSWORTH
I hear the-poet-Wordsworth
was a guy-with-an-odd-gait
who skated like a poor cow.
Can't say I've seen a cow skate !

FAME-ABOVE-FORTUNE-IT-IS
She said "You have panache
even-if-strapped-for-cash,
and you are so-prolific.
Everybody has his price
yet you've told me more than twice -
and yes to be specific -
a poet is not worthy of the name
should he seek fortune over fame."

BROOKE-BATTLED-WITH-
CRUEL-WAR'S-DAMN-MISTAKE
Find he'd the handsome-look
of young war-poet Brooke,
and she was as pretty as the flower in her hair.
She might have been an island-girl
from the South Sea part of the world
and the bloody-war for peacetime mistook.

FLYING-IS-FISHY?
"Were men meant to fly
they'd have been born with wings."
So, were men meant to swim
they'd have been born with fins?

THE-WHISTLERING-WIND
Whistling down the ages -
like a wind through the pages
of a book on his work -
Whistler whistled down
as from a tower above a town
into the hardness of the earth.

for PATTAYA TRADER 133 (A)

CLERICAL-ERRORS?
Was there a Pope-Joan?
Was there a Joan-the-Pope?
A woman all alone
disguised-as-a-man-in-the-hope
her clerics could not see clear
and that she was pregnant with fear?

AN-OPEN-UP-EPIGRAM
Best to have a far-too-open-mind,
let your brain out your head fall,
than to have a mind so closed
there appears to be no brain at all !

DEATH-TO-THE-SOLITARY-
DRUMMER-WAS-FEMALE-SPY
Some call them secret agents.
Find some call them spies.
Every country has them.
Carve her name with pride.
There in the Nazi death-camps
Jews, gypsies and others fried
be they very-young or old.
Carve her name with pride.
March to the beat of one-drum
or kneel down side by side.
She knelt and she was shot.
Carve her name with pride.

TAKING-NOT-A-SECOND-LOOK-
AT-DEAR-MOTHER-NATURE
The animated 'Jimini Cricket'.
The literary 'Roebuck-in-the-thicket'.
We've many films, we've many books.
Who - at real nature - takes a further look?

AN-ACT-ALL-TOO-FAMILIAR-
FIND
Birds of a feather
flock together,
but opposites attract.
I sat across from a pretty-girl
and ached for the-familiar-act.

SEXY-SARTRE-PIECE
Simone-Beauvoir
was known as the Beaver.
Busy with a body of work
or-being-Jean-Paul's-receiver?

UNCERTAIN-TIMES-YES
Francis Bacon's New Atlantis?
The Utopia of Thomas More?
The only thing for certain is
that nobody's certain what's in store.