for PATTAYA TRADER 145 (C)

A SACRED  SEX?
Was the Magdalene
a sacred-whore?
Was she a priestess
at the temple door?
Might the words "Come-in"
have been mantric?
And could the sex
have been tantric?

THE-WORM-THAT'S-INSIDE-
THE-HEART'S-DYING-ROSE
Wrapped within a rose
the Blakean-type-worm
eats away at your heart.
Cruel-jealousy is the germ.

Yes cruel-jealousy's the germ
that eats away within.
Find it grows fatter girl
while you are fast-fading.

THE-WOLF-MYTH-OF-ROMA?
Raised by a she-wolf
were Romulus and Remus;
the she-wolf a 'lady of amor'?
The twins founded Roma, legend tells us.
Go read Roma backwards and find
Rome was created by a whore?!

THE-COSMIC-CHORDS
He charmed the gods
with his lyre.
He charmed the Earth
in her green attire.

He charmed the divines.
He charmed Nature.
Upper and Underworld
Orpheus set afire.

correction:

Loud with laughter :  THE-COCKNEY-AUNT'S etc

for PATTAYA TRADER 145 (B)

SAX AGE
The young black saxaphonist
has got her swinging so.
She's the ageing white woman
and he's her gigolo.

Lift that sax young-guy
and blow, blow, blow.
She's the ageing white woman
and he's her gigolo.
Black-and-white," hear her say,
"becomes a lady who's going grey."

A DIETRICH DITTY
Sell me a Shanghai Lil.
Sell me a Marlene.
Sell me a Blue Angel.
I'll buy a cool screen queen.

Yes sell me a Shanghai Lil.
Sell me a Marlene.
Sell me a Blue Angel.
I'll buy a hot heady dream.

I'LL-CALL-YOU-VERY-
CRUEL-DEVIL
I want one-hundred-and-one answers
in this questionnaire-to-fill.
You see black-spots where are white-spaces.
You try on various puppydog faces
but I'm not licked Cruella Deville.
I want one-hundred-and-one answers.
Girl, I am ever given nil.
There's many ways to skin a cat
who has nine lives in one. In fact
I'm not so cruel you devil.

THE-COCKNEY-AUNT'S-
PORK-PIE-HAT
I'd a Londoner-aunt through marriage,
born within the sound of Bow Bells.
That's how you tell a Cockney.
Yes that's how a Cockney you tell.
She'd ring out with loud laughter.
With loud laughter she'd ring out.
Hers was the sense of humour
that Tony Hancock's was all about.

for PATTAYA TRADER 145 (A)

IT-IS-A-HARI-KARI-BEAUTY'S-
HEARTBREAK-YES
Cio-Cio-San;
a butterfly-madam.
On painted wings you glide,
then down into death you slide.
Pinkerton is not the man
for whom to commit suicide.

YES-WILD-WEST-KITTY'S-
LONESOME-DEADWOOD-GRAVE
Kitty Le Roy met her end
at the Lone Star Saloon.
In bed with a 'friend'
she danced to his tune.
Sam Hurley, gun in hand,
crept into the room.

Kitty the jig-dancer
was a well-known whore.
Sam, her furious romancer,
left two bodies on the floor.
Jealousy creeps like a cancer
whether sex is free or paid-for.

ZOLA'S NANA
In a bordello very Parisian
Nana dresses as a man
and on her colleagues spies.
Nana with alluring smiles.
Nana whom a client beguiles.
Nana with the snow-white thighs.
Nana with the icy-heart
and who leaves a taste that's tart.

FANNY-FUN
Fanny Hill
or Venus Mound?
Fanny By Gaslight?
I have found
Fanny by starlight
to be more sound.

VICTORIOUS VERONICA?
Veronica Guerin,
she went all-out to win
with her sure-fire journalism.
Against the drug-gang-jism -
shot dead on a Dublin street -
might martyrdom rise-over-cruel-defeat?

DRINK-AND-DRUGS
Drunkards don't die
as young as do drug addicts.
If you want to age quick
then the former's your fix.

correction:

SKYRAIL-TRAIN-TO-SURAWONG













































































S

for PATTAYA TRADER 144 (E)

SKYRAIL-TRAIN-TO-SUWONG
I am in Bangkok
and not Hong Kong,
though folk back home
often get it wrong.
I board the skytrain
that heads for Suwong.

I am on Thai soil
and not part-of-China.
I'm by Siam Square.
I have a visa
and a round-trip ticket.
I'm a verse-poet and teacher.

Ys I'm in Bangkok
and not Hong Kong.
I'm on the skytrain
as it flies along
above the vast city
with its fans and gongs.

for PATTAYA TRADER 144 (D)

A-POET'S-TRANSPARENCY
He's the spider in the corner,
the fly on the far wall.
He clearly observes, overhears.
He sees through one and all.
Listen to his transparent poems,
food for thought find they recall.

DEALING-WITH-THE-UNDERHANDED-
DELUSION-MISS-DICKINSON?
By sleight of the poet's hand, dear Emily,
perhaps the greater truth do we get to see.

for PATTAYA TRADER 144 (E)

A SORCERY SAUCE
Of all the sauce, the sauce !
Oh of all the Chaucer !
He was a poet-king, of course.
You could have been his sorcerer,
or rather his sorceress.
Of all the sauce ! Quick, undress !

TURNING-HIS-HANDS-TO-
DIRTY-BUSINESS-AND-TO-
BEERY-DRINK
His right-hand is called Andrew,
or even Andy for short.
Sure is handy having Andrew
who's a wanker of a sort.
His left-hand is called Felix,
or even Feely for short.
On the bottoms of young-ladies
Often Felix has been caught.
And the guy himself is touchy;
touchy, Feely and Andy.
Andy pours beer, Feely lemonade,
for their person Twisthand Shandy.

Correction:

'the invisible musicians' sweet-instuments.' ends
IT'S-THE-NO-MORE-HEARD-
HEART-MUSIC

for PATTAYA TRADER 144 (D)

SWAN-ON-IN-SILENCE-
DO-LADDA
Farewell Da, our moment's sure gone.
Ah be as the swimming-white-mute-swan
though you're brown as is the cool-fish-pond
the rust-red sun now descends upon.
Farewell Da, our moment's sure done.
Legs slender like swans' necks;  move on.

IT'S-THE-NO-MORE-HEARD
HEART-MUSIC
We no longer hear the music.
No more the sound of violins.
You and I are no longer bows
on each other's heart-strings.
Oh pretty-girl, our new selves prevent
the invisible musicians' instruments.

Correction:

IT-SURE-IS-A-LOT-OF-MONEY-
DOWN-THE-LAVATORY-TUBE-
YOU-RIGHT-CHARLIE

or PATTAYA TRADER 144 (C)

IT-SURE-IS-A-LOT-OF-LOST-MONEY-
DOWN-THE-LAVATORY-TUBE-CHARLIE
Champagne-Charlie placed a big-bet
at Redcar Races. A horse named No Sweat.
Hooray-Henry laid down his money
on a working girl nicknamed Brown Honey.
Charlie went and lost his bet.
Henry came up all flushed and wet !

BIG-AND-BUSTY-BELLE-WEARS-NO-DRAWS !
Big-chest without drawers for sale.
Now there's a tale, oh there's a tale.
The telephone number contacts Soho.
Ring up first and then round go
(meet the girl with a lot to show).
Not every man is very alert
to what she means in her advert.
The girl gives French-Lessons as well.
Yes ring first and ask for big-Belle.

for PATTAYA TRADER 144 (B)

YES-LONDON'S-SWING-ALONG-CITY
When actress Eleanor Bron
talked with the Beatle John
way into the late-bar's night.
When the big-party was on
for many of the 60s young
under London City's bright-lights.
When Peter Cook, the Goons, Ken Dodd
gave a nudge, a wink and a nod,
the place was swinging all right.

for PATTAYA TRADER 144 (A)

A-WRONG-WRITER-FOR-SAINTLINESS-
YOU-WILL-FIND
Jean Genet hoped to be a saint
though of the criminal class.
If there's a classy kind of criminal
maybe that was he, but let sainthood by-pass.

THE-NAUGHTY-NIN-TIE-UP
Anais Nin.
Erotic writing.
So sexy thing
or wishful thinking?

for PATTAYA TRADER 143 (D)

PAUL-HOGAN-HAMMERS-NAIL-
WITH-SUDDEN-RECOGNITION
Out on the Brown Ale
was Newcastle's Jimmy Nail
who was seeing Blue Stars.
It was then he saw red
when he was hit on the head
in one of the city's posh-bars.
"Am a-gonna get you
with my crocodile shoe
aimed right at your jacksy !"
"Hey, hey pal, it's me,
Aussie's Crocodile Dundee,
it was only a slight pat, see?"

QUICKIE-POET-CUTLER-PIECE
'Truthful if nothing else,'
so you wrote of my verse.
Ah Mr Ivor Cutler,
without truth can anything be worse?

BOUNCY-COOPER-BREAKFAST-
LINES-FIND
John Cooper-Clarke
Bob Dylan caricature,
or Jeremy-the-Sugar-Puffs-bear?
"The guy's sold out for sure,"
said the first thought in my head -
and fans of punk-poetry -
when with the Honey-Monster
Johnny appeared on tv.
Never mind, he'll bounce back,
if-only-with-another-golden-honey-snack !

for PATTAYA TRADER 143 (C)

RODDERS
I've a friend named Sarah
who worked on a ship at sea.
She met the singer Rod Stewart
when he was footloose-and-fancy-free.
On that non-Atlantic-crossing
it was to her he said
"Blondes have more fun,"
where he lay upon his bed.
Now my friend named Sarah,
she was a blonde masseuse.
"Baby you've got hot-legs.
Glad I took this very-cruise.
Do ya think I'm sexy?
I know I am getting on,
but I can wield a mike
just ask my old pal Ron.
Yes I can wield a mike,
no not over is my day.
I'm still a kinda schoolkid,
ask that old bird Maggie May !"

WAXING-LYRICAL-MARIE?
"Let them eat bread."
She got no applause.
Off came the girl's head.
She's now in Tussaud's
(who'd been Lady-in-Waiting
and later made death-masks).
Am I wrong in stating
Marie was always wax?

A-DEMONIC-GUILES
In the army of Joan-of-Arc
he led soldiers on the march.
But they served no holy lord
for he loved to wield his sword.
Over tortured bodies he smiled,
the cruel, the wicked, lustful De Guiles.
Children begging at his home
were just stripped to the bone.
On flesh and blood and pain he'd feast.
Showed no mercy this hellish-beast.
A priest his king's company may bless,
though who's he to bestow holiness?

for PATTAYA TRADER 143 (B)

THE-THORN-THRUSH
She picked the berries
of the bramble bush
when sang out loud
a song-thrush
as if to say
"Stop right there.
Don't pick so fast
and of thorns beware."

Looking at her hands
with their purple stain
she said "They bleed
but they bleed in vain.
I have a bagful
and that will do,
though my hands
are a reddish-blue."

You've been pricked
by a bramble-thorn
and your royal blood
is being pourn
I joked - like a jester
with his queen -
as the sun's last rays
began to stream.

Yes I joked -  like a jester
with his queen -
as the sun's last rays
began to stream,
then we made our way
back to the town
that sat on the hill
like a heavy crown.

for PATTAYA TRADER 143 (A)

YES-IT'S-NOT-JUST-JOSEPHINE-
OCCUPIES-EMPEROR-NAPOLEON-
YOU'LL-FIND
Occupied with thoughts of occupation,
with his back to her stands Napoleon.
She tries to gain his attention.
Lo, it is not to be done.
He is far too busy Josephine.
How many times have her ears rung
with these words of her emperor,
the earthly all-poweful one:
"No not tonight my dear Josephine.
No my dear Josephine not tonight.
I have that much upon my mind.
I bid you a very good night."
There's many a woman gets in a rage
out her own sheer jealousy
of that which fills her man's mind
if it's anything other than damn she.
So emperors launch your warships,
send your soldiers to sea.
But sail with them sure do
or stay and face a lover's fury.

A RAILWAY-ROMANCE
It's a swift, if long, journey.
We will soon be there.
Wave goodbye to the station
and the home of Paddington Bear.
The sun peers through the window
with its golden-eyed stare
dazzled by the girl
with the equally golden hair.
Crosing the Thames Valley -
as in the age-of-steam -
we're like travelling gypsies
in a caravan all a-gleam
as we venture just like the river
and on to Land's End stream
now the train's bolted the station
like a carriage-and-horse-team.
From Paddington to Penzance,
we're on a journey of romance.

YES-FLAUBERT'S-GREEN-PARROTY-GIRL-
FIND
Girl, you are shattering my nut.
Why not try keep your beak shut?
You are wisecrack-squawking,
your parrot-green eyes are gawking
and your ruffled-feathers stay out-put !

IT-WAS-THE-PEACOCK-AND-
RAINBOW-PAINTED-PRINCESS
The man was a painter
and she a princess who
had him paint her body
like some folk wear tatoos.
He found her extravagant,
she found him expensive,
and when she asked why
he replied most pensive
"It's the people's taxes
pay for your colourful style.
You're a peacock, a rainbow.
I'm returner of the money-pile.
I come to you like a lover.
Your very body I caress
with the tips of my brushes
yet I bring a little happiness
and paint smiles on the faces
of the folk whose money I redress."

for PATTAYA TRADER 142 (B)

YES-THE-REALLY-COMICAL-
COUPLE'S-HORSE-PLAY-ANTICS
The theatre asked for a pantomime-horse
but they got a pantomime-pony.
Up-front was big-mouthed Bill,
at the rear was bottom-out Tony.
Tony's sure known to bottom out
when it comes down to the grand-idea,
while big-mouth-Bill talks with a shout
except when it comes to his round for beer.
Yes the theatre asked for a pantomime-horse
but they got a pantomime-pony.
A pair of midgets who are, of couse,
up-front Bill and bottom-out Tony.

for PATTAYA TRADER 142 (A)

BE-SURE-TO-CAST-MY-ASHES-
TO-THE-BREEZE-THEN-BLOWING
You can dance on my grave
when I am gone,
when I'm deathly cold
as the wintry pond
that is now a mirror
for the preening-swan.
You can dance on my grave,
I will not be there.
I've asked that my ashes
dance in the windy air.

DOCKSIDE-SIREN
His name was Tommy Taylor.
He went to sea as a sailor.
"Hi, they call me Joy.
I just love a sailor-boy,"
sang out a husky-voice.
Since he was hard-up for choice
they fumbled in the dark,
a right old Navy lark.
If the pair had been spied
Tommy Taylor should have died.
You guessed it all along,
no girl had sung the song !

A-ROSE-ROUNDED-DOOR
I'm not for settling down.
Did that when much too young.
I want to get about
and have singular fun.
Won't be glib with you.
I will not be obscure.
I don't want a cottage
with roses round the door
(until I reach the age
of the Beatles 'Sixty-four').


 A-SANDSHIFT-SAMUEL
There on the shifting sand
ancient Samuel makes his home.
Like a biblical prophet,
he squats down by the foam.
Tangled as seaweed his long-hair,
only the beach does he comb.

I'LL BE BEGGARED
There are beggars everywhere
and do I have the money to spare?
Were I to give to everyone
a beggar myself I might become !

A-SURE-SHOOTING-CALAMITY
She's a Crackshot Annie
and a Calamity Jane.
But I'm not talking bullets.
I'm talking about cocaine.
Speak of the Wild West
and I'll give you a name:
Calamity Jane, Calamity Jane.

Now what's the girl up to?
What's that in her vein?
Want to be a Wild West hero?
Then just battle with the pain
and throw away the needle
Calamity Jane, Calamity Jane.

NOISOME-NEWGATE-NUISANCES
You could bribe the prison-guard
to make your last hours less hard.
He'd bring you a mug of beer.
This you could down
in the hope that you'd drown
the haunting feeling of fear,
where the shadows stood tall
over one and all,
the gallows just beyond
their very last nightfall.

There'd be dancing and singing,
and to prison-bars clinging,
lost on the drunken regaling
or the banging of a head
on the prison-wall instead
or the lying-down-low and wailing,
where the shadows stood tall
over one and all,
the gallows just beyond
their very last nightfall.

But the gentry would voice
they were sick of the noise
that came from this beggarly lot.
Only happy that the din
would end with the swing
that followed the hangman's knot,
where the gallows stood tall
over one and all
and the shadows vanished
with the crimson morning's call.

A-TROLL-GUARDED-TREASURE
Here on these hills
don't you go loll
and make an enemy
of the hillside troll.
A witch or a warlock
can make it clear:
put a spell on yourself
and disappear.
There are giant trolls
and there are pygmy-sized.
Now you've their measure
let it be no surprise
that they guard a treasure
that dazzles the eyes.
What the treasure
you may very-well ask.
The sun is the gold
in which they bask.
Emeralds the leaves
of grass and trees.
Rubies the red-berries
about such hills as these;
yes rubies the wild-berries
around such hills as these.

for PATTAYA TR|ADER 141 (C)

TIMELY-FREE-LOVE-FIND
When Rebecca West met H.G. Wells
the latter had long before heard wedding bells.
Yet free love was in lovely Rebecca's air
and H.G. - though married - was breathing there.
How novel, how novel, his time-machine.
It might have taken them back to what could have been.
But what could have been sure was to be.
Never mind the wife, for love was free !

THE-REALLY-NASTY-NARCOTIC-
HABIT
You are a Faustian Mephistopheles.
A servant of the Lord of the Flies no less.
And you are a purely evil disease.
You are a contact for soul-selling contractees.
Each poor man an island of self-savageries
when the habit brings him to his very knees
and he pines for the cruel needle-point's firm press.