LAY-HEAD-YOURS-ACROSS-
SILVERY-GOLD-HEART-MINE-
OH-SO-VERY-DEAR-GIRL
'X' marks the very-spot
where lies the silver-and-gold.
My heart, girl, do I cross.
The pirate's map's unscrolled.
Upon my chest your head come to rest.
Yes lay your head on my treasure-chest.
MY-VOICING'S-VIEW
There is no-one ever honest.
There's nobody ever true.
There is no-one ever responsible
for anything that they ever do.
You know I am being honest.
You know I'm being very-true.
You know that I am responsible
for this verse-and-view.
Monday, February 27, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 157 (C)
THE-LOVELY-WARM-SHOWER-WOMAN-
SHALL-MY-BATHROBE-NEVER-WEAR
I don't wear pyjamas,
a bathrobe I do
when around the home.
I bought one for you.
Now I have found
you are spoken for.
You'll never use the towel
behind my shower door.
Never wear my robe
against your warm skin.
The warmth I get, girl,
from this showering.
THE-BOOBY-PRIZE-WINNER'S-
POEM-PERHAPS?
I like the way you laugh.
I like the way you smile.
Yet girl I am aware
that beauty can beguile.
What's behind the laugh?
What's behind the smile?
What's beneath the beauty
and the pretty-lady's style?
Were I to get under your skin,
what's the prize I might win?
THE-HEROIN-HABIT-NIGHTOWL
A wide-eyed guy
who's on a late-night prowl.
He seeks a drug-peddler
this kind of snowy owl.
YES-AFTER-HONOURING-A-DREAMY-
THAI-GIRL'S-DESIRE-FOR-A-
GENTLE-BODY-MASSAGE
I was to give a massage
to the massage-parlour girl
who lived next door to me
in Pattaya's fantasy world.
Yes I was to give a massage,
from her shoulders to her toes,
then shared the kind of evening
rarely a true-gentleman knows !
SHALL-MY-BATHROBE-NEVER-WEAR
I don't wear pyjamas,
a bathrobe I do
when around the home.
I bought one for you.
Now I have found
you are spoken for.
You'll never use the towel
behind my shower door.
Never wear my robe
against your warm skin.
The warmth I get, girl,
from this showering.
THE-BOOBY-PRIZE-WINNER'S-
POEM-PERHAPS?
I like the way you laugh.
I like the way you smile.
Yet girl I am aware
that beauty can beguile.
What's behind the laugh?
What's behind the smile?
What's beneath the beauty
and the pretty-lady's style?
Were I to get under your skin,
what's the prize I might win?
THE-HEROIN-HABIT-NIGHTOWL
A wide-eyed guy
who's on a late-night prowl.
He seeks a drug-peddler
this kind of snowy owl.
YES-AFTER-HONOURING-A-DREAMY-
THAI-GIRL'S-DESIRE-FOR-A-
GENTLE-BODY-MASSAGE
I was to give a massage
to the massage-parlour girl
who lived next door to me
in Pattaya's fantasy world.
Yes I was to give a massage,
from her shoulders to her toes,
then shared the kind of evening
rarely a true-gentleman knows !
Saturday, February 25, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 157 (B)
TOO-DAMN-HIGH-AND-
EVEN-OUT-OF-HAND
There are orange leaves
outside of my window.
The farmer, a Siamese,
has left a buffalo
among the many trees
where tall grasses grow
high above the knees.
The grass is levelled-low
by the horned beast.
Good to see, and know,
life has its levellers
and we reap what we sow.
TASTING-A-MARSHMALLOW
Upon my pillow
a chocolate marshmallow.
She is soft inside.
Windows the girl's eyes.
Through them deep-skies
where no clouds glide.
Body and mind so sweet,
a French-kissing treat.
My heart's-door opens-wide.
EVEN-OUT-OF-HAND
There are orange leaves
outside of my window.
The farmer, a Siamese,
has left a buffalo
among the many trees
where tall grasses grow
high above the knees.
The grass is levelled-low
by the horned beast.
Good to see, and know,
life has its levellers
and we reap what we sow.
TASTING-A-MARSHMALLOW
Upon my pillow
a chocolate marshmallow.
She is soft inside.
Windows the girl's eyes.
Through them deep-skies
where no clouds glide.
Body and mind so sweet,
a French-kissing treat.
My heart's-door opens-wide.
Friday, February 24, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 157 (A)
ADVENTURES-IN-VERSE-AND-
A-FAR-OFF-NATION
I worked at the Post Office
and for the Steel Company.
I worked down a deep-mine.
It's a teacher you now see.
A teacher and a verse-poet
and a sort of wandering-gypsy.
Are you a free spirit, girl?
Girl, are you a spirit free?
Then go and pack your bags
and come a-wandering with me.
Carlton, Saltburn, York, Pattaya,
Bangkok, Middlesbrough; homes-to-me.
Yes I have lived here and there,
and in a land across the sea.
A gypsy-girl looked in my eyes
when I was on my mother's knee.
She said "One day, dreamy-child,
a venturer, too, you shall be."
AN-UNIDENTIFIED-FLYING-
OBJECT-MADE-ME-GLOW
Orange-spheres in old Siam.
Here we'd call them UFOs.
Monks say they carry the gods.
I'm not much of a holy-Joe,
but journeying from Bangkok
I saw from the transit-bus
a sphere wind through the trees
and yet keep-up speed with us.
What it was I do not know.
Flew an orange-object. All aglow.
A FUNNY-OLD-BUNNY-
YOU-WILL-FIND
Germaine Greer -
as we can see -
has gone from 'equal'
to 'superiority'.
I'd not call the boast
of the old-girl PC.
She feels like a dog -
even a rabbit yet -
whenever a man should
dare to call her 'pet'?
A-FAR-OFF-NATION
I worked at the Post Office
and for the Steel Company.
I worked down a deep-mine.
It's a teacher you now see.
A teacher and a verse-poet
and a sort of wandering-gypsy.
Are you a free spirit, girl?
Girl, are you a spirit free?
Then go and pack your bags
and come a-wandering with me.
Carlton, Saltburn, York, Pattaya,
Bangkok, Middlesbrough; homes-to-me.
Yes I have lived here and there,
and in a land across the sea.
A gypsy-girl looked in my eyes
when I was on my mother's knee.
She said "One day, dreamy-child,
a venturer, too, you shall be."
AN-UNIDENTIFIED-FLYING-
OBJECT-MADE-ME-GLOW
Orange-spheres in old Siam.
Here we'd call them UFOs.
Monks say they carry the gods.
I'm not much of a holy-Joe,
but journeying from Bangkok
I saw from the transit-bus
a sphere wind through the trees
and yet keep-up speed with us.
What it was I do not know.
Flew an orange-object. All aglow.
A FUNNY-OLD-BUNNY-
YOU-WILL-FIND
Germaine Greer -
as we can see -
has gone from 'equal'
to 'superiority'.
I'd not call the boast
of the old-girl PC.
She feels like a dog -
even a rabbit yet -
whenever a man should
dare to call her 'pet'?
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 156 (H)
DAMNED-POLITICAL-MADNESS
Blacks and women
in politics are as bad
as is any white man.
They are all so-equally-sad.
They're all damn-power-mad !
NO-FLIES-ON-A-
FEMALE'S-TROUSERS?
Feminism gave-way to the Ladettes,
as to the former gave-way the Suffragettes.
With the ladies I do empathize,
and Thatcher who tried mens' trousers for size !
Blacks and women
in politics are as bad
as is any white man.
They are all so-equally-sad.
They're all damn-power-mad !
NO-FLIES-ON-A-
FEMALE'S-TROUSERS?
Feminism gave-way to the Ladettes,
as to the former gave-way the Suffragettes.
With the ladies I do empathize,
and Thatcher who tried mens' trousers for size !
for PATTAYA TRADER 156 (G)
INCURABLY-ROMANTIC
I bought the girl roses.
I bought her chocolates too.
The flowers were to fade,
the sweets turn to sticky-goo.
She didn't keep the date
because of teeming rain.
The girl forgot to phone.
With someone-else go try again.
A DULL-DINNER-DUO-NOT
I cooked a meal for two.
We sat down to dine.
I uncorked the bottle
and poured us some wine.
Her glass was half-empty.
My glass was half-full.
I drank hers, she drank mine.
Find the night sure wasn't dull !
I bought the girl roses.
I bought her chocolates too.
The flowers were to fade,
the sweets turn to sticky-goo.
She didn't keep the date
because of teeming rain.
The girl forgot to phone.
With someone-else go try again.
A DULL-DINNER-DUO-NOT
I cooked a meal for two.
We sat down to dine.
I uncorked the bottle
and poured us some wine.
Her glass was half-empty.
My glass was half-full.
I drank hers, she drank mine.
Find the night sure wasn't dull !
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 156 (F)
YES-UNDER-FINGERS-MINE-
MELT-DEAR-GIRL
Snowflakes and fingerprints.
Alike are not a two.
Snowflakes will melt on your body.
Will my fingers, girl, melt you?
Fingerprints are not alike.
Some say that is not true.
Snowflakes a-whiten the night.
My fingers, girl, now alight on you.
IN-THE-PALM-OF-YOUR-
VERY-PRETTY-HAND
Against my would-be rulers
I have to make a stand,
but, for one-night-only,
your wish is my command.
Girl I am all yours.
Do with me as you will.
Let your eyes eat your lover,
let your mouth drink its fill.
Yes against would-be rulers
I have to make a stand,
but, for one-night-only,
you've-got-me-in-your-hand.
MELT-DEAR-GIRL
Snowflakes and fingerprints.
Alike are not a two.
Snowflakes will melt on your body.
Will my fingers, girl, melt you?
Fingerprints are not alike.
Some say that is not true.
Snowflakes a-whiten the night.
My fingers, girl, now alight on you.
IN-THE-PALM-OF-YOUR-
VERY-PRETTY-HAND
Against my would-be rulers
I have to make a stand,
but, for one-night-only,
your wish is my command.
Girl I am all yours.
Do with me as you will.
Let your eyes eat your lover,
let your mouth drink its fill.
Yes against would-be rulers
I have to make a stand,
but, for one-night-only,
you've-got-me-in-your-hand.
for PATTAYA TRADER 156 (E)
THE-WIDE-AWAKE-DEATH-KIND
We think of death
as dark as night.
A blackness, not a white
or a bright-light.
As a very-long sleep we take
and not a sort-of-coming-awake.
THE-HARNESSED-TO-HOUSE-AND-
TO-LAZY-HUSBAND-WOMAN
She is religiously routine.
The girl's just a cog-in-a-machine.
Lifts a finger her man never.
Bound to home and he forever?
We think of death
as dark as night.
A blackness, not a white
or a bright-light.
As a very-long sleep we take
and not a sort-of-coming-awake.
THE-HARNESSED-TO-HOUSE-AND-
TO-LAZY-HUSBAND-WOMAN
She is religiously routine.
The girl's just a cog-in-a-machine.
Lifts a finger her man never.
Bound to home and he forever?
Monday, February 20, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 156 (D)
FAREWELL-SO-LOVELY-
FLOWER-OF-SIAM
Goodbye, lotus-flower,
it is time for me to go;
head back to my homeland
where the English-roses grow.
The taste is sweet-and-sour;
the feeling high-and-low.
From here in Port Pattaya
to my homeland I will go.
Goodbye, lotus-flower,
with your gold-brown glow.
I leave for the land
where the English-roses grow.
THE-LATE-EVENING-VAMP'S-
HIGH-SOCIETY-APPETITE
By Le Caprice,
in St James Place,
she waits to dine
on a 'famous face'.
The lady is a vamp
with a rich taste.
Not a drop of blood
will go to waste.
Yes by Le Caprice,
in St James place,
the vamp has drained
His-Lordship-and-His-Grace.
YES-A-DOWNTOWN-GOER'S-
LESSON-IN-WIDE-GUN-LAW
The town's beset with cowboys,
with bunches of drunk-yahoos
out to rope in drunk-women
with their invisible lassos.
When the evening is over -
in the sober light of day -
there'll be the cowpoke builders
and the hustlers all at play.
The law is just a business
and justice on the wane.
Everyone's an under-handed-gun.
Go cry "Come back Shane !"
FLOWER-OF-SIAM
Goodbye, lotus-flower,
it is time for me to go;
head back to my homeland
where the English-roses grow.
The taste is sweet-and-sour;
the feeling high-and-low.
From here in Port Pattaya
to my homeland I will go.
Goodbye, lotus-flower,
with your gold-brown glow.
I leave for the land
where the English-roses grow.
THE-LATE-EVENING-VAMP'S-
HIGH-SOCIETY-APPETITE
By Le Caprice,
in St James Place,
she waits to dine
on a 'famous face'.
The lady is a vamp
with a rich taste.
Not a drop of blood
will go to waste.
Yes by Le Caprice,
in St James place,
the vamp has drained
His-Lordship-and-His-Grace.
YES-A-DOWNTOWN-GOER'S-
LESSON-IN-WIDE-GUN-LAW
The town's beset with cowboys,
with bunches of drunk-yahoos
out to rope in drunk-women
with their invisible lassos.
When the evening is over -
in the sober light of day -
there'll be the cowpoke builders
and the hustlers all at play.
The law is just a business
and justice on the wane.
Everyone's an under-handed-gun.
Go cry "Come back Shane !"
for PATTAYA TRADER 156 (C)
DOWN-DYING-DEATH
It's not that I'm a pacifist
that you will hear me say
"Making peace is fine
as war is not the way."
It's not that I'm a coward
that I now say to you
"All put down your weapons
and Death will die-down too."
OH-IT-IS-THE-BUTTERCUP'S-
DEW-DROP-LADY
On a leaf-of-grass
she left a hair
and a bead of sweat
in a buttercup.
of these such-things
I am aware
when with a lover
whom my eyes eat-up.
Soon will the cows
come to graze.
They'll chew the grass
and the hair.
Soon will the cattle
come to erase
the buttercup
and dew from her.
A-DIVINE-VISION-OF-
A-DUO-NOW-DIVIDED?
I had a vision.
I told it to you.
I made you aware,
thus it didn't come true.
Maybe the vision
was wrong anyway.
Maybe your actions
kept it at bay?
No warning find,
but a prophecy
that came not true
for you and me.
COCOON
Some call it the death.
Some a sort of sleep.
Some a celebration,
sure not a time to weep.
No not a time to weep;
like birth, death's a norm.
Perfect caterpillars
into butterflies transform.
It's not that I'm a pacifist
that you will hear me say
"Making peace is fine
as war is not the way."
It's not that I'm a coward
that I now say to you
"All put down your weapons
and Death will die-down too."
OH-IT-IS-THE-BUTTERCUP'S-
DEW-DROP-LADY
On a leaf-of-grass
she left a hair
and a bead of sweat
in a buttercup.
of these such-things
I am aware
when with a lover
whom my eyes eat-up.
Soon will the cows
come to graze.
They'll chew the grass
and the hair.
Soon will the cattle
come to erase
the buttercup
and dew from her.
A-DIVINE-VISION-OF-
A-DUO-NOW-DIVIDED?
I had a vision.
I told it to you.
I made you aware,
thus it didn't come true.
Maybe the vision
was wrong anyway.
Maybe your actions
kept it at bay?
No warning find,
but a prophecy
that came not true
for you and me.
COCOON
Some call it the death.
Some a sort of sleep.
Some a celebration,
sure not a time to weep.
No not a time to weep;
like birth, death's a norm.
Perfect caterpillars
into butterflies transform.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 156 (B)
IT'S-A-REAL-CLOSE-SHAVE-WITH-AGE-
AND-THEN-AFTER-FIND-MOUSTACHE-MINE-
GOES-ON-VACATION
I'm not getting any younger,
it is a trite thing to say,
and it's so very obvious,
but I have said it anyway.
My moustache becomes a butterfly
and it decides not to stay
above the lips under my nose.
It rises up and flies away.
No I'm not getting any younger,
yes I've repeated the cliche,
yet tash gone I sure look youthful,
though my eyes have ever been blue-grey.
BEGGARING-BELIEF-IN-
BEING-BENIGN
Beggars, beggars, everywhere.
Give, give-give. Nothing more to spare.
The beggars plead, call and swear.
It gets one may no-longer care !
RAISING-BLUE-PETERS
Row boys, row. Ship yourselves along.
Spring comes with a very-new-song.
Fresh-pretties for you to behold.
Farewell frost and the winter-cold.
ONWARDS-DREAM-DO
Dreams are part of reality.
Dream on but not idly.
Make a brand-new-reality.
Ugly-ducklings-pure-swans-may-be.
YES-FIND-THE-BEAUTY-IS-NOT-
FOR-SALE
Find some time has passed-by
since a girl in England's caught my eye,
and though she's not a pretty Thai
she is a beauty, my oh my.
Works in a superstore.
Super ! Super ! Yet spoken for.
AND-THEN-AFTER-FIND-MOUSTACHE-MINE-
GOES-ON-VACATION
I'm not getting any younger,
it is a trite thing to say,
and it's so very obvious,
but I have said it anyway.
My moustache becomes a butterfly
and it decides not to stay
above the lips under my nose.
It rises up and flies away.
No I'm not getting any younger,
yes I've repeated the cliche,
yet tash gone I sure look youthful,
though my eyes have ever been blue-grey.
BEGGARING-BELIEF-IN-
BEING-BENIGN
Beggars, beggars, everywhere.
Give, give-give. Nothing more to spare.
The beggars plead, call and swear.
It gets one may no-longer care !
RAISING-BLUE-PETERS
Row boys, row. Ship yourselves along.
Spring comes with a very-new-song.
Fresh-pretties for you to behold.
Farewell frost and the winter-cold.
ONWARDS-DREAM-DO
Dreams are part of reality.
Dream on but not idly.
Make a brand-new-reality.
Ugly-ducklings-pure-swans-may-be.
YES-FIND-THE-BEAUTY-IS-NOT-
FOR-SALE
Find some time has passed-by
since a girl in England's caught my eye,
and though she's not a pretty Thai
she is a beauty, my oh my.
Works in a superstore.
Super ! Super ! Yet spoken for.
Friday, February 17, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 156 (A)
CHARLIE-CHAPLIN-CHAPPIES
"Chalee Chapyin
wi he stick,
oop dahn, oop dahn,
cahwick cahwick cahwick !"
Pretty-Thai-girls-even-know
of-men-who-can't-go-slow !
MANDY-MARRY-A-MAN-
NO-WAY
She will not marry
Tom, Dick or Harry,
and is happy as Larry
a torch-flame to carry
for a girl up-her-street.
Amanda's like-a-guy-on-heat
(but with men doesn't tarry).
"Chalee Chapyin
wi he stick,
oop dahn, oop dahn,
cahwick cahwick cahwick !"
Pretty-Thai-girls-even-know
of-men-who-can't-go-slow !
MANDY-MARRY-A-MAN-
NO-WAY
She will not marry
Tom, Dick or Harry,
and is happy as Larry
a torch-flame to carry
for a girl up-her-street.
Amanda's like-a-guy-on-heat
(but with men doesn't tarry).
for PATTAYA TRADER 155 (G)
YES-A-TRULY-CLEAR-BLUE-
SKY-ANGEL-NOW
Let me kiss the lips,
let me kiss the eyes,
let me kiss the face
that wears no disguise.
Yes let me kiss the face
that never, not ever, lies
and I'll kiss a girl
fallen from deep-skies !
AN-ARTISTIC-WOMAN-
QUICKLY-ANSWERS
He: What is your favourite drink?
She: Life. It is fine.
He: Your favourite food?
She: Love. It's divine.
He: Favourite music?
She: Love-making, oh !
He: What's your favourite colour?
She: Ah ! Rainbow.
SILLY-PORK-SAUSAGE-IS-A-
GREEDY-GIRL-AS-WE-NOW-
CAN-SEE
You are cruel to yourself Miss Porcine
and will suffer now times are lean again.
Wolfing down enough food for three
you have earnt the name of a fat piggy.
Find it is damn hard to get a man
because you've become a huge ham.
The more pounds of flesh you take on,
Miss Porcine you'll have had your bacon !
SKY-ANGEL-NOW
Let me kiss the lips,
let me kiss the eyes,
let me kiss the face
that wears no disguise.
Yes let me kiss the face
that never, not ever, lies
and I'll kiss a girl
fallen from deep-skies !
AN-ARTISTIC-WOMAN-
QUICKLY-ANSWERS
He: What is your favourite drink?
She: Life. It is fine.
He: Your favourite food?
She: Love. It's divine.
He: Favourite music?
She: Love-making, oh !
He: What's your favourite colour?
She: Ah ! Rainbow.
SILLY-PORK-SAUSAGE-IS-A-
GREEDY-GIRL-AS-WE-NOW-
CAN-SEE
You are cruel to yourself Miss Porcine
and will suffer now times are lean again.
Wolfing down enough food for three
you have earnt the name of a fat piggy.
Find it is damn hard to get a man
because you've become a huge ham.
The more pounds of flesh you take on,
Miss Porcine you'll have had your bacon !
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 155 (F)
YES-EDENIC-APPLES-BY-THE-
CARTLOAD-WAY-AHEAD?
Was there an age
when the globe was golden?
Was a paradise found
in the days now olden?
Looking to the past
is it the poet can see
the applecart-wheel turn
and come around to futurity?
ATOMIC-ECONOMY?
The right to have children
or the world to overcrowd?
To smother our Earth-mother
in a fleshly-human shroud?
Populate the evening's moon maybe.
Build cities far-under the vast sea.
All cry farewell nuclearly-loud?
CARTLOAD-WAY-AHEAD?
Was there an age
when the globe was golden?
Was a paradise found
in the days now olden?
Looking to the past
is it the poet can see
the applecart-wheel turn
and come around to futurity?
ATOMIC-ECONOMY?
The right to have children
or the world to overcrowd?
To smother our Earth-mother
in a fleshly-human shroud?
Populate the evening's moon maybe.
Build cities far-under the vast sea.
All cry farewell nuclearly-loud?
Monday, February 13, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 155 (E)
VALENTINE-VERSE-MINE
My pen says more
than can I
when we speak
eye to eye.
My heart says more
than can I
when we meet.
I'm too shy.
Convention's surely
not my line,
but hear this:
be my valentine.
YES-A-CHEESY-AND-MOLDY-
MOON'S-CHEERLESS-MORNING
The moon on high
was a yellowy-green
and upon the sea
cast a likewise beam.
The beach-party guests
all drank cheap-wine,
ate bread and cheese,
and in due time
the moon would sink,
and sail the sun
up-above dizzy-heads
and sickly tums.
IT'S-HEAVENLY-WITHIN-
YOUR-WATERY-EYES-LOVER
Sometimes the sea's blue, grey or green,
and turquoise oceans I've sure seen.
In the clear-depths of your eyes
I see the underwater paradise.
SIAMESE-MEMORIES-YES
A white-water-rafting ride.
Two on an elephant, side by side.
Memory's river sparkling wet.
Like elephants never, girl, to forget.
THE-DAMN-VINDICTIVE-VICAR-HE
I got a home.
My girl moved in.
Then a vicar said
"She wears no ring.
It's you and she
now live-in-sin."
Are wed to woe
the likes of him.
A-SINGLE-SAILOR-SOMETIMES-KEEPS-
SIAMESE-GIRL-COMPANY
Some call me teacher Mark.
Some call me Walk-Walk Man.
Some call me 'white monkey'
and some call me the Cap'n.
Thai-girls have shared my bed
and some have shared my room.
Few have shared my romance
on viewing a rare rose-red moon.
The poet of Port Pattaya am I.
I sail solo upon life's vast sea.
Girl, walk with me a tidly-time
and keep the Captain company.
My pen says more
than can I
when we speak
eye to eye.
My heart says more
than can I
when we meet.
I'm too shy.
Convention's surely
not my line,
but hear this:
be my valentine.
YES-A-CHEESY-AND-MOLDY-
MOON'S-CHEERLESS-MORNING
The moon on high
was a yellowy-green
and upon the sea
cast a likewise beam.
The beach-party guests
all drank cheap-wine,
ate bread and cheese,
and in due time
the moon would sink,
and sail the sun
up-above dizzy-heads
and sickly tums.
IT'S-HEAVENLY-WITHIN-
YOUR-WATERY-EYES-LOVER
Sometimes the sea's blue, grey or green,
and turquoise oceans I've sure seen.
In the clear-depths of your eyes
I see the underwater paradise.
SIAMESE-MEMORIES-YES
A white-water-rafting ride.
Two on an elephant, side by side.
Memory's river sparkling wet.
Like elephants never, girl, to forget.
THE-DAMN-VINDICTIVE-VICAR-HE
I got a home.
My girl moved in.
Then a vicar said
"She wears no ring.
It's you and she
now live-in-sin."
Are wed to woe
the likes of him.
A-SINGLE-SAILOR-SOMETIMES-KEEPS-
SIAMESE-GIRL-COMPANY
Some call me teacher Mark.
Some call me Walk-Walk Man.
Some call me 'white monkey'
and some call me the Cap'n.
Thai-girls have shared my bed
and some have shared my room.
Few have shared my romance
on viewing a rare rose-red moon.
The poet of Port Pattaya am I.
I sail solo upon life's vast sea.
Girl, walk with me a tidly-time
and keep the Captain company.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 155 (C)
CODSWOLLOP
Feeling like a fish
out-of-water,
I drink therefore
I am not, however.
L'HISTOIRE D'O
The Story of O?
Not your life.
You felt enchained,
so-strict-man's-wife.
A stern man too
with-lashing-tongue.
Now you are free
to be someone.
Feeling like a fish
out-of-water,
I drink therefore
I am not, however.
L'HISTOIRE D'O
The Story of O?
Not your life.
You felt enchained,
so-strict-man's-wife.
A stern man too
with-lashing-tongue.
Now you are free
to be someone.
corrections:
'chipper' in RUDE-BOY-PIRATE should read 'chipperer' and the verse on the post below this:
A-GIRL'S-DAMN-ANGRY-DAD'S-DOUBLE-BARREL-BLAST
A-GIRL'S-DAMN-ANGRY-DAD'S-DOUBLE-BARREL-BLAST
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 155 (B)
A-GIRL'S-ANGRY-DAD'S-
DOUBLE-BARREL-BLAST
Her daddy pointed a big-shotgun.
Said "Marry my daughter or your dead, son.
In seven months the stork will arrive,
so get over here boy and look-alive.
Two months pregnant is my little girl.
Say your prayers and goodbye to the world,
or come right here and be wedded
to she whom you went and bedded !"
Those were the days before the Pill
way up there on Hillbilly-Hill.
Those were the days the town beneath
frowned on young singles who bought a sheath.
Those were the days when sex was a sin
and not as healthy as a hillside spring.
And so they married, the child kept a hush
till the stork left it under the gooseberry-bush.
LOVE-EVERMORE?
He loves the girl this way.
He loves the girl that way.
Will the man love her always?
DOUBLE-BARREL-BLAST
Her daddy pointed a big-shotgun.
Said "Marry my daughter or your dead, son.
In seven months the stork will arrive,
so get over here boy and look-alive.
Two months pregnant is my little girl.
Say your prayers and goodbye to the world,
or come right here and be wedded
to she whom you went and bedded !"
Those were the days before the Pill
way up there on Hillbilly-Hill.
Those were the days the town beneath
frowned on young singles who bought a sheath.
Those were the days when sex was a sin
and not as healthy as a hillside spring.
And so they married, the child kept a hush
till the stork left it under the gooseberry-bush.
LOVE-EVERMORE?
He loves the girl this way.
He loves the girl that way.
Will the man love her always?
Saturday, February 4, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 155 (A)
EVERYMAN-A -VENTURER
The sound of the waterfall
was found to cease
as the girl adjusted
to the natural peace.
To the dawn and the dew
she'd come awake,
the path through the pines
would then go take;
journey to the village
and back through the wood
to the campsite where
her caravan stood.
Sang the songbirds of day,
hooted the hawk-owls at night
with the moon high-above
the gypsies caravan-site.
Everybody's a traveller
here on mother earth.
Live in harmony with her
for all you are worth.
DAMN-MONEY-MATTERS-
AND-MAMMON'S-MANTRAS
Some pray for their daily-bread.
Some pray for bread with jam on.
But their are those
who at feasts toast
the god of finance, Mammon.
The sound of the waterfall
was found to cease
as the girl adjusted
to the natural peace.
To the dawn and the dew
she'd come awake,
the path through the pines
would then go take;
journey to the village
and back through the wood
to the campsite where
her caravan stood.
Sang the songbirds of day,
hooted the hawk-owls at night
with the moon high-above
the gypsies caravan-site.
Everybody's a traveller
here on mother earth.
Live in harmony with her
for all you are worth.
DAMN-MONEY-MATTERS-
AND-MAMMON'S-MANTRAS
Some pray for their daily-bread.
Some pray for bread with jam on.
But their are those
who at feasts toast
the god of finance, Mammon.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 154 (F)
YES-A-REDDY-LIP-GLOSS-
GIRL-GLOW
The girl's two lips
left a rosy-impress
with one long kiss
in a downward-caress.
A kiss soft and slow
gave me a glossy-glow.
A-DAWN'S-GOLD-WILL-GO-
OVERTHROW-THE-SILVERY-NIGHT
A silver moon
above the sylvan:
a sea of trees
with night-dark leaves.
The dawn-break soon
for poet and for Pan.
FIND-GOOSE-NOR-AN-UGLY-DUCKLING-
MAKES-A-WORLDLY-DIFFERENCE
Mother Goose
our globe was to lay.
Like a golden egg
it shone that day.
Now the shine
and the gold has gone,
as it would also
were our mother a swan.
GIRL-GLOW
The girl's two lips
left a rosy-impress
with one long kiss
in a downward-caress.
A kiss soft and slow
gave me a glossy-glow.
A-DAWN'S-GOLD-WILL-GO-
OVERTHROW-THE-SILVERY-NIGHT
A silver moon
above the sylvan:
a sea of trees
with night-dark leaves.
The dawn-break soon
for poet and for Pan.
FIND-GOOSE-NOR-AN-UGLY-DUCKLING-
MAKES-A-WORLDLY-DIFFERENCE
Mother Goose
our globe was to lay.
Like a golden egg
it shone that day.
Now the shine
and the gold has gone,
as it would also
were our mother a swan.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
for PATTAYA TRADER 154 (E)
A VIVID-LIVING-DREAM-
SHE-SURE-WAS
I shall call her Tantra
because when she loved it was Tantric.
Body moving with the rythmn of a mantra,
she was a prayer that lived. Mantric.
To a man's life she brought colour.
Without her like, the world much duller.
REINCARNATION-IN-REVERSE?
Now Lawrence of Arabia
swapped his camel for a motorbike.
He swapped his camel for a death-trap
returning to a former life.
SKIN-TONE
Redheads, blondes, brunettes,
hair is the curious thing
attracts many a man.
Why not the colour of skin?
SHE-SURE-WAS
I shall call her Tantra
because when she loved it was Tantric.
Body moving with the rythmn of a mantra,
she was a prayer that lived. Mantric.
To a man's life she brought colour.
Without her like, the world much duller.
REINCARNATION-IN-REVERSE?
Now Lawrence of Arabia
swapped his camel for a motorbike.
He swapped his camel for a death-trap
returning to a former life.
SKIN-TONE
Redheads, blondes, brunettes,
hair is the curious thing
attracts many a man.
Why not the colour of skin?
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