for PATTAYA TRADER 169 (C)

THE-TOXIC-HUMAN-TERRESTRIALS
"Our hurricanes-and-tsunamis,"
calls the air and the seas
"will storm you like mighty armies.
You humans are a deadly-disease !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 169 (B)

THE-GROWLING-HOT-COUGAR-LADY'S-
RED-RAW-WELCOMES
She came from Cougar Canyon -
young men were her meat -
to live in New York City.
The boys there a bigger treat.

In bars or in the street
she came across young men
whom this type of cougar
took back to her den.

Ah she came from Cougar Canyon
and preyed upon the young.
Find just few objected
to a more than warm welcome !

REGAL-SWAN-GIRL-YES-
YOU-ARE
Today's was a swanny-sea,
just like Swansea's water's said to be.
Tonight come and lay down with me,
we'll make love, swan-lady, majestically.

for PATTAYA TRADER 169 (A)

THE-PINKY-EGLANTINE-AND-
A-PURE-WHITE-EQUINE
'Twas under a magic spell
a white horse became he,
and under a magic spell
a sweetbrier became she.
A white horse he'd sure become
and to her was to hoof, to run.
The equine and the eglantine.
Go seek love in flower, find the sun?

for PATTAYA TRADER 168 (G)

FAR-AWAY-FROM-FROWNING-
FAMILY-AND-FRIENDS
Ah when in Rome
do as does an Italian?
She sought for a man,
a famed gigolo and stallion.
She danced, danced, danced.
Danced the whole-night through.
Ah when in Rome
do as English-foreigners do !

FIND-JOBLESS-JIM-ENJOYS-
A-DOLE-LIFE-WHILE-ENVYING-
WORKING-FOLK-THEIR-EVERY-
BELONGING
Young Jim sure likes to shirk,
he just doesn't want to work.
Lazy-boned is his situation.
Idleness and envy his vocation.
He wants the latest gadjetry,
all of the latest wizardry.
Says "Let the workers carry me
and give me everything for free."
Sure likes to shirk young Jim.
He wants the dole and everything.

for PATTAYA TRADER 168 (F)

UNDER-A-BLUE-MOON
You are in a deep hole
that is larger than a moon-crater.
A girl looks for a man.
A girl looks for a lover.

A man shall come, girl.
He will come later,
then your growing anxiety
shall, at last, be over.

And over the moon,
now no longer under,
your young-heart will be
no more torn assunder.

A man shall come, girl.
Later if not sooner.
You will not be blue
beneath the glowing lunar.

for PATTAYA TRADER 168 (E)

YOU-ARE-A-PERSON-INCLINED-
TO-CORRECT-MISPELT-WORDS
I sure have an inkling
that you are the type
who seeks out errors
in the words men write.

I sure have an inkling
that you come awake
over a verse-poet's
or a printer's mistake.

I sure have an inkling
you're under a spelling
of what the poet
or publisher's selling.

for PATTAYA TRADER 168 (D)

A-FINAL-FLOOD'S-FORECAST?
His crystal ball
was a goldfish-bowl,
a tiny carp within.
The tiny carp told
of an age of gold
and many angelfish aswim.
No sharks then,
not even men
walking on the land.
Now the wizard, he
became a merman-of-the-sea
with a wave of wand in his hand.

THE-RIGHT-PROPER-NUT-NO?
At free speech you tut-tut.
Yes you would censor and cut.
Then keep your own mouth tight-shut
like the shell of a nut !

THE-TOP-OF-THE-TOWER-TALE-
SHOUTS-RICHLY-IN-LOVE-CINDERELLA
The pretty glass-like-shoe
from your foot you slip.
He fills it with wine
and takes a sip.

A fairy-godmother
you feel is near.
Is that she who
whispers in your ear?

Is that she who
was the teller
of a classic tale,
you Cinderella?

Was that you who
was to doubt it?
Climb atop a tower
and do now shout it !

WENT-WEST-WILDE'S-
DAMNED-BRILLIANT-WIT
Poets Dorothy Parker
and Ogden Nash,
witty verifiers in
a land of cash, cash, cash.
Now Oscar Wilde,
he journeyed there.
Only his genius
was he to declare.
And when he left
the overawed Americans,
he left behind
some very-witty gems ! 

for PATTAYA TRADER 168 (C)

THE-HISSING-CRADLED-CATS-
MAKE-PRESIDENT-PUTIN-LOOK-
A-FORMER-FANNY?
Ex-commie Putin
is now using religion
to subjugate. He's no Rasputin
with a Russian royal under his thumb.
Just a Tsar-like president
whom the band Pussy-Riot sure resent.

CHAINED-TO-THE-WHEEL-OF-
EVER-CHANGING-LIFE?
Should we inherit
a past life's merit
find this could explain
why some at the top
and some at the bott
of the spiritual chain.

A-WORLD-ABOVE
The stag upon the high-hill
or the mountain ram.
Making love with you,
climb above the world I can.

THE-THRUSH'S-SONG-THORNY-
SURE-IS-NOT
There's a songbird sings
in the thorn-bush.
Sings, yes sings
the thorn's thrush.
The song has wings
no bush wounds and stings.

BECOME-MY-BOOTY-
O-CUTIE
Thar she blows...
arrr thar she blows...
the breeze behind her,
sand beneath her toes.
She is no ship
but call her Mary-Rose.
No pilgrim or gypsy,
thar the girl cutely-goes.

FIND-A-CRABBY-FACED-HERMIT-
IS-THE-CRANKY-MAN
On a cyclic earth
with a cyclic sea,
life going round
in circles for he;
the man feels bad,
and he looks bad;
locks himself away
just like a hermit-crab.

UNDERWATER-WITHOUT-
HER-UNDERWEAR
She's a sailor's gal,
ah a sailor's gal;
naughty, oh naughty
and nautical.

She sails with him
in dreamy-sleep,
swims with him
there in the deep.

Becomes a mermaid
the deep-sleeper,
and a merman
her wavy-lover.

for PATTAYA TRADER 168 (B)

A-BIG-CITY'S-CAT-GIRLS
She's one of the big cats.
One of the many whites and blacks.
Up and down the street she makes tracks.
One of the girls in leopardskin-slacks.
It's just hard-work, sweat and heat,
here in London's jungle of concrete.

THE-HAPPY-PAIR
A good-meal a day,
that's what I said.
A loving-girl too,
and a sturdy bed !
Top it off with
a roof over our heads.

BEGGING BOWLS
Beggars here, beggars there,
beggars, beggars, everywhere.
Were I a giver to all I meet
I'd be beggared, out in the street !

THE-FOLK-OFTEN-LACKING-FIND
One often wants,
the other often needs.
One is often greedy,
the other often lacks greed.

THE-SING-SONG-SEA-IN-CHAINS
What is high-tide here
is low-tide elsewhere.
What is low-tide here
is high-tide across there.
And so the sea is cyclic
but also chained to time.
Chained like we to changes
just as Dylan Thomas in his rhyme.

THE DEMONICALLY-
DIVINE-DIVISIONS
"There's only one God"
find the divides say,
and for this Divine
the other divides go slay
to gain good-Heaven
the bad boys way.

OTHERWORLDLY
Find no such thing as nothing,
contradictory as this seems.
Where you spy empty spaces
I spy airy future dreams.

for PATTAYA TRADER 168 (A)

PARIS-AND-SONGSTER-PIEF
Here, you are Piaf,
and in Paris, Pief.
Many sought your autograph.
Many mourned your death.
Many loved the song-lady who
came, gave voice, then left.

for PATTAYA TRADER 167 (G)

FIND-A-HORSE-HOOFED-HEART
There was no Black Bess,
the horse a work of fiction.
Dick Turpin was a wicked man
despite the novel contradiction.

Ah be my Yorkshire lass,
young-lady so very-pretty.
I'll be your Yorkshire lad
here in fairytale York City.

How my heart pounds
like hooves upon the horse
that never, not ever, ran
a London to York course.

LORD-I-TO-LADY-MINE
I'll be her sword,
I'll be her shield.
I'll champion her
on life's battlefield.

I'll be her lord,
I'll be her knight.
I'll guard my lady
and the dragons smite.

STONY-U.S.A.-STATUE
Speak up, speak out.
Speak out, speak free.
No stone cold silence
Lady Liberty !

for PATTAYA TRADER 167 (F)

GETTING-FAT-ON-FAR-AWAY-DREAMS-
WITH-A-SANDY-HOT-GIRL
You piggy-back rode me across the sands,
your long-legs, pretty-girl, in my hands.
We gorged and got sick on icecreams,
and now I pig-out on such past-dreams.

THE JUNKIE
EX-G.I.-JOE IS HE
Forgotten was the colour
of death and skin
when the soldier first stuck
the dire needle in.

A-DUO'S-DISTANT-DIRECTION?
The Draughtman's Contract,
Prospero's Papers;
Peter Greenaway's
eccentric capers.
He and Ken Russell
far-out film-makers.

for PATTAYA TRADER 167 (E)

YES-VIRGIN-SOLDIER-
FIND-GIRL-DID-NOT
With a bayonet of steel
and not of flesh,
he'd known no girl
when he met death.
Through his pocket-Bible
and into his heart
sped the enemy's bullet,
not Cupid's love-dart.
The war was over
for the soldier brave.
It made him a man
but found him a grave.

THE LIVE-IN SIN
I'll rent a room,
you'll move in,
and some will call
our love a sin.