Friday, November 30, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 171 (G)

THE-LADY-LANDLUBBER'S-TREASURE-
WAS-NOW-HIS-BOOTY
The pirate's ship sailed
into a lady's cove,
and there the man found
her hidden treasure-trove.

His hands upon her hills
sure went out to rove,
taking pleasure from the plunder
of a lady's treasure trove.

THE-LIFE-LIGHT-FOLK
The selfish, damn-greedy,
envious and fiercly-manipulative;
theirs the dead-of-night darkness
while in the light the rest live.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 171 (F)

THE MYSTICS'-MATERIALISTIC-MENACE
A spiritual home of the Buddha
and where the Yeti's foot had set,
the cruel-soldiers of Red China
have taken possession of Tibet.
They're out to crush the mountain men,
grind them into the ground find.
When wars aren't caused by religion
they're caused by the materialist-mind.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 171 (E)

THE WORLD-WIDE-EYES?
Several Buddhist girlfriends
and one a lovely-Hindu,
as well as the white-Christians
whom I have courted too;
it's good to be single
and with foreign ladies mingle
when overseas with a wide world view?

Monday, November 26, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 171 (D)

THE BLUE-BROOK-WATER-WOMAN-EYES
Skimming stones upon the water,
in his eyes a far-away look,
he was not to spy the daughter
of the dark-lady of the brook.

No, not to spy the daughter
of the dark-lady of the brook,
who was fishing for a landlubber,
and whose offspring was the hook.

Yes, whose offspring was the hook,
the girl whose gaze upon him cast.
He turned and saw and shook.
She'd a beauty that held him fast.

She'd a beauty that held him fast,
she'd a beauty that held him true.
She'd eyes that a spell had cast.
He drowned in their watery-blue.

A-PERFECT-PICTURE-COULDN'T-BE-
FRAMED-BY-A-MARRIAGE-NO
Your and my love-making
was a work of art,
but now the canvas is
very-much torn apart.
For the picture you sought a frame,
believing that love could be contained.

A SEA-CHANGE LIFE
Take me, do, as I am,
and as I come to be.
All go through changes.
Don't need a girl to change me.
Yes take me as I am
and as I come to be.
All go through changes
just like the great changing sea.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 171 (C)

FIND-IT-WAS-A-WOLF-AND-
BAT-MOON-FOR-DREAMY-SHE
A werewolves' full-moon
hung outside her room,
but her man was more the vampire.
He would come in the night
and leave a love bite,
from her he'd then retire.
To the dawn she would awake,
heart pierced as with a cruel-stake,
finding such-dreams only formed of desire.

RELIVE-AND-LEARN-DO?
It's good and bad
to meet with you.
I am just a spirit
passing on through.

I'm heading home.
Maybe I'll return.
We live to die
and also learn?

IT'S-THE-HOUND-ON-THE-LOVELY-
LADIES'-HEAVENLY-SCENTS
They came into my life
and then each-one went,
now my memory's a hound
upon their sweet  scent.
Ah the foxy ladies
with their feminine wiles,
the unchaste Pattay beauties
in the Land of Smiles.

Monday, November 19, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 171 (B)

THE-GREAT-DRAGON-RIDER'S-
DARKEST-HOUR-CAME
Blew, blew, blew, the blizzard,
while flew, flew, flew, the giant-winged-lizard,
on its back the grand old wizard.
Blew, blew, blew, the snow-storm,
white as is white the magical unicorn,
only to leave the blackest morn.

THE-FAIR-PLAY-EMPLOYER-
FOR-POOR-MAN-HE
He hates the rich
but hates being poor.
Who'll keep the wolves
from the door?
Some hate the rich
yet play the lottery
though they are not
as poor as can be.
Driven  by envy he is not.
A fair-paid job he hasn't got.

ON-STEPS-PASSES-
WE-TWO-MADE
We passed on stone-stairs.
It was she going up
and I just going down.
Some went up and down in pairs.
Don't give me that dirty-look.
To meet we sure were bound.
Though it was later, and on the level.
Which bedded the angel? Which bedded the devil?

FIND-MERIT-AND-
DAMN-MISFORTUNE
When the wheel of life
is roulette
you take a chance,
you place a bet.

When the wheel of life
is sagious
the gambling habit
is less contagious.

SELF-SALVATION-THROUGH-
INWARD-OBSERVATION-FOR-SHE
Looking to the outward stars
instead of her inner-scars,
salvation lies not out there,
she'll carry her scars everywhere.
This world has much to teach her
if she'd let the lessons reach her.

A-SUGAR-DADDY-GIRL-SHE
After a father figure
was the girl, I know.
A good few years younger than me,
she sat down and said so;
in a bar in Pattaya,
in a land that's young.
I was that father figure.
Sought sugar the pretty-one !

Friday, November 16, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 171 (A)

A-GALLIC-GIRL-NOW-POSED-FIXEDLY-
FOR-A-TO-BE-FRAMED-PICTURE
She was from France,
was the artist's rose.
He painted her
without her clothes.

He, an Englishman,
had her naked pose.
The girl shed her petals,
find then she froze.

SMART ALEX
Should the guy wear his bossy-boots
with his smarty-pants, or his clever-clogs?
He'll put on his head his handicap
very sure he looks a top dog.

A-CAUSE-CAREERIST
Don't be a one
to fight a lost cause.
Heal your wounds,
your cuts-and-sores.
Pick yourself up,
dust yourself down,
soon a new cause
can be found.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 170 (G)

IT-IS-FANTASY-ISLAND-
IN-HER-I-FIND-OH-YES
Shiver m' timbers,
rattle m' bones,
the lovely-lass
is the wind that groans.
Arrr the wind that groans
and the sea that sighs.
She is m' Treasure Island
and also m' Isle of Paradise.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 170 (F)

AXED-THE-HEAD-TAX
Two heads better than one?
Find this wouldn't have been the fact
when folk got their big-bills
under the poll-tax !

A PRECIOUS PEARL
Green palms, blue lagoon,
orangy-yellow-sun late-afternoon.
Coconut-juice, oysters too,
and the very pearl-of-a-girl that's you.

THE-ECLIPSING-COUPLE-THEY
Eyes meet across
a crowded room.
Boy meets girl.
Gold-sun meets blue-moon.
Lips will meet lips
the pair in eclipse.

LOVING-VENUS-VERSUS-
WARRING-MARS?
Women come from Venus
and men come from Mars,
but both are quite capable
of pure-love-and-evil-wars.

THE-PRETTY-DAMSEL'S-
IMPRISONED-HEART?
The girl sits on a wall
waiting, waiting to fall
into the arms of a fine-young-man
who is like a battering-ram
breaking down walls in an age bygone:
"Please come free me, fair-princely-one !"

IT'S-A-MAD-CITY-MAN'S-
TIME-TO-TRAVEL-VERSE
I like the city
but have to leave
when there is not
enough space to breathe
and the madding-crowds
make a guy grieve
for the loss of a countryside,
open fields, sky clear-and-wide.

THE-KITE-FLYING-COUPLE-
WERE-WE
We flew a kite midsummer
and balloons at Christmastime.
We were like young-children
or actors in a pantomime.
Yes we were like young-children.
At Christmas aren't we all?
And many in midsummer,
aware that soon will come the fall?

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 170 (E)

THE-PALE-MIDNIGHT-MOON
The night is black as a crow
and dove-white sure is the snow,
but it's an owl calls from the wood
whose trees are like tall shadows stood
beneath a pale-as-a-ghost moon's glow.

A-REALLY-SMALL-ONE'S-
HIGH-LEVEL-LOVE-WAS-IN-TATTERS
For my mum, I reached higher,
to pick a rose from a brier,
when I was but a tot.
I fell and my shirt was torn
upon many a brier-thorn
(I was to go meet with her scorn).
Love appear in rags cannot?

A-LYING-FOOL-HE-WAS-
LEFT-THE-LUNATIC
Because he was a crook
he told lies, y'know.
The lies grew and grew,
like the nose on Pinnochio.
But those lies found him out
and his friends would go.
Forgetting what was true or false
his mind left him also.
Some think it clever to be dumb
and finish up in a lunatic-asylum.

A-TOTAL-POWER'S-DESPOTS?
For some it's sure power
find turns them on,
like the rapist with the power
over his victim-woman;
or the politician
with his law-making pen;
and complete power...
what then? What then?

Monday, November 12, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 170 (D)

MIDDLE WAY?
The Church persecuted men
in it's universal evolution.
The Church persecuted by turn
when came the communist revolutions.
Science and religion go their own way?
Not so, do the Buddhists say.

Friday, November 9, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 170 (C)

THE-PURRING-EARTHY-
FEMALE'S-PERFECT-SOLO-ACTS
She was used-and-abused
when a kid; then adult-and-fit
she was performance-purrfect.
All down to herself, Eartha Kitt.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 170 (B)

THE-FEATHERED-FRIENDS?
I say you're too pretty,
you say I'm too clever.
We could go on, girl,
 like this forever.
You'd think us both parrots,
but birds of a feather?
Are we not opposites
attracted by the other?

for PATTAYA TRADER 170 (A)

IRELAND'S-GOLDEN-ROSE-GETS-
TOO-DAMN-DRUNK !
To Britain she'd come over,
with a sprig of lucky clover,
and Rosie is her name.
She's an Irish-gypsy-type.
Ah yes you've seen the like.
She's known to drink and profane.
Outside of her wagon,
sat with a whiskey-flagon
underneath the starry night;
the girls sings of the roads,
hedgehogs, frogs and toads,
of mushrooms by dawn's gold light.

NEVER-THE-BON-VOYAGE-
THE-ROSE-D'OR?
The gold-girl has gone, she is gone;
without even a goodbye.
Never a wave-of-her-hand;
not as if she was too shy.
She has gone, the gold-girl is gone;
in the blink-of-an-eye
I beheld a very-pretty-rose.
Thorns cut, though I'll not go die.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 169 (E)

THE-SUNNY-HOT-SPOTS-GIRL-
GOES-RUNNING
Her love for him is very rash.
She's got a fever, she has the hots.
He's the lifeguard on the beach.
She's breaking out in polka-dots.
The girl's head-over-heels for him,
but he's so much older, you understand.
This girl doesn't wish to know.
She runs to him across the sand.
She runs to him across the sand
in her skirt with sun-yellow spots.
Yes her love for him is very rash.
She's broken out in polka-dots.

IT'S-A-FLYING-CARPET'S-
PAIR-FIND
Open sesame:
our mouths did so, wide.
The two tongues met, girl,
on a magic-red-carpet ride.

A-WET-WITH-THE-WIND-BLOWING-
WILL-BE-YOUR-DAY-TOMORROW
The weatherman
has got it wrong.
Tomorrow there'll be
no kind sun or song.

The astrologer
has told you this:
"A wind will blow you
the wettest kiss."

THE-BENNY-HILL-BRILLIANCE
Very saucy postcards
from a seaside-town.
A variety performance
jesting-clown.

You're on a holiday.
Who's the turn on the bill?
Just that chap Benny,
cheeky as a Fanny Hill !

Thursday, November 1, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 169 (D)

A-SOLITARY-SCRIBE-YES
However you term it,
a poet or a hermit,
I've my wordings, my spellings;
my verses or my rhymes
about past and future times.
The present, too, for the telling.

SIGNPOST-POETS-SOME-ARE
Some are born to lead
and some to follow, I say.
Then find there are those
born to point out the pathway.

AQUARIAN-AGE
Humanity, individuality,
Fairness. Pour on us
(we under its sign)
the silvery waters of Aquarius.