for PATTAYA TRADER 174 (A)

A PEACE-NOR-QUIET PUPPET
Sat in his lap
she looks so funny,
as if the girl were
a ventrilloquist's dummy.

The man sits quiet.
She's a big-mouth,
and blows hot air
north, west, east, south.

Yes sat in his lap
she looks very funny,
don't bet on peace
you'll  lose your money.

GREENISH-GLAMOURISH-
GIRL-ARE-YOU
You are never one to listen
nor ever one to observe.
Your lovely-hair glistens,
you've good looks, the very nerve
to think it is quite enough
just to appear pretty-glamoorous.

DOWNED DESPOTS?
If women once ruled the earth
why were they overthrown?
Were these goddesses despots?
Will it ever get to be known
if women once ruled the earth?
Perhaps it's so, perhaps it's not.

THE-BEAR-HUGGING-GIRL
She met the man
by the town-square
in  a pub-place called
The Honeybear.

Big hugs, big hugs,
goes up the stairs
when back at home,
not with her tiny-teddybear !

for PATTAYA TRADER 173 (F)

A-PAST-PALE-PRECIOUS-PEARL-
PARASITE-SURE
Pale and out the sun
was once the thing,
but to sport a tan
is now to be 'in'.
The pale weren't like the ruddyish rest
who were the peasants, half-undressed,
in the fields and, no, not at their best.

A-POLE-APART?
Your glass is half-empty,
my glass is half-full.
We've got the polar-balance, girl,
though your end icy and miserable.

for PATTAYA TRADER 173 (E)

THE-VIRGIN-VENTING-VAMPIRE-
HAS-JUST-ARRIVED-HERE-IN-TOWN
When the Count Alucard
comes into town,
just like his name
he turns girls' heads around.

There's no hanging about
like a sleepy-bat,
with a young virgin lady
he soon is sat;

will take the poor-girl
under his wing,
his eyes and teeth
so very piercing.

TO-FALL-APART-TINY-MINDED-
FRIENDS-WERE-BOUND?
Told to grow up -
when we were young -
and to get married,
not keep living in sin,
by so-called friends
who've divorced become
and now gone away,
we pair far-outlasting
those who frowned on us,
those who poked fun,
the very same people
once bound by a ring.

WELL-ROUNDED-INDIVIDUALS
Around the sheepish-flocks,
around, too, the common-herds;
around the horse-sensed-people
pass the 'individuality'  word !

IT'S-THE-PIPING-HOT-PAN-TYPE-
GUY-GETS-PLAYFUL-FIND
Like Pan with his pipes
he plays a pretty-note.
The guy is half-man
and yes, half-mountain-goat.
All the ladies love him
and he too loves them,
which is very natural
when girls join with young men !

for PATTAYA TRADER 173 (D)

FROM-STRAWBERRY-HAIR-
TO-THE-PEACHES-SURE-FIND
You recall me
with a strawberry-blonde?
Guy, that girl
I moved beyond.

I took a flight
to old Siam
and now a teacher
I surely am.

The ladies there
are such a peach.
Pretty-women
I like to teach.

Back for a visit,
and you recall
a strawberry-blonde.
I hardly at all !

BETWEEN-TWO-BUDDING-
FILM-STARS-YOU'LL-FIND-ME
Ah to have been a performance-learner
with a fine young actress, Kathleen Turner.
And to have taken an Easy Rider run
with a fine young actor, Jack Nickelson.
But Kathy, she was Romancing the Stone
and Jacky sure got beaten to dead bones.
Kathy much younger, Jacky older than I.
As inbetweener, they both passed me by.

LATE-HIS-ARRIVAL-AT-
THE-VAMPIRE'S-ABODE
A Romanian gypsy
with a Transylvanian vernacular
spoke of a Count Alucard,
mirror-image of Count Dracula.

She said that Alucard
had gone out to dine,
he'd be back before
the sun would rise and shine.

The company of young women
was his delight.
They had him a-howling
like a wolf in the black bat night.

The Romanian gypsy
then said "On reflection
you look pale as a virgin.
Glad you missed your connection?"

WHERE'S-THE-MERIT?
The card-carrying communist
who buys a ticket for the lottery
speaks of a brotherly love,
but hates the rich does he.
What must we make of this?
What's wrong with a meritocracy
other than run-away capitalism
makes a far poorer man of he.

A-WARSHIP-WOMAN-SHE
She was buxom
and then some.
So beautiful
and bountiful
and on the rum.
A drunkard to be sure,
the fresh-sea-air no cure.
Yes so beautiful
and bountiful
but a woman o' war.

TOASTING-A-BEAUTY'S-ABSENCE?
Wine and women?
Yes I like them,
as I like the flower
atop the rose-stem;
and feel its thorns
when my head's swimming
yet drowning in wine
without the women !

THIS-AND-THAT-AND-
THE-MIDDLING-OTHER
If we're not for this
we must surely be for that,
as though there were no neutralities
for us to be at.
As if there were no centre-ground
as the wheel of change goes around.

NEVER-A-NEMESIS-LOVER-
AM-I
You preach about love.
Don't you mean compassion,
or perhaps tolerance?
But the word's in fashion
though I can't love the enemy,
for it would make a masochist of me !

LATENTLY-LOW-DOWN-
AND-DEADLY?
No man is born evil?
Arrives an angel not a devil?
A babe can do no harm
but once it's grown can charm
or shoot you down to his level.

173 (C)

JUST-A-DAMN-HOUSE-AND-HORSEWORK-
DRUDGERY
The Victorian workhouse
was very-much one for alarm.
So was the Marxist-workhorse
carrying the rest in Animal-Farm.

CHOOSY-IS-SHE
She'd escaped a dictatorship,
said she found in a democracy
you can choose to be a slave
and you can choose to be free,
but under a dictatorship
a slave you'll always be.

for PATTAYA TRADER 173 (B)

MOTORMOUTH MICHAEL
Mouth-a-lot Michael
rides a motorcycle.
He doesn't know when to stop.
Working as a courier,
he's out to break the speed-barrier,
gives it all he's got.
Yes mouth-a-lot Mike,
he rides a motorbike,
which break the barrier first?
His motor or his mouth
as he flies north and south?
Ever big headed? He's the worst !

for PATTAYA TRADER 173 (A)

THE-FINE-BLACK-BULL-BREAKS-THROUGH-
THE-FILD'S-BARRIERS-LIKE-A-BUDDHA

Dual were the horns
grown on his head.
"I must rise above
my station," he said.
"I must rise above
all duality.
From this field
I shall then be free."
The field of cows
looked at the bull.
He might be black
but he was beautiful.
He'd rise, rise above
earthly love and hate,
the ties which bound them
to their state
like the lock and chain
there on the gate.

PLAINLY-POEM-INSPIRING
She was no pretty Sappho
and there was no verse ran
like blood through her veins,
but like the ancient Lesbosian
she slept with women
and would sleep with a man.
The girl slept with me
and this poem, for her, began.

FIND-GONE-HAS-THE-CLOUDY-GIRL-
MOST-FORTUNATELY
Now the cold-girl has gone
and the sun is shining,
I shall view her as
a silver-cloud with a gold-lining.

CARE-AND-MAINTENENCE-NEEDS-
A-DECAYING-MERITOCRACY
There are some financially merit
and some who simply inherit.
There are those surely paid in excess
and sorts whose work's found meritless.

WISDOM-AND-KNOWLEDGE
I'd a friend from the land
of the Dalai Lama.
Yes he was a Tibetan man
who'd fled from the bad karma
Chinese soldiers were sowing
in the place he had called home.
Wisdom comes not with knowing
you can oppress another's zone.

NO-HEAVEN-ON-EARTH-
FOR-HE?
For several heavenly-virgins
and the wine here he was denied -
taking too the lives of victims -
the suicide-bomber died?

for PATTAYA TRADER 172 (G)

AN-IMPISH-IMPOSITION?
Several shades of red
are worn by the elves
who wish to undermine the society
of selfish, not elvish, selves.
Find they cannot  agree
which one red-shade is the best,
or which one red-colour to go
impose upon the rest.

for PATTAYA TRADER 172 (F)

A-FLOORED-WIFE-NEAR-
A-DOOR
He strikes her down,
he knocks her flat,
he treats his lady
so-like a doormat.

It's knock, knock, knock.
Who's by the door?
It's his mat-lady
lying on the floor.

for PATTAYA TRADER 172 (E)

THE-MINUTE-BUTTERHAIRED-
FAIRY-YOU'LL-FIND?
With yellowy-gold locks
she'll stand up
no taller than does
a buttercup.

Tiny, oh sure tiny.
Find a fairy-mite
stands in the grass
way beneath sunlight ?

THE-HEADY-ROAM-AROUND-
WOMAN-DREAMER
Like an aboriginee,
here in the sunshine,
I lay right-back
deep in dreamtime.

Heavenly visions of you
girl, have no doubt,
inside my head
go walkabout.

for PATTAYA TRADER 172 (D)

SUMMERY-RETURNS
Sometimes her autumn
can be mistook
for summer years.
She has now that look.
I see her hair
with a golden glow
one hardly believes
will turn white as snow.
But turn to white -
after turning to grey -
will her hair of gold,
sure as leaves decay.

VOCATION-IN-VERSIFICATION-
MINE-IS-FIND
Verse is my vocation,
as you can see.
Eve's was the lesson
of the knowledge-tree.
The Buddha's the path
to spirituality.
If only his wisdom
had set the world free.
Not through religion,
his fine philosophy.

for PATTAYA TRADER 172 (C)

THE-KNIGHTMARE-HERS
From a dragon of a dream
you have awoken.
It leaves you weeping, girl,
and heart-broken.

From a dark dungeon
in the depths of your mind
you have emerged, lady,
no lordly-lover to find.
Gone has your prince, false-princess.
The guy found you out a sorceress.

THE-BOHEMIAN-BEAUTY
She was like a Parisienne
with her black beret,
her zebra-striped top
and eye for art, I'd say.

Yes she was like a Parisienne,
a beautiful girl from Paris gay.
Oh for kisses, French kisses,
from zebra-lady in the hay !

A-RUNAROUND-WORLD
Running, running,
after dreams men chase.
Welcome, the newly born,
to the human race.
Running, running, we run run run
round in circles, like the earth the sun.

for PATTAYA TRADER 172 (B)

FIND-A-FLUTTER-ON-BY-
LADY-IT-IS
She's a voodoo doll
and an unpinned butterfly
with whom men
surely desire to lie.

But not for her
the living hell
of a broken-marriage,
gone the spell.
And not for her
the collector's glass-coffin.

THE-STICKLEBACK-JACK'S-NOT-HE
Ride upon a salmon
did tiny Pebblebrook Jack,
better than to go ride
on a prickly stickleback.

Ride upon a salmon
or a rainbow-trout,
sticklebacks stay in water,
while salmon-and-trout leap out.

for PATTAYA TRADER 172 (A)

TEACHER-MARK-TO-STUDENT-Z
"I'll teach you the alphabet,
my mature student be;
sat down at a desk
with your Siamese-woman-beauty.
A present to a foreign pupil,
the lessons all for free;
a gift from an English tutor,
mister-M. to lady-Z."

A-SIAMESE-CAT-GIRL-CAN-SURE-
GET-ITCHY-FEET-YOU'LL-FIND
She is no feminist
though she is a feline.
She is the kind of a cat
whose lives number up to nine.
The girl likes to get around,
will scratch your back with her claws
if you're not an envious guy
who minds a girl with itching paws.

PERSONAL-FAVOURITES-
VERSE-POEM
He: "What's your favourite colour?"
She: "Rainbow."
He: "Your favourite food?"
She: "Knowledge, y'know."
He: "Favourite drink?"
She: "Life, that would be."
He: "Your favourite music?"
She: "Love is my melody."
He: "Who's your favourite personality?"
She: " The kind of person who's like me !"

A-DAILY-DRUG-NOT-ANY-
MORE-GIRL
Hooked on you pretty-woman,
symptoms of withdrawal when away,
I could have sought a cure
but you wer the drug of the day.

Hooked on you pretty-woman?
I am hooked on you no more.
You were a very bad-habit.
Girl you're no longer a heavenly-score.