for PATTAYA TRADER 175 (E)

A-NON-TOO-ROUNDED-EARTH
The zero was the egg
from which emerged the earth.
A well-rounded zero,
but not a well-rounded birth.

FALSE-PROPHETS-FOOL-ALL-PEOPLES
I cannot love whom I don't like,
for it'd make of me a liar.
There are those pretend to love
and do-to-death with holy-fire.

No I cannot love whom I don't like,
though there are those who desire
to manipulate with the word 'love'
when it is hate they really sire.

WORLD-WIDE-
COLLECTIVE-CAUTION
One world? Ah I see !
where then a man to flee
were that world one tyranny?
Better our island of the free
(and an isolated individuality)
than be slaves with the great-majority?

TOP-THESE-THREE-UTOPIAS !
The French Revolution
led to the Terror
that the Russian Revolution
was equally to go mirror.
What of the American Revolution?
It led to a gun-toting institution !

THE-SURE-RIGHT-SHOWER
Brain showering, not storming?
Just how wet can get
the chuckling humorous
politically correct?!

for PATTAYA TRADER 175 (D)

FIND-MELTED-DOWN-MEMORIES-
ONCE-FROZEN
When I awakened
upon my pillow
to spy a tomtit
in the willow
outside my room,
outside my window,
I spied, too, tracks
there in the snow.

Yes I spied tracks
there in the snow
that led me back
to times long-ago
where the days
were sunshiny-yellow
like the tomtit's breast.
Ah my fine fellow,
sure find that she
is no more frozen in memory.

for PATTAYA TRADER 175 (C)

YES-SURE-COMES-A-BAD-
BLACK-CLOUDSHIP
Swimming through the skies
of a big-sunshiny-dream
like white bird Peter Pan
in his outfit of leafy-green,
or even like a spirit
on its way back home
having its old-outfit
of human flesh outgrown.
Waking in the dull-morn
with its grey outlook
and the drifting-dark-cloud
of a shady Captain Hook?

for PATTAYA TRADER 175 (B)

DEVIL-DUO'S-VERY-
DESPOTIC-PACT
Communists and fascists,
both a pact made
(Mussolini had been both),
but then on his comrade
devil-black Hitler launched an attack,
devil-red Stalin showing his back.

for PATTAYA TRADER 175 (A)

IT'S-A-BEDROOM'S-
BOSSY-BOOTS-ONLY
Your sisters don't like you
for turning men on
with the micro-skirts
that you brazenly-don,
the very-low cleavage
of your flimsy-tops,
the thigh-high boots
and the riding-crops.
No your sisters don't like you
but what do you care?
You look even lovelier
in your tight underwear !

DINING-IN-DUO-WE?
I'll cook you dinner,
serve you red-wine.
Ah yes, my dear,
come with me dine.

The night is young,
much younger than we.
Let's toast young love
and its memory.

FIND-A-HAND-AND-
THE-FEET
Walked over too-many-times
from when I was young,
I held out a helping-hand,
you took my fingers and my thumb.
Don't ask forgiveness
I feel cold and numb.

STARRY-RISER
As rises my star
hers shall fall,
she could not tell
the truth at all,

and now her lies
find her out
it's down to earth
with a clout.

FIND-THE-FREEWHEELER'S-
RIGHT-HERE
I made sacrifices find
when I was young,
and now I have earnt
the perfect-freedom
to say it is your turn. How
the wheel as spun in the Eternal Now.

Correction:

Verse below should read:

I too am one,
but was a miner.

for PATTAYA TRADER 174 (E)

IT-IS-A-NOVELTY-VERSE-YES
D.H. Lawrence
was a miner's son.
Became a teacher.
I too am one.
I'll own to it
there's another twist:
I am a verse-poet,
he was a poet and novelist.

for PATTAYA TRADER 174 (D)

WILL-LOVE-EVER-YOU-VERSE?
"I'll always love you lover,"
that is what she said.
"Will always love you lover,
you are ever in my head.
I'll always love you lover,
welcome to my bed."
The girl and I have grown apart.
In her head? Can't be in her heart.

for PATTAYA TRADER 174 (C)

BLUE-TROUSERED-BELLE
He's home from the navy
for a very brief spell.
His girl grabs her guy
by his jacket's lapel,
then cruises on a kiss
the bell-bottomed belle.

QUESTION-EVEN-ME-SAID-
THE-NIRVANA-QUESTING-BUDDHA
"Question everything, sure,
then question the question,"
I once overheard
in a buddhistic conversation.

THE-ONESIDED-WORLD'S-
OVERHEAVY-OVERTURN-VERSE?
Where there is love
the balance is hate?
Where there is good
the balance is evil?
The early bird gets worms out late,
beware Saints the imbalanced devil?

YES-LIKE-A-DOCKSIDE-
DAISY-ARE-YOU
You are my port of call
and I am your sailor.
You're the torn nylon-stocking
and I am your taylor.
You are the cell's open-door,
I'm the key and not your jailer.

BOOK-BURNER LOOKS
Communists burn books,
fascists sure burn books.
Fanartical Islam's burning looks.

VANITY-IN-VOGUE
When it comes to spirit
she is meritless,
though materially
she's a success.
She lives for cameras.
Let the film roll.
There's a tribe says
pictures steal your soul.

NEAR-THE-OTHER-SUN?
Are we the other world
to some out there?
Are we the alien beings
to some by another star?

Maybe we are way ahead?
Might we be behind, perhaps?
Neither planets to come close
like the sun and moon in eclipse.

for PATTAYA TRADER 174 (B)

CARRY-ON-THE-CROW-LADY-
I-HAVE-COLD-FEET
We passed by in the street.
Upon her face she'd crow's feet.
It is now long ago met we
across the street, under the tree
that stood, then, in the snow,
marks left by the feet of a crow.