for PATTAYA TRADER 186 (C)

WORDSHAPES
I will square with you:
though there is no proof,
well-rounded-poems
have the ring of truth.

THE-BROOMWITCH-HOUR-
BY-SHE-RETURNS
A brush of lips against lips,
the girl's swept-up into his arms.
He's under the spell of this white-witch.
She sways her man with oldy-world-charms.

WINNER-SWIMMER
The sun sparkles on the water
like the eyes of Neptune's daughter.
Yes Neptune's daughter I call her
whose words are most surely winning
when in my eyes she says she's now swimming.

THE VERSE-DIVINITY
If there's a woman
behind a poet's success,
then I missed-out
more or less.
If there was one, I'd choose
she we poets call the Muse.

THE-WORD-POWER-POET-
DAMNERS?
He writes down many a word
in his own quiet way.
The strong and silent type,
yet with very much to say.

Yes he writes down many a word
with the courage of his convictions,
though there are those talk a lot
would impose on the poet restrictions.

TIME'S UP?
It is rumoured Charlie Manson
could stop clocks with his stare.
He stopped the ticking of hearts
we are all now well-aware,
in a sure cold, cruel, brutal-killing
that Father Time had a fatal hand in?

for PATTAYA TRADER 186 (B)

THE-BAD-MOUTHING-COMIC'S-
WASTED-END-IT-WAS
To get Lenny Bruce
the police-department failed.
It was with his own hand
the foul-mouthed-comic got nailed.
Over a cracked toilet-bowl,
that perhaps was leaking,
a heavy-shot of heroin
sure ended his potty-speaking.

for PATTAYA TRADER 186 (A)

DANCE-WITH-A-DEAD-STRANGER-
DID-THE-NOW-HANGED-JEALOUS-GIRL
Shoot the guy dead did she.
Gunned him out of sheer jealousy.
They say that love sets you free,
but came death for him, for he.
Yes the girl gunned him down.
Shot him again while on the ground.
To jealous she he'd not been bound,
was known to have fooled-around.
A crime of passion, people say,
but it was jealousy danced that day.

JUST-THE-BAKING-HOT-BLACK-COLOURED-
JOSEPHINE-FOR-DIARIST-MANNY
Colette liked her hot chocolate,
and, yes, she had written so.
Find she was referring to
her lover dark-skinned Jo.
The famous Josephine Baker
was the novelist's hot love-maker.

PARENTS-PRODUCE-PARENTS-TO-BE?
Many live their lives through their children,
and their children may live their lives through theirs,
as if their own lives aren't worth living,
or as if life is won by he who dares.

A-REAL-DEALER
You smoke and smoke
and cough and choke.
I tell you, poor sass,
keep off the grass.
Keep off the dope,
off the Bob-Hope.
Now get the deal,
you're a dozy heel.
A potty chain-smoker.
Just a Bob-Hope-Joker.

for PATTAYA TRADER 185 (E)

THE-HONEY-POT-MOON-
DOWNWARD-POURED
My girl and I lay together spooned.
Outside the window the night was mooned.
The stars, like eyes, our bodies ate
with their glare, our  bed their plate.
I did not take her for my wife.
We did not pair like fork and knife.
My girl and I lay together in a spoon
while poured-down upon us a honeyed-moon.

THE VERSE VOCATION
Everyone has a vocation
but there's seldom a vacancy.
Mine was to be a verse-poet.
Not everyone can see
that they have a vocation.
Trains are missed, or there's no staion.

for PATTAYA TRADER 185 (D)

THE-NIGHTLY-TEEMING-RAIN-
SHE-SURE-HEARS
The traditional honeymoon
has been a long time over
for he and she. In fact for years.
Husband no more her lover,
he's down at the pub.
Loss has replaced both's gain.
She's got the kitchen and bedroom
for a ball and chain.
The bed in which to sleep,
the bed in which to dream.
Or the bed in which to lie
and listen to the rain teem.

CAMBODIA'S-COMMUNIST-KIND

Upon bayonets babies perished.
Children's heads smashed against trees.
Adults lined along dug graves.
Dug by themselves. Death's release
came from rifles not far behind.
Cambodia's killing fields of a Pol Potty mind.

FROM-A-BALLROOM-TO-A-
BEDDING-DOWN-MUSIC-WE'LL-SO-FIND
Girl we'll go romancing
down the streets beneath a moon.
I'll bring you back dancing
from the ball to the bedroom.
And find no lowering of the tone
to say we'll make a music all our own.

for PATTAYA TRADER 185 (C)

A-PEACEMAKER-SMOKESCREEN-POEM
Guns are really equalizers
designed to keep the peace?
Go tell that to the ghosts
of the gunned-down deceased !

A-DOWN-STILTED-STREETWALKER?
Lady who walks the street -
highest of heels upon her feet -
shall the stilettoes feel as long
the next time your shoes are on?
Be worn-down like you? Be as beat?

IMPOSED PLEASANTRY?
Mr Wasp is a nasty thing,
cares not whom he may sting,
while our Mr Bumble
seems so nicely humble.
But then he might have to be,
for just the one sting
has our humble-bumble thing.
Find Mr Wasp has three.
Beware, sometimes, nicety,
people may only play the bee !

FOR-MY-FIGHTER-FATHER-
AND-GRANDFATHER
The white poppy of pacifism
defeats the crimson of the blood
spilt fighting against the evil
for which a demonic dictator stood.
And those who burn red poppies
would have each and everyone forget
that history repeats itself,
 if we people will  so let.

for PATTAYA TRADER 185 (B)

OVERDONE OVERTURES
Too many roses will
bring out her thorns.
Too much cooing
make her kill the dove.
Too many chocolates
sure make the girl fat.
Make the girl fat
and yet so thin on love.

THE FIERCE-CREATURES DOT-TO-DOT
PICTURE-BOOKS FIND
Tigers don't change their stripes.
Leopards don't change their spots.
On this only girls-and-boys of early ages
need open their books, turn the pages,
figure-out cruel life by joining the dots.

MILITANT-MESS-TO-SUSS-OUT-LATER?
Anarchists, socialists-and-communists,
together they try capitalism botch.
Who should then get full-power?
Free-loaders? Be it Big Brother's watch?

for PATTAYA TRADER 185 (A)

KESEY'S-VERY-COSMIC-CARAVAN !
Too young to be a beatnik,
too old to be a hippie;
in his cuckoo caravan
Ken Kesey got very-trippy.
I guess you don't worry about time one bit
when so damn spaced you're out of it !

for PATTAYA TRADER 184 (E)

THE-TROJAN'S-DONKEY-WOMAN-
ACCEPTED-THE-GUY'S-FALSE-GIFT
A greek-like donkey are you,
never looked the gift-horse in the mouth.
Never found-out the man's motives, girl.
Now past the gate, he lives in your pricey house !

A-DEAD-WOMAN-WOOD
They found her in the wood,
bedraggled and skeleton thin.
From their sockets her eyes, unseeing,
were as if she'd been glaring
up at an empty blue sky;
empty as her bottle of gin.
And yet there on her tired-face
there surely was a toothless-grin.

ONLY-A-GOLDEN-FUTURE-FORETELL-
PLEASE-A-GYPSY-GIRL
The gypsy looks into
the goldfish bowl
as if the bowl
is a crystal ball,
and my fortune there foresees.
A fishy future shall not please !

THE-VERY-DIRTY-DEATH-WORK-
COLLECTIVES?
"Work Will Set You Free"
above the labour/death camps in Nazi Germany.
Yes "Work Will Set You Free".
And above the Workers' Party States of the 20th century?

for PATTAYA TRADER 184 (D)

THE-DELTA-OF-VENUS-NOVELIST-
AND-HORNY-HENRY-DIARIST
Anais Nin, stocking filler
for both June and Henry Miller.
Bedded, she, the Miller pair,
published a diary as to the affair.
The joys of erotica did Nin pen.
So, novel even to write about them !?

for PATTAYA TRADER 184 (C)

"THE BELLS ! THE BELLS !!"
Men turned their backs on poetry
long before it lost its rhyme.
Turned their backs and looked-aweay.
"Poetry is dead," they now chime.

"Poetry is dead," they now chime
with a funny kind of glee,
as if of some great hump-like burden
they can go swinging free.

"Poetry is dead," they now chime,
"rung has the death-knell."
But I swing on the pull-rope
that sounds a different bell !

THE GOOD GODS?
Organised religions.
Divisional origins -
in the name of one Good-Lord -
violate the other with the sword.

IT'S-THE-ARROWY-SWIFT-LIFE-HERE
I'm straight as an arrow.
Find no desire to bend
like a bow or an elbow,
though life weave and wend.
Give me girls in my flight
towards the dying of the light.

for PATTAYA TRADER 184 (B)

WORRY
I sure cannot seem to fall asleep.
Far-too-busy counting woolly-brained sheep !

for PATTAYA TRADER 184 (A)

THE-LION'S-SHARE-HAS-SHE
She keeps pet-cats
and treats them posh.
I know of a family
lives on less dosh
she spends on their food.
Lady of a lion-king's brood.

THE-BLUE-EYED-BOHEMIAN-BOY
The screaming kid
and nagging wife
weren't for the guy,
but the boho's life
and artist's Muse.
Yes the artist's Muse
before his eyes,
his baby blues.

TWO-MULES-FOR-SISTER-SARAH-
YOU'LL-NOT-HERE-FIND
Married to a man with money,
she and I are no more talking.
In the street just pass on by.
We do not nod. Keep on walking.

He's bought her, he now owns her,
and there in the bed-down night
she owns him and his money too.
I'll not be her Clint Eastwood tonight !

for PATTAYA TRADER 183 (G)

TOO-UP-NEAR-OUR-PLANET-
WE-ARE-ON-IT
The cosmonaut, Yuri Gagarin,
around our beautiful earth was orbiting:
"People, let us preserve... not destroy it !"
Perhaps we're just to close to enjoy it?

CLASH-KEPT-CITIZENS-SPEECHLESS
The far left and the far right
clashed in a London street fight.
Both opposed the other side's say.
Yes the far left and the far right
clashed in a London street fight.
No free-speech at Speakers Corner that day.