for PATTAYA TRADER 192 (G)

A-MEDITATIVE-MEDIUM-VERSE
Some veer to the Left
and some to the Right.
Some believe in a God,
some in love at first sight.
Here in my middle-age
I'm just more meddlesome
with the otherworldly,
a sort of poet-medium.
Yes a poet-medium find,
who espies his fair Muse
in a verseful vision
of good and bad news.

for PATTAYA TRADER 192 (F)

THE-WOMAN-HAD-A-BALL-
WHLE-IT-LASTED
A new dance-partner
every Saturday night.
She'd as many husbands
for the rest of her life,
after she gave up the ballroom.
Dance do, stop, with the love-song's tune.

GO-CHANGE-SHALL-WE-ALL-
IN-AN-ETERNAL-NOW
The past and the future,
the here and the now.
The present's not perfect
but Time will never allow
perfection, where all is change,
and all change is Time.
Perfection is that state
called The-Universal-Mind.

for PATTAYA TRADER 192 (E)

NAUGHTY-BUT-THRICE?
I once knew a cute-virgin,
though not Biblically,
who went to bed with a guy
who had not one but three !

A guy with three penises.
She told all you see.
All then said she'd gone to bed
with every Tom, Dick and Hairy !

for PATTAYA TRADER 192 (D)

AN-OSPREY'S-SPYING-EYE
The osprey upon the hill
spies beneath the surface of the sea
a fish. Swoops eager eagle he,
spears and takes his scaly-fill.
To one with a discerning eye
ospreys can swim, fish can fly?

FLYING FISHILY?
Were man meant to fly
he'd be born with wings?
Were man meant to swim
then why hasn't he fins?

THE-DEATH-DEFYING-KISSES-
CAN-SOME-FIND
Of Rimbaud and Baudelaire
you drink-in their French-air,
their joys and depths of despair.
The harlot's stockings on the chair,
on the bed her underwear,
the sunken boat going nowhere;
how many have been there?
All men who sail take care,
shipwrecks, Sirens, are everywhere.
But sometimes in the Siren's lair,
drowning in her arms and hair,
the sea-of-life-sailor finds her fair.

THE-DAMN-AN-ADVERSARY-VERSE-
IS-THIS
The perverted priest
clasps fingers and thumbs,
his hands in prayer
for virgin choirboys' bums !
The collection box
will see him fine
when he's shoved back
all the altar wine !
He came on a bike,
will leave in a car.
His kind of god
forgives such curs !

RENDEZVOUS-WITH-THE-SUREFIRE-
RICOCHET-OF-DEFINING-KARMA?
The guy, he kicked out,
and the world kicked back.
Like a bullet on the rebound
returned to him his attack.
Action led to reaction,
hobnail-booted bittery-Jack !

A-GIRL'S-DRUGGY-KICKS-
AND-TRICKS
They call the girl Trixie.
She calls her clients "tricks".
Her guy is a drug-pusher.
From this pimp gets her fix.
He beats her black and blue
as trickydicky kinds are want to.

for PATTAYA TRADER 192 (C)

VERY-TALL-TITLES-AND-SMALL-VERSES?
My alliterative verse-titles -
often longer than my short poems -
regard as just the giants, yes do,
who introduce the dwarfs, the gnomes.

THE-BENEVOLANT-LION-TYPE-
BEHIND-A-MOONMAN
The man in the moon
is almost done.
Show his face soon
the lion-like sun.

The lion-like sun,
sure find do,
is light and life
for the man-faced moon.

CORRECTION:

A-DAMN-FATAL-FLUID-FUEL-FOOL-IT-IS should be the title of the verse you'll find on scrolling farther down. The titles tend to be long because I like their alliteration !

for PATTAYA TRADER 192 (B)

A-DRAGONLAND-GIRL-
MY-DREAMY-DEM
Oh Dem, ah Dem,
you were my demijohn,
your lips were the wine
I got heady upon.

Oh Dem, ah Dem,
you were the flagon
from which I drank
in the land of the dragon.

UNDER-THE-CLOSEST-ROCK-YOU'D-
LIKE-TO-GO-AND-HIDE-NOW-GIRL?
Girl don't you feel so small
you could mount a lizard, let it crawl
beneath the nearest stone?
Girl don't you feel the size
of one of a green lizard's eyes
you could mount its back, leave home?
Green-eyed jealousy have you let run
just like a green lizard out in the sun.

A-WOUNDING-DIVA-VERSE
She was hot-bloodedly tropical
as well as being topical
and often a cause for controversy.
She'd a tongue of sharp-steel
whose damn-cuts would never heeal.
Folk named her Madam Machete.
Yet when she sang, 'twas a cure
not for any wound, but any sore.

THE-BUDDHIST-REBIRTH-
SORT-OF-THING-VERSE-NO?
You can lose your memory
and sure forget your identity,
and yet you still can be
a functioning part of humanity
as if you'd been born again,
a different person but the same !

for PATTAYA TRADER 192 (A)

A-LIBRARY-LADY-YES
Lady in the library
with the beautiful looks
and, behind blue eyes,
a brain full of books;
I'd read you better were we lovers
inbetween other than book-covers !

LATE-'70s-VISITATION-YES
We left England that day,
took the hovercraft to Calais.
Visited Pere Lachaise
after arriving in the city;
the graves of Wilde so-witty,
singer Morrison. Laid to waste
with several other celebs
whose works are sure not dead.

A-DAMN-FATAL-FLUID-FUEL-
IT-IS
Fueled with a fluid
are the junkie's veins.
Fueled with a fluid
the streets, the lines,
mapped on his arm.
Fueled with a fluid,
stuck in the needle
like a knife a druid
did the ghostly guy.
It's no self-sacrifice,
just a suicide trip.
Victim of deadly-vice.

MISS-MERITLESS-HAMMERS-HOME-
HER-CLASSROOM-LECTURE
I can no more sympathise,
nor do I even empathise.
It's you need bringing down to size.
You speak, girl, of an equality
and try to put one over on me
like a slave seeking superiority.
But I see no slave in your eyes,
I see a dull inadequecy.

ONE WORLD?
The world of art,
the world of books,
the underworld
of killers and crooks.
Our world beneath the sun.
Too many to reduce to one !

A-BUTTERFLY-NETTED-REAL-HIGH-
KICKING-THAI-LADY-FIND-YES
The lady Thai
kicked so high
in The Butterfly.
I liked her set.
Yes the lady Thai
kicked so high
in The Butterfly.
Fell my net !

THE-GIRL-HUNGRY-HUNTMAN-TRAP
A doe-eyed lady
he hoped to bag,
but came across
the quagmire hag.
Hunter of woman
in earnest sought
to bag a beauty,
by hag got caught.

for PATTAYA TRADER 191 (F)

YES-ORPHEUS'S-FINE-LYRE-
THESE-LINES-ARE-WITHOUT
Unlike Orpheus with his lyre, girl,
I've no music to carry my words.
My verses carry their own music,
may they soar with the birds
or dive-down deep into your hell
and free you from a dark-god's spell.

for PATTAYA TRADER 191 (E)

IF-HE-IS-THE-LAUGHABLE-BARROOM-STAR-
FIND-I'LL-BE-YOUR-BEDROOM-STAR-DEAR-LADY !
The moon's a balloon
when you're poetry-driven,
and you're out on a limb
with that Errol Flynn,
just ask David Niven.

Up-the-stairs like Fred Astaire
girl let us go dancing,
I'll play the lodger
with you Ginger Rodgers,
high on our romancing.

Errol's drunk a barrel
and is now full of laughs.
He thinks he's a star.
Leave him in the bar.
Girl I want your autograph.

THE-CHRISTIAN-SOLDIER-
DECLARES-WAR-ON-JUICY-TELLY?
Sex on his telly?
No, not for he.
Bacon, egg that runs
inside a butty-bun,
sweet cup of tea,
films with big guns.
An extra-large family.

for PATTAYA TRADER 191 (D)

YES-A-BOXED-N-BY-THE-HAIR-
FRAMED-BEAUTY-MAN-WAS-I
It was as if my eyes
were glued to her long-locks
and the face that they framed,
her so very pretty looks.
But looks don't mean everything.
Think outside the box.

DESPERATE-PROMISE-TO-
A-DEAD-MAN-IT-WAS
From a death-camp he escaped.
Swore he would live his life for two.
Chosen for that day's executions,
they had to take another Jew
when he hid behind a woodpile.
That night he made his getaway.
But he never lived his life for two.
Life itself just got in the way.

for PATTAYA TRADER 191 (C)

LANE-LOVER-VERY-NEW
We've seen it before.
We know of a pair
who've been wed too long.
Who'll have an affair?
It's very much a waiting game.
Who'll go first down new-lover lane?

for PATTAYA TRADER 191 (B)

A-FAULTY-BELIEF-OVERTURNED-
A-GRIEVING-YOUNG-WOMAN
The girl has got a new belief
now she's turned over an old leaf.
She'd had a belief that gave her grief;
had too much faith in a thief
who said he'd change his every way.
He's changed hers it is just fair to say !

YES-THE-LOVELY-YOUNG-WOMAN-WANTED-
A-WOULD-BE-HUSBAND-NOT-A-
WILL-BE-LOVER
I gave the girl my number
though I knew she wouldn't ring,
and so I did not await her.
Now let me tell you something...
She had got my phone number
no hope of a future wedding-ring.

NON-FUNCTIONAL-WORLD-ROUND-
FAMILY-SURE
Mankind is one big family?
Then it is dysfunctional,
and black-sheep of the family
try to blind us with their wool.

CREATIVITY-VERSE
Don't have time to be creative?
Perhaps creative you just are not
if you cannot create the time
to think, to plot and to down jot.

DELUSION-AND-ILLUSION
As a poet I am prolific
but let me be specific:
I might-well be wordy
while also otherworldly.
And yet don't dreamy we
seek out a new reality?

for PATAYA TRADER 191 (A)

FINE-BUTTERFLY-DANCE-DAY-
IT-IS-STROLLING-AROND-MARTON-YES
From the Fairy Dell
and its waterfall
up-along Gypsy Lane
to the nearby home
of that captain, Cook,
then on to the park -
farther on from Marton -
his birthplace museum -
therein Stewart's Park
with swan and stork
and butterfly big ball,
as in the Fairy Dell.

TRIPPED-UP-BY-THE-HEART-HE
The guy fell for a girl.
Broken was a body part.
But broken not by the fall.
The girl broke his heart.

GUY-IN-A-DOG-DEN-YES
He's in the doghouse,
and a chain she'd hitch
to her straying man.
Barks at him like a bitch.

He came in real-drunk
and now dry as a bone
he can only lie low
in the duo's doggy-home.

FIND-WOLFWOMAN-BATHROY-
IN-A-BLOODBATH-BATHED
Evil Elisabeth Bathroy
was a bloody baroness.
Some called her "Werewolf."
Some called her "Vampiress."

In the blood of virgins
bathed the ageing bat.
Vanity drove to their veins
the very-cruel aristocrat.

Evil Elisabeth Bathroy
thought youth could regain
in every drop of blood
an old-wolf can go drain.

for PATTAYA TRADER 190 (G)

DEAR-EMERALD-EYES-
IT'S-TIME-I-LEAVE
Give me Andersen and Grimms,
you take The Hobbit and Lord-Of-The-Rings.
Yes you go take Tolkien,
I'll take Grimms and Andersen.
Leprechauns and very lucky clover?
The fairytale of our affair's now over.

HAND-IN-GLOVE-WITH-YOU-
LOVER-GIRL-MINE
You the glove,
I the hand,
you my girl,
I your man.

I the hand,
you the glove,
let us unite,
let's make love.

UP YOUR BRACKET
You drive around in cars,
ask why I go on foot.
Find I've two legs I can use,
and these two fingers say (Up the butt !)

for PATTAYA TRADER 190 (F)

THE-PICTURY-POEM-FRAME-
YOU-CAN-RIGHT-HERE-FIND
A picture can paint a thousand words
and a few words paint a thousand pictures,
coming across within the frame, the strictures,
of a dreamy-poem that is seen or heard.

WINNERS-AND-LOSERS
There is something somewhat amiss
when behaving like Oliver Twist
we ask for more and more
seeing that we are relatively-poor
compared to those who live uptown
and lord it like they wear a crown.
We say that it'd be far best
if the world relied less and less
on money, while yet wanting it,
making each-one of us a hypocrite,
and playing the national lottery
only proves our great dishonesty.
"Someone has to win," we say,
"let it be all others who lose today !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 190 (E)

IN-MINT-CONDITION-
WAS-NOW-PAST-SHE
La Belle Stuart, chaste-duchess,
there on the coinage of the nation.
The girl modelled as Britannia.
Cost a pretty-penny to gain intimation?

for PATTAYA TRADER 190 (D)

A-REAL-HIGH-AEROPLANE-POEM?
'Whatever Happened To Baby Jane?'
I can tell what happened to you.
Some of us are on a higher plane,
some of us on the underground train
that runs off the rails, poor girl who
is off the mark and off Mark, I
being off you Jane, off you, girl, too.
Yes some of us appear to go fly,
some of us appear to ever crash.Why
is that Jane? Heights just not for you?

for PATTAYA TRADER 190 (C)

THE-OLD-AND-WISE-NIGHT-TIME-
WATCHOWLS-SHALL-AWAKE
Outside my window
the seagulls wheel.
Hills left, bridge right,
in front a school.
Soon set the sun
and stars like eyes
will peep on in
and owls sure rise.
On the school's roof
may one go alight
and be a watchman
in the dark night.

FRUIT-AND-VEGETABLE-GIRL-YOU-ARE-
VALERIE-I-FIND
You can't eat living things,
though beef is surely dead-meat,
and that fruit was living, girl,
till you picked it for a treat !

A-WATERWORLD-WOMAN-AND-I?
You say I'm young-looking for my age.
You tell me that's just the truth.
Perhaps I was baptised, lovely-girl,
in the legendary fountain of youth?

You are young and mermaid-like
with your sweet off-shore charms.
My star-sign is the water-carrier,
let me lift you up here in my arms.

for PATTAYA TRADER 190 (B)

ACT-CUPID-NOT-I
I am not the one to play cupid.
I'm no Jane Austen match-maker.
Got them together? Someone else did.
I don't want to be the credit-taker
who will later get the damn blame
should they fall foul in the marriage-game.

for PATTAYA TRADER 190 (A)

GREER-SURE-DOESN'T-UNDERSTAND-
JIM-MORRISON'S-LYRICAL-CREATION
Germaine does not know
what it is to wallow in the mire
happy as pigs in muck
after lighting a mutual fire.

Germaine doesn't know
how to get even higher
by giving it another go.
No desire or just retired?

SUCH-A-BRASHY-BLONDE-IS-SHE
They call her Mayfair Madge.
She wears success like a badge.
Elevated up from the streets
where she'd sang for sweets and treats,
down to her roots hair dyed fine.
Even her childhood. "That wasn't mine !"

SOME MAY, SOME WILL
The lady's hair tied-up,
or the lady's hair let-down,
on the beauty's head
go place a gold-crown.

Go place a gold-crown
on the beauty's head.
Were the lady a leader,
by beauty might I be led.

TAKE-TREAT-TIP-MINE
The girl charmed me
with cheap champagne
and her strawberry-lips.
The girl warmed me
with her sweet laughter
and firm shapely-hips.
Champagne and strawberries,
they go down a treat,
yes take my tip.

for PATTAYA TRADER 189 (E)

ONESELF
I talk to myself
and myself talks to me.
We two are as one,
no split-personality !
We speak, yes we speak,
we speak but quietly.
Best not be overheard.
You and yourself agree?

CALLED-A-POET-AND-
COMEDIAN-AM-I
She said to me
"You sure are funny,
and laughter's a tonic !"
There are the days
when the poet plays
and ladies call him a comic.

SEASONAL-ADJUSTMENT-DISORDER-
DEAR-GIRL?
Find love and laughter
are serious things,
can make girls queens
and guys kings.
But love doesn't make you glad.
The sun, not rain, makes you sad.

THE-CLEAR-SKY-BLUE-TRUTH-
OUT-WILL-COME
Lies, lies, lies,
find all about
like a swarm of flies,
but truth will out.

Ah truth will out
like a butterfly
climbing on upwards
to a clear blue sky.

LOVED-THE-HEAVENLY-ORGANIST-
THE-SO-DEVOUT-GIRLS !
He perfected the seed-drill,
performed each Sunday, this man who
played on the church organ
for the congregation to listen to.
The ladies declared his music beautiful
who knew the man, Jethro Tull.

for PATTAYA TRADER 189 (D)

IT'S-A-DON-DUCK'S-LECTURE-ON-
THE-UNCERTAIN-BOOKS-HE-CALLS-BEST
There are the dons,
the Donald Ducks,
who tell us "Read
the best of books."

"The best of books,"
they so profess.
Do tell us, quacks,
which your damn best?

THE-BACK-AROUND-WHEEL?
No longer the child you were,
no more the young woman too,
sure turns the wheel-of-life
for ever-changing you.
From the womb to the tomb.
From the tomb to the womb?

for PATTAYA TRADER 189 (C)

LEFT-THE-ELEPHANTS'-GRAVEYARD-
TO-GO-OVERSEAS-AND-DWELL-IN-ANOTHER?
I met Spike Milligan
as well as George Melley
when the celebs visited
Saltburn by-the-sea.
Saltburn is a small town
wealthy-widows attracts;
there they go retire,
tough-hides and tusks !
Here I'm just being joky,
but I DID meet the pair
before living in Siam,
Elephants found out there !

THE-BOHO-SO-SOHO-BLUE?
A free-thinking woman
and free-loving too,
the arty-bohemian type,
not one for the wedded-life,
some guys call her a guttersnipe.
They're not artists but paint her very-blue !

THE-BAWDY-BARD-
BORED-THROUGH-BOREDOM
Bored, the bard
wrote like a bawd.
'Twas from his quill
find plenty-ink spilled,
his writing became less hard !

RETURN-TO-UNBORN-WE
We are born to die,
yes death comes to we
on this wheeling globe
with its cyclic seas
and circular seasons.
We are born, we grow,
and ther we return
to a rounded-zero.

TONGUE-TIER?
She gives him much lip,
the girl's tongue is a whip.
Get even shall her guy,
her tongue he will tie.
Over her damn words she'll trip !

for PATTAYA TRADER 189 (B)

THE-WASTE-OF-TME-AND-SPACE?
Perhaps we'll be monkeys
on which to experiment?
Perhaps we'll be damn-fleas
which to swat, being an irritant,
should someone from outer-space
set foot on earth, show his face?
Perhaps he'll be more benign
than we who are a waste in Time?

THE-HOT-AND-BOTHERED-
HOUSEWIFE-IT-IS-FIND
She's very busy with her hands,
washes all the pots and pans
after making him another damn meal.
Sweeps the kitchen floor and then
goes to pick-up their two children
from school. Her head begins to reel.
Jobless husband just watches tv.
It's food and satellite dishes for he.

for PATTAYA TRADER 189 (A)

NO-THE-DERELICT-BUM-WON'T-
QUITE-BE-HOMELESS-THIS-DAMN-NIGHT
There are only the three walls
and rooms with collapsing ceilings.
A doss-down place; he is keeling.
He'd better sit before he falls.
The liquor has got him licked.
Like the house the bum is a derelict.

for PATTAYA TRADER 188 (H)

THE-HOPELESSLY-CRUSHED-
GRAPES-GIRL-IS-COLD-SHE
She drinks from the cup of love.
There is ice in the wine.
What should've warmed her heart
chills instead her mind.
Find sometimes a relationship
can be such a crushing-bind.

LOCK AND CHAIN
Like a tired Houdini,
he was to break their wedlock
when she, his wife, chained him
to workloads around the clock !

THIS-HERE-SIMILE-MIGHT-NOT-
RAISE-THE-SMILE !
If you don't understand metaphor,
nor understand an allegory,
and are not aware of innuendo
or the power of mythology,
then you won't care for my poems.
You're like a thicket. That is simile !

TRULY-LITTLE-INTELLIGENCES-
INTIMIDATE-WITTY-GIRL
Where are her clever clogs?
Where are her smarty pants?
Bare-legged and barefooted
her wit falls foul of biting ants !

for PATTAYA TRADER 188 (G)

WORKED-TO-A-TOTALLY-CRUEL-DEATH
My father fought in World-War-II.
He saw men carry the bodies out.
Corpses of Gypsies and of Jews.
Victims of the evil Nazi-Krauts.
A foul smell lingered in the air,
in the soldiers' mouths was a bad taste.
"Work Will Set You Free," declared
the words above the death-camp's gate.

for PATTAYA TRADER 188 (F)

THE-FEMALE-FAUSTUS'S- FALSE-FIGHT-FOR-FAME To Memphistopheles your soul you sold out of lust for fame, for stardom's gold. Caught up with you the lies and cheating; gave you, wicked girl, one hell of a defeating.