for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (D)

YES-ALONG-TROTTED-
MEATY-RED-TROTSKY
I read about dumb-animals
who the 'Red-Flag' sang,
conned by the three pigs
Bacon, Pork and Ham.
Or Lenin, Stalin, Trotsky.
Trotsky from Stalin ran.
Or did he just trot along
from a fairytale-farm, Orwellian?

KINKY-KICKS
Honor Blackman
Avenging white woman,
titillating tv viewing.
My karate-chop,
my juicy-lamb-chop,
my boyhood pin-up-girl going !

THE-DEATHLY-BUTTERFLY-COLLECTION-
YOU'RE-SURE-TO-FIND
Dead butterflies pinned-down
in an evil-collector's glass case,
that is the collective's lot
as to an off-guard human race.

IT-IS-A-MOON-GOLD-STAG-AM-I-LADY
A hound bays in the night
that is otherwise still.
I hold you close, hold you tight,
I'm like a stag on a hill
crowned with stars and moonlight
for you have been my fill.

YES-A-SELF-SERVED-SLAVE-FIND-ARE-YOU
You speak of love and justice,
but hate and envy rules
in a heart I know to be cold
and in eyes that no-one fools.
You speak of an equality of things,
yet those who disagree you treat as underlings.

for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (C)

YES-IT-WAS-THE-FULL-NIGHT-HOOFERS-
MY-LADY-AND-I
I liked to dance
and she did too;
we'd dance, dance, dance,
the whole-night through.

Yes dance, dance, dance,
the whole-night through;
hoofed it, hoofed it,
did the trotty-horseshoe.

She was my mare,
her stallion I.
under a black
blanketed sky
(inside-the-disco !).

for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (B)

THE-DANCE-OF-DEATH-DOES-
VERY-CRUEL-AND-EVIL-KALI
There was a golden age
a long, long time ago.
Man's in his last stage,
the legend tells us so.

We're in the fourth stage,
Kali does the death-dance.
Crimes of of war sure rage,
she holds men in a trance.

Return the golden age?
The legend tells us so.
It seems a long uphill way,
for down the hill we go.

THE-CUCKOO-BIRD'S-SILLIER-SONG-
I-HEARD
"Nice, nice, nice,
what a silly-word.
It means nothing,"
sang the bird.

"It means pleasant,
unpleasant are you,"
I said to the bird
that's a cuckoo.

LIVING-OVER-THE-HAG'S-
BROMSTICK
Jump over a broom and hitch
did the wizard and the witch.
Black slaves did it, poor folk too.
A way to wed when pennies are few.
Jump over a broom, save the expense,
or just live in sin as man and wench !

for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (A)

THE-GERMAN-PHILOSOPHER-HOFFMANN-TYPE-
VISION-PRISON-FEVER
A haunting Hoffman hallucination
fills your heart with pain and horror.
You can't escape from your head's prison,
or from the pursuing terror.
Caught a feverish-germ have you,
and germy-visions try catch you, too.

for PATTAYA TRADER 196 (F)

SUN-AND-MOUNTAIN-SHADOWS?
I am the mountain to your sun
over a clear blue ocean.
But change will the tides,
crumble my mountain sides,
your sun sink as to devotion?

THE-BLACK-FEATHER-FLIER-
IN-CAP-MINE
Shakespeare had his dark lady,
and a so pretty-she was mine.
A clever black swan
full-of-the-bawdy-bard's-fun,
though poetry not her line.

LI-LO  LADY
Kissed by the sun,
caressed by the sea
the beach that is
as brown as she
whom I will kiss,
whom I will caress
where she lies low
in near-nakedness. 

for PATTAYA TRADER 196 (E)

FAR-OUT-MUSIC-FOR-FOLK-
NOT-IN-TUNE-WITH-THE-LATEST-MOOD
Way out of tune
is the minstrel's mandolin,
and he like a gypsy
in his wandering
plays here and there
and everywhere,
though not at the court
of any king.

Yes way out of tune
is the minstrel's mandolin,
he out of sorts with
the mood folk are in,
playing here and there
and everywhere,
even if moods will
often go swing.

Way out of tune,
he's not one for fashion,
but he'll persist
with romantic passion,
play here and there
and everywhere,
in the journeyman
troubadour tradition.

A WILDE WIT
The Oscar? Yes sure,
and wild applause,
for our playwright buried
across from Britain's shores.

THAI-HUSBAND-HE-
THONGSA?
Thongsa, Thongsa,
in your thong,
girl you have got
this big boy wrong.

Like a little girl
go cry you can
but you've been with
a smaller man.
One who is Thai.
Your husband? Bye !

for PATTAYA TRADER 196 (D)

SHINE-ON-MY-SHOES
Spit and polish?
The girl was 'it'.
The polish, find,
to my spit.
I've a diploma
in English Lit.
Verbal intercourse
with a lovely-wit,
and then the sex.
Weren't we fit !

IT'S-THE-WEALTHY-MAN'S-HEADSTONE
What a very-fine stone
he has for his grave's head.
Glad I'm still alive, if poor,
while he's now rich and dead.

THE-LIVE-UP-TO-WHAT-YOU-WRITE-
VERSE-POEM
Esmerelda, ah Esmerelda,
princess of the soul, though a gypsy.
Esmerelda, ah Esmerelda,
above the mob, above the rulers of the city.
Fictional heroine who showed great pity,
if only some authors weren't bent by fictionality !

A-WEENY-GIRL-GROPER-
IS-NASTY-MR-GLITTER
Gary Glitter, there you are,
a faded and fallen pop-star.
Yes faded and jaded
idol of the teenies
you've a foul-fancy for the weenies.

for PATTAYA TRADER 196 (C)

WILD-INDIAN-WRESTLERS-YES
I wandered into a bar.
Chief Sitting Bull was on a stool.
I asked for a beer, a pint jar,
and being laid back and cool
paid no heed to his talking crap.
It went in one ear, out the other.
I'd no time for his personal attack,
the guy was no peace-pipe lover.
"Think you're Clint Eastwood don't you?
Standing so tall and so calm.
Well let me declare my view,
a rusty-nail has got more charm."
At that walked in Geronimo,
a guy who really likes to scrap.
When chief Sitting Bull had a go
by turning round to him with his crap,
Geronimo was quickly in there.
The beer and the bar-food flew.
Knocked over were the tables and chairs.
He gave little-big horn a right set to.
I took a handful of peanuts
that had not gone flying.
The pair were after blood and guts
and there's plenty of harm in trying.
But the cops had been called
and so came the cavalry.
The two warriors were outside hauled
while I looked on in my tranquility.
I'm glad I didn't have a go,
just left it to wild Geronimo.

for PATTAYA TRADER 196 (B)

LID-FLIPPER
Oh flip his lid
the grand piano did
when he spied the fiddle with her bow.
I know this is corny
but the horns sounded horny
and the trumpet just had to blow.

The violin
is a shapely thing
while the bow's a stick insect.
Yet when they choose it
they make sweet music.
It's hard to believe they connect.

The drum went bang
and the harmonica sang -
in her own kind of way -
of when she would toot
with the stick-like fute
only to find he was gay.

for PATTAYA TRADER 196 (A)

A-COMICAL-CAPERING-YES
I went to a cartoon of a party.
Yes it was comic but also dandy.
On his own was little Lord Snooty
while looking through keyholes caught was katy.
I came across the cat called Corky
and Denis the Menace was being naughty.

Yes I went to a cartoon of a party.
Desperate Dan ate cow-pies heartily.
Biffo the Bear bristled all hairily
at Denis the Menace being naughty
and Pansy Potter, too, got a bit iffy.
They took him outside, it was over in a jiffy.
I was not going to cause a scene so
I sat in a corner and read the Beano.

THE-BRUCE-ALL-BRIGHTY-
LET'S-LEAVE-BLIGHTY-VERSE
Come and fly with me girl,
together we'll catch the sun.
I'll lasso the moon for you
like Jim Carrey for Jennifer Anniston.

Yes come and fly with me,
let us catch an aeroplane;
catch the sun, catch a tan,
and miss the British rain.

BIGGER-THAN-GIANT-BRAN-
IS-THE-CITY
Emerald eyes
from the emerald isle
across a green sea,
Irish-gypsy-type she,
seeks park-lawns
where leprechauns
would also be free
in the stone-giant city.

TOWN-TALKER
You're at it once again
big mouth of the town.
Tie-up that canoe-size shoe
you ever so silly clown.

Make sure you don't trip
over the lies you spout.
Think before you even speak
and don't give me that wide ruby-lipped pout.

You know the hat fits you,
you've truly been a tonic.
But the circus wagon is now leaving,
so why aren't you on it?

for PATTAYA TRADER 195 (G)

IT-IS-A-WINTER-SUN-SO-SHINY-SHE
She is the farmer's daughter
and nothing seems to grow.
Here in the wintertime
she is sunshine on the snow.
Walking across the fields
where does the girl go?
She comes to the town
where you and I both know
many a guy will see her
as sunshine on the snow.

for PATTAYA TRADER 195 (F)

DOUBLE-DEALING-BOB-
AND-WILY-WIFE
"Not a full-shilling,"
he called his niece.
He her uncle crooked
as a ninepenny piece.
"Not worth tuppence,"
said his wife Penny
who charged him for sex,
so he didn't get any !
Ah yes, she was a right-tart,
and her husband a two-bob fart.

for PATTAYA TRADER 195 (E)

IT-IS-MOONLIGHT-BEHIND-
DARKLING-CLOUDS-HER-EYES?
She says that I am as white
as the sun-bleached beach
and my eyes an ocean-like blue.
She is brown, her eyes dark
with yellowy flecks, and each
night-time clouds, moon filtering through?

for PATTAYA TRADER 195 (D)

A-SURE-FIENDISH-WOMAN-
FIND-WE-REAL-FOLK
You can wear a wig,
sunlamp your skin,
wear summery-shades,
grow fat, girl, grow thin,
but you'll not go hide
the fiend that's within.

Cosmetic surgery take,
transplants undergo,
you'll not rid the fiend
sure your skin below.
You've a fixed smile
let's all and sundry know.

for PATTAYA TRADER 195 (C)

SHIPS-THAT-PASS-IN-THE-NIGHT-SURE
Splash of soda in her wine,
sat by me in the Plimsol Line,
high-heeled-shoes on her feet.
No ships sail down the street.
Our night-passing will be fine.

YOU-CAN-PASS-BY-ME-
A-SECOND-TIME-
AFTER-YOU-DIVORCE
A finely formed female -
fit as a gypsy's fiddle -
walked up, passed me by,
gave her butt a wiggle.
In tune with her thoughts I
let her walk nonetheless.
On her hand a wedding ring,
it does fail to impress.

PSYCHOANALYST-AND-
PSYCHIC-ASSISTANT?
Freud couldn't fathom
what the women wanted,
and his colleague Jung
by mysticism was haunted.
Psychology, yes psychology,
women and mysticism. A mystery !

for PATTAYA TRADER 195 (B)

WAR AND LOVE
Juliet, oh Juliet,
daughter of a Capulet.
Romeo, oh Romeo,
son of a Montague, we know.
Warfaring families,
like Mafia or Royalty.
By family is set great store
and even lovers can be at war !

for PATTAYA TRADER 195 (A)

RIOT SQUAD?
'Twas a baton-wielding bobby
who was to start the riot.
Protestors with their placards
marched peacefully, quiet.
Political activists joined,
tried to hijack the scene;
various other parties too,
vying for our tv screens.
Itchy fingers had the bobby,
yes itchy fingers had the PC.
The long arm of the law
can beat you at anarchy !

A-PEA-POD-PAIRING-POEM
Politicians and pissheads
sure give it the big-gob.
Pissheads and politicians,
twin-party peas in a pod.

THE-SNOW-COLD-DEAD-
MONKEYMAN-HE?
The guy gets into mischief.
Sure is a 'snow' junkie.
He'll end up icy dead
as one day an arctic-monkey?

for PATTAYA TRADER 194 (F)

YES-BY-BOOK'S-HOOK-
SO-CAUGHT
The brook is bedded
with rocks of lime.
Your pages are headed
with titles of rhyme.
The green on the rocks
of the babbling brook;
the black on the white
in your poetry book.
Auden, he loved lime
though his verses are fine.
Fish out of water, you're hooked.

for PATTAYA TRADER 194 (E)

A-FISH-OUT-OF-BRITISH-WATER?
She dined on escargot
and wined on ros'e.
She liked to French-kiss
and she lived in Calais.
A strange kind of fish
for a lady very English !

for PATTAYA TRADER 194 (D)

FORESEEING-LUCK-IN-A-
ROYAL-FACED-CRACKED-CUP?
Reading the tea-leaves,
will the gypsy see luck
there at the very-bottom
of your cracked Coronation cup?
The gypsy tells you what she's seen.
You have had tea with the Queen !

for PATTAYA TRADER 194 (C)

SOD'S LAW !
When the girl was born -
I hear on the grapevine -
that her mother was torn.
Said "She's anybody's but mine !"

Prophetic words were spoken,
she foretold a future time
when I would be awoken,
the girl's anybody's but mine !

The girls anybody's but mine !
Ah yes, anybody's you'll find.
Went around with every guy in town,
the girl's anybody's but mine !

A-SHOWY-RODEO-RIDER'S-WOMAN-
SHE-IS-NOT
Bucking bronco,
cowboy of the rodeo
you're all show.
She sees through.

Bucking bronco,
the girl's a no-go.
Drop your lasso
you yahoo !

BENEATH-THE-BEDLINEN-
DALLIES-HER-SORE-MOTHER
She used to be a young-lover,
but now the woman is a mother
who's like Sherlock Holmes, undercover.
She seeks evidence in the quarters
of her offspring; the bedroom that's her daughter's.
As did her own sore mum, will she find
lost-virginity a figment of her suspect-mind?

CORRECTION:

The last post should be 194  (B).

for PATTAYA TRADER 149 (B)

THE-DOWN-HUNTED-SUN
Sabre-tooth-like icicles
freeze-frame a picture
of a winter that is
a cruelly cold tiger,
far from the liony-sun
I've bagged in South-Asia.

for PATTAYA TRADER 194 (A)

THE-NOW-HOT-AND-SPICEY-
PATTAY-LADY-TAKEAWAYS-
I-DO-DECLARE
That's the way it goes
at the Go-For-It go-go.
The guys will come
to see the girlie show.
Yes the guys will come,
find each of them solo.

The girls bump-and-grind
and hope a guy'll choose her.
Along the go-going line
nobody wants to be a loser.
winsome women one-and-all,
dance, dance, dance and ball.

INSIDE-THE-WOWIE-PATTAY-
POCAHONTAS'S-CONDO
A Pocahontas, she
invited me
for green tea
and good company
in her tepee.

Redskinned, she's
not all-Siamese
and as to 'tepee'
I've taken liberties
as she'd with me !
Pow-wow, y'know,
therein her condo.

ORAL-TRANSLATION-IT-SURE-IS-SA
I have taught English
to various nationalities
while living in the land
of Thais, of Siamese.

Didn't I teach you girl
how Britons tongue-kiss?
A language of lovers
passed-through the lips.

A-DAMN-PRETTY-VILLAGE-IDIOT-TYPE-
OF-GIRLIE-NO?
Were you as deep as an ocean
with a heart big as a city,
fallen from the moon's mansion
would you have been, oh pretty,
who's revealed shallow, small,
a village's wet-fool with gall.

for PATTAYA TRADER 193 (G)

I THINK THEREFORE I AM?
Like a fish out of water,
the fish left to dry;
I drink thereof
not am I !

YES-SHE-BATHES-IN-THE-SEA-
ONLY-BY-THE-MOON'S-PALISH-LIGHT
The girl's not comfortable with her brown-skin,
says that she wishes for it  to have a whitening,
and so she shall shade herself from the hot sun
and hope that she will lose her skin of dun,
or look like her Far-South-Eastern nobility.
"Why you go tan?" asks my brown-beauty.

for PATTAYA TRADER 193 (F)

THE-MOONLIGHT-LADY-THAI
The girl with the Foster Grants,
in the T-shirt and hot-pants,
at whom men have made passes
on this so sunny afternoon...
Yes the girl with the dark-glasses,
the one who's known as Lady Moon,
she lives for the nightclub-scene.
Until comes evening guys, just dream.

WHEELER-FREE-AM-I-STILL-
HOUSEWIFE-AND-A-TRUE-DRUDGE
My freedom you now begrudge,
girl who wed and became a drudge.
You said that love must set you free,
but mixed up love with matrimony.
You were already free, and I'm still
free-wheeling down your upward hill.

A MULTI-VERSE
From the explosive-loneliness
of being just the one
was born our world, the stars
and our liony-faced sun?

The No-thing, the No-name,
some call the Godhead,
all-around in the rounds
of all living, and the dead?

A BLUE-BIRD
The picture painter
was a poetess too.
When she painted
her pictures were blue
and when she wrote
she used blue ink,
not black or red,
and as to drink
she drank and drank
till she turned blue.
On our blue planet
it's no big to-do.

for PATTAYA TRADER 193 (E)

A-SNAILS-SILVERY-TRAVEL-TRAIL
A pack
on his back,
sets off the snail.
No need
for speed
on his silver trail.

No need
for speed
wherever he so roam.
The pack
on his back,
he is always home !

for PATTAYA TRADER 193 (D)

A BLUSHY-TOUCHY-TUSH !
It was twice nightly
with a Holly Golightly,
a prickly-girl of kind.
Not a Audrey Hepburn
but sure up for a turn
that would help her down-wind.
Yes wind-down she would
redder than a berry in full bud.

for PATTAYA TRADER 193 (C)

A-TEACHER'S-REAL-PEACHY-
LESSONS-IN-PATTAYA
All-year-round sun,
truly new tradition.
Drink, ladies and fun,
such a coalition !
I'll make my confession,
Pattaya cured my depression !

A-LIFE-NOW-FULL
A fullfilled life,
though not yet over.
A fullfilled cup.
Ah to lie in clover
with four-leaved luck,
a bottle of red-wine
and a further lover.
Kiss away the sour-emptiness
of early years far from their best.

SUN-YELLOWY-FINE-
ROSE-FLOWER-FIND?
Ah yellow rose
with yellow hair,
her yellow clothes
so sunshiny fair.

Oh yellow rose
be on no brier,
for a thorny-reply
I shouldn't desire !

SIN-AND-CELEBS?
Cynthia Payne, or Sinny Pain?
Her laugh was like a gurgling-drain.
Head of a house that was on the game,
she'd a dungeon full of famous names !

for PATTAYA TRADER 193 (B)

THE-OTHERWORLDLY-POET
Rimbaud and Baudelaire
altered their states of mind
with opium and whores
and stuff of such kinds.
Sitwell told Ginsberg
that a poet who's true
need not go indulge
as did those poetic-two.
For me it is that I find
poetry itself another state of mind !

for PATTAYA TRADER 193 (A)

A-MUSE-VACANCY-VERSE
Some poets await inspiration,
they do not intrude.
No they do not trespass.
A hermit-type solitude,
a monk-like meditation,
comes in the interlude
for others who time can't pass
awaiting the Muse's visitation.

YES-IT-IS-WITH-A-HEADY-
GOBLET-GIRL-DROWN-I-DO-IN-WINE
Like a girl in a colossal cup
from which the gods come down to sip,
you swim in wine. I lap you up.
The taste of you on my tongue's tip
is a flavour that is so divine,
though it's your head swims, as drowns mine.

TOWARDS-THE-GOLDEN-SUN-RODE-
HER-OLD-FABULOUS-BEAST-ON-HIGH-
A-DIAMOND-FINE-GIRL
Into the icy air
went the slider, the glider.
Across snow-topped mountains
flew the griffin-rider.

Through icy skies,
her beast a skater,
rode into the sun
the griffin-guarded treasure.