CORRECTION:

AGAIN, 2003  (B) should be 203  (B) ! And 'sun-star' might be better as 'sun or star' in NATURE'S-KINGS-AND-QUEENS

for PATTAYA TRADER 203 (C)

POLITICAL-PAINTINGS-AND-
POETIC-WRITINGS
All the rich are sinners
and all the poor sure saints
to read some writes
and see some paints.

There are the States
that the arts control.
That control the artists.
Inspiration to the soul?

CONTRADICTION-AND-CONFLICT-
SURELY-FIND
You read the Communist Manifesto.
Now you know it all.
You're so right on !
You are on the ball !

Contradictory as the Bible,
a better world claim the two.
But the Marxist Utopia
is the one for you !

And you and your friends
think everyone else green,
as do the Bible-thumpers.
The end justifies the means.

You make it your religion.
You make it your faith.
You preach love and peace
yet make war with a hate.

for PATTAYA TRADER 2003 (B)

IT'S-PLAY-THEN-WORK-THEN-
IT'S-PLAY-AGAIN-WITH-THE-
CAREER-GIRL !?
The wife who sure likes to fake.
Or the wife with the long headache.
And the wife with the brood
who is no longer in the mood.
I have lived with girls.
We have shared our worlds.
Together have been out of them
(finding time in bed to spend) !
Give me the girl with a career
now my second half of life is here.
Kids grown up? Had kids never?
Want to spend some time together?!

HOMEBOUND-BLUE-SEA-SAILOR-
YOU'LL-THEN-BE
Sail the seven seas
or the ocean of space even,
but shall you come-across
the sought seventh-heaven?
All shades of blue may only bring
you back home. Look deep-within.

BEGIN-ANEW-THE-GLOBAL-
WHEELING?
We know of beginnings,
we know of ends,
it's the idea of eternity
we cannot comprehend.

Circular are the seasons,
cyclic the life of men.
The earth spins round the sun.
The tides lower and rise again.

 YES-NATURE'S-KINGS-AND-QUEENS
Master of all he surveys
the ram on the hill in the sun's rays.
To gold is turned his fleece
while white as gaggling geese
is the flock that on the hillside strays.
Honk they do not, but they baa
and from the ram won't wander far.
As with chickens and their cock,
to the sheep the ram's their rock,
their lord who, under the sun-star
that smiles on the valley, gleams.
It's only tiny ants do have shiny-queens.

for PATTAYA TRADER 203 (A)

'BARED'-NO-PREJUDICES-
A-YOUNG-MAN
His heart began to beat that night
like moth-wings round a burning light
when he saw her in the shadowy-street,
the smile upon her face oh so sweet.

But his cheeks turned rather pale
on finding her body was for sale.
Yet far from bearing any prejudice
he blew the girl a good night kiss !

for PATTAYA TRADER 202 (E)

THE-BROKEN-CUCKOO-CLOCK-SPRING?
The circular clock of the seasons
is no more a damn sure thing.
Egg-shaped it has become.
Winter flew with a broken wing.
The first call-out of the cuckoo
announces a much later spring.
Mad-gone seasons all in one nest
the bird seems to be echoing !

A-QUICK-END-TO-DARKILING-TROLLS
Yellowing rolled-up-scrolls
on the hermit's desk;
spells to conquer Trolls
from which he's at a risk.
Would my pen were a wand
to put monsters to a fast end.

TEARS-FALLING-FOR-SAD-
AND-LEAFY-AUTUMN?
Like sparkling-pearl-teardrops
rain falls from the house's high-eaves
onto a pile of gold-looking
wind-swept autumn leaves.

IT-WAS-A-FAIRYSTORY-DID-
I-FIND
There in the Fairy Dell
I spied no wishing well,
but found, I did, a waterfall.
And a witch statue,
a dragon sculpture too,
in that pleasure-garden of Gunnergate Hall.

Yes in that pleasure-garden of Gunnergate Hall
I spied no wishing well,
but found, I did, a waterfall,
see a kingfisher blue,
a sculpted heron too.
It had a story to tell.

CRUISE-HOMEWARDS-
ON-THE-CLOUDLESS-MORN-I
Fresh-morning memory of last-night
my mind sure fills.
Her scent is yet tickling
my nostrills,
as I make my way back home
on a cloud not this dawn's own.

AT-PALTRY-STRAWS-GO-GRASP-
IN-LIFE'S-INFINITE-FLOW?
Aimlessly, girl, you drift,
on your way down stream;
the bankside grass turned to straw,
clutch you must do, it seems.
Though life's telling you "No."
Aimless not is the Force's flow.

A-CLOSE-WIND-HAUNTS-NOW-SUMMERTIME'S-
ENDED-WITH-REAL-SORROW
I hear the whispering of a wind
that will be whistling soon,
and I'm taunted by an image of Pan
amongst all things arcadian,
piping on a sunny afternoon.

The summer is at its dead end
with a rustling of dry leaves.
Already I am longing for Spring.
the cuckoo's call, the fair flowering
and blossoming. Yes the heart grieves.

for PATTAYA TRADER 202 (D)

FIND-OUR-HOT-LINE-CONVERSATION-FLOWS-
HAVE-SURE-BEEN-CANCELLED
Many times after we met
she would telephone for a chat.
And when we fell out as friends
she'd phone for me to take her back.

I took her back, like a fool,
every time the girl would ring.
Yes I was very much the jester,
but she'd make me out a king.

Now she is water under the bridge.
She's the train down the track.
She's the wind blown through the tunnel.
No flowing, steaming, blowing back.

WRITTEN-WARNING-TO-THE-NAIVE-GIRL-
WHO-THINKS-EMIGRATING-WILL-SAVE-HER-
CROOKY-MARRIAGE
Watch out for kangaroos
that bound into the road,
aborigines with boomerangs
and flying bugs that explode
there against your windscreen
as you journey in your jeep
through the Australian bush
while in the heat half-asleep.

Watch out for crocodiles
at the next waterhole.
The wombats and wallabies,
those crazies on a long-stroll
who might have packed guns
or have a dingo dog's bite,
like your wommy, wally, man
from whom, girl, you take flight !

TO-THE-LAND-OF-NOD-HER-LOUD-VOICE-
WOULD-SEND-ME !
A fear of death and being alone
made her want to cling and own,
and talk rather than listen and think.
With speech kept herself occupied
till she was completely tongue-tied,
or falling asleep was on the brink.
She'd gab, gab, gab, until I was whacked,
and she'd be absolutely gobsmacked
that I should go to sleep first.
Nursery-rhymes once sent me to Nod,
now it was a noisy girl's big gob.
Still, her snoring was much damn worse !

for PATTAYA TRADER 202 (C)

A-SIAMESE-SUNFLOWER-GIRL-PHOTOGRAPH-
IT-IS
A photograph of Siamese she
amongst sunflowers, the girl gave to me.
Herself a flower in the Siam sun,
a flowering friendship she and I'd begun.

UNSOUND?
Runaway capitalism
is like runaway criminals with riches,
and gets to dig
its very own burial-ditches,
in trying to force
the workers under the ground
as in the film Metropolis,
a movie without sound.

MORE-ONLY-NOW-TO-REALLY-
MERITORIOUS-PEOPLE
Do away with class,
have done with it.
The idler in his castle.
The worker down the pit.
The dolie on his ass.
He rising on his wits.
Let's have haves, some haves-with-more,
due mainly to true merits.

for PATTAYA TRADER 202 (B)

THE-HEAVENLY-VERSE-MUSE-
IS-MINE
Perhaps there's a verse
will descend soon,
from maybe up there
with the kites and balloons,
or even far-higher
beyond the bright moon
whenever the Muse
is with me in tune.
Perhaps the poem
has already descended,
for a verse find now
my writing is ended !

JUST-EMERGED-FROM-A-
ROUGH-SEA'S-TIDES?
A God within?
A God without?
God here and there?
God all about?

Our thoughts to hear,
inside must be?
And close at hand
our deeds to see?

With each of us
who are everywhere?
And invisible,
so have a care?

In his own image
made us he?
Or out his imagination
wide as any wild-sea?

HER-SECOND-HAND-DIARY-
CLAIMS-LESS-THAN-WILD-ROMANCE
She'd take out her diary
and there she would jot
just how fiery
her love-life was not.
How she longed for romance
and a heated passion
that with age
had gone out of fashion,
though she'd young-friends
for whom heated passion -
let alone romance -
was never in fashion.
Oh how it is that
many ladies yearn
for wine and roses
and a dance-floor turn,
but will make do
with far, far less,
lie to themselves in bed,
claim they got close-second best.

for PATTAYA TRADER 202 (A)

FOUND-ROMANCE-AFTER-TURNED-OVER
The sole-flower of romance
his life's withering desert left alone
was a girl who left him in a trance.
More than just a mirage was Rosetta Stone.
Ah yes, find then that she
sure turned his desert into a wide sea !

GOOD-AND-YET-BAD-TOO-YES?
We came across a suffering animal
did my good friend and me.
It was dying a slow painful death.
I said I should put it out its misery.
But my friend said that he could not bear.
Of his selfishness he was totally-unaware.

THE-DEATHLY-WINTERTIME
Now the leaves are gone
the hillsides return
with the wintry winds
and a heavy heart yearns
for the trees once more
to put on their leafy-green,
though through their skeletons
the yellow hillsides can be seen.

A-SPHERICAL-MUSIC-HEARD-
PYTHAGORAS
Pythagoras must have had big ears
to have heard the music of the spheres.
Two elephant-ears upon a python,
if that is where he got his name from.
They must have flapped like two wings
and took him round them ring after ring.
Took him to where he'd hear
the lovely-music of the spheres,
or the footfalls of the vedic-god who
is the cosmic-dancer of the Hindus.

IT'S-A-DEAD-CLOWNFISH-FIND-YOU'RE-
SURE-GOING-TO-BE-DEEPLY-CRAZY-
AND-SUSPICIOUS-GIRL
Like an Ophelia in her own madness
you'll surely one day go drown.
No-one will fish you out of it,
you are sinking down, down. down.
A sadness has settled on the face
of the uncontrollable girl-clown.
It'll go and come back again
till with the clownfishes you remain !

CORRECTION

B,C,D, E, posts from 201 (A) onwards are also 201, not 2001 ! 202 (A) shall be the next post - unless I make another mistake ! Captain Mark.

for PATTAYA TRADER 2001 (E)

THE FLYING, SWIMMING,
SINKING LIFE
On the surface of the water
it's flat-stones that I skim.
Picking up more, I find a feather.
In the beck I set it aswim.
The feather was once a flyer.
Now it drifts, like a white-swan,
to where the beck is much lower,
and where it will sink, like a flat-stone.

NO-"HAPPY-BIRTHDAY-BOY"-
FOR-BONFIRE-FAWKES-
COME-EVERY-NOVEMBER
In the fine city of York
was born Guy Fawkes
though it's his death-days feted.
And it's in every town
the people burn down
his effigy. Loved or hated.
Cut the firewood, pile up the sticks,
let us have fun with dreary politics !

for PATTAYA TRADER 2001 (D)

HEAR THIS...
Some like to listen,
some like to view.
It is my voice on the phone
she likes to listen to.
I like to listen
but also like to see
who I am talking to
if beautiful as she
who will call me often
on the telephone.
I go round see her
when she's at home.
We talk half the night
and then I get to view
the fully-naked girl.
Talk me out of it? Up you !

DEATH-A-GOD-OF-THE-
LEVEL-GROUND?
There is the kind of leveller
who'd flatten all to nought,
then there is the kind of leveller
who's not for the overblown sort.
A further leveller of ill-fame
is he who has Death as a name.

for PATTAYA TRADER 2001 (C)

SURE-COULD-BE-
DREAMY-QUEEN-BEE-SHE
The bees are busying
about the flower,
her honey hair
they could devour,
her sunny smile
and sweet tongue.
Yes she has left
the boys all stung.
You'd think her the bee
this very hour,
a queen whose beauty
sure has power.

A-WITHERED-SANDWICH-DUO-
YES-SURE
Sandwhiched between two matresses
were the couple who were old,
in a surely fearful and futile attempt
to keep out the keen-as-mustard cold.

ACTORS-TAKE-TIPS-FROM-A-FUNNY-
CHAMPION-CHIMPANZEE
Voice-overs for the monkeys' moving lips,
but oscars give the actors as to PG-Tips.
In tophat-and-tails or in pirates' gear,
in a James Bond 'monkey suit', it is clear
that the chimps were the champs of tv
when it came to the commercials, ha ha hee.
"Do you know the piano's on my foot?" say it.
I'll reply "You hum it, son, and I'll play it."
The Chimpanzee tea-party at the zoo
can make a monkey out of actors too !

for PATTAYA TRADER 2001 (B)

BOOKS-OF-DAMN-CLEVER-VERSE-AND-
A-BEASTLY-CREATURE
Beauty and the beast tales
are all around us, see
the guy who's holding leaves
from a singing-ringing tree?

The leaves in his verse-book
are ringing-out with rhyme,
but can care for him not
the girl upon his mind.
Oh, feels like the beast he
in the tale of The Singing-Ringing Tree.

for PATTAYA TRADER 201 (A)

A-CIRCULARY-LYRICAL-LIFE?
He was into rock 'n' roll
for free drugs, money-and-girls.
Sold his soul to Mephistopheles.
His band was top of the world.

He'd adverised for lyrics:
"Send via mail to P.O. Box...,"
read the annonymous flyer.
Dirty needles and smelly socks
say tidy-up your shallow life, man;
Your shadow's now your only fan !

WISE-GOD-WOMAN-SOPHIA'S-
GATEWAY-TO-FREEDOM
Sophia, ah yes Sophia,
wise in your sophistication,
the key to your kingdom
is a man's own meditation
upon thoughts come to mind
free of self-degradation.
Not to give in to the thoughts
that will leave him an abomination.

IT'S-A-FEMALE-FASCIST-SURELY-ARE-YOU?
You are scared of strangers, see.
You fear a person's individuality
(you'd even make them out an oddity).
You control when in company.
Girl, a fascist you could be.
Sure you're not Mistress Mussolini?!

IT'S-MUSIC-IN-THE-BRIGHTLY-
COLOURED-WOOD
The bluebell, snowdrop-and-crocus
will in the wooded valley spring,
and with their very flowering
they should seem to tell us -
like the different birds that sing -
this life is surely all aglow
(even if its season quickly goes)
and bright as any rainbow;
though man is not having it so.

YOOHOO-YOU-YOUNG-ONES !
Come you children and dream-o
about the underwater-ship of Nemo.
Sail on the river downstream-o
that'll into the wide ocean flow.

Come you children and dream-o
of mermaids and the green octo.
Of the fishes that sure team-o,
their shoals many as off-shore go
deeper into the sea-dream you.
The green octopus is waving "Yoohoo !"

GET-TO-FREEZE-SEXY-POMPEY-IN-TIME-DID-
CRUEL-AND-VULGAR-VULCAN-FIND
It's ice as well as fire sure burns,
and to see Frankie Howerd's funny-turns
in the comical tv series Up Pompey
strikes me as funny in a different way,
for do not our school-pupils learn
that bodies were 'frozen' in hot clay?
'Preserved' is the word that is chosen,
but I'll stick to mine, freeze-frame frozen?

for PATTAYA TRADER 200 (F)

THE-WILDLY-PRETTY-PATTAY-LADIES-
DRESSED-UP-AND-WENT-WESTERN-OH-YES
The girls dressed as cowboys
in Pattaya's Highway Star bar.
Looking like American Indians -
of long ago and way-afar -
wearing outfits and gun-holsters
of the white Wild West male.
Red-brown faces under their hats,
these cowpokes could tell a tale
about the many foreign cowboys
who come along into the town
to shoot-off their sure big-mouths
and in beer and lady-flesh drown.

for PATTAYA TRADER 200 (E)

JANIS-AND-THE-STONY-
DEATH'S-DOOR-EXPERIENCE
Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones,
Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison.
All these rockers used drugs,
and suddenly they were gone.
Drink can kill you eventually,
drugs, find, while very-young.
Yes drugs sure cheapen life.
Their lives went for a song.

AMUSEMENT-ARCADE-
AT-A-PIER'S FOREFRONT
Ha, Tic-Tac-Toe,
three cherries or bells.
She was Penny Arcade
to the boys and girls
playing under the pier.
A one-armed bandit
lying in the shadows,
her hand in some guy's pocket !

CUE-MANKIND
The bright, the dim.
The fat, the thin.
The long, the tall,
the short, the small.
The black, the white.
The gay, the straight.
A few references
on Man's differences.

A-FINAL-FLOOD?
One on one
made three and more,
till two by two
and natural law,
filled the earth
with mankind
like a cruel flood
do we now find?

for PATTAYA TRADER 200 (D)

A NEW-KNOWLEDGE-DAWNED
Ah, of Eve's round-apple
Adam didn't have to nibble.
But what man refuse a breast?
Kissing the fruit with the nipple,
lips upon her softly pressed.
The knowing that came with being undressed.

ON-MEEK-INHERITING-THE-EARTH
To be so-damn-meek
as to give strength wide-berth
is to inherit a ditch
in the very-graveyard's earth.

YES-A-STATEMENT
should the State ever relieve
everyone of all their properties
we might be free of a few burdens,
but it'll fully-own us as well as these.

for PATTAYA TRADER 200 (C)

YES-FIRE-AND-ICE-FOUND-I
Oneday you'd be on fire,
the next you'd be cold as ice.
Both ice and fire burn,
I was burnt more than twice.

Some take the rough and smooth,
or take the nasty and nice.
I'm thankful for your fire,
but I couldn't take the ice.

NOT-OPEN-TO-BEING-SO-USED
Because I fell for a pair of legs,
landed on the floor face-flat,
don't think you can walk all over me
or treat me, girl, like a doormat.
The WELCOME at my very door
could say NOT WELCOME ANYMORE !

for PATTAYA TRADER 200 (B)

A NON-RUNNER-YES
It is for a good many -
though it's not for most -
a race to the top.
Starting-Gate to Winning-Post.
Life is a gamble
for they not in the race,
and also a gamble
for those jockeying for place.

Just where money's concerned
some are bound to cheat -
in the race to the top -
go trample under feet
he who gets in the way
as they rigorously compete
and give no sporting chance
to those they would beat.

FREE-FROM-THIS-SPHERE-
SOME-WOULD-HAPPILY-BE
You blame nobody for wanting
to get on in the globe, girl.
I blame nobody for wanting
to get off out this world.

A-SUDDEN-BURDEN-
WAS-LADY-MINE
"How much do you love me?"
My lady had demanded,
as if love were a weight.
A demand with such a hate
that love should she return only
when I her some measure handed ?

TURNING-THE-TURTLE
The earth, claimed an old-wise-race,
is carried on the back of a turtle swimming through space.
I claim that the young would be wise to learn
we carry such a burden when its our turn !

WHICH-THE-WITCH-HERE?
Goad from a goat,
eyes from a newt,
mad wizard's hat,
hag's very-old boot.

Warts from a toad,
wings from a bat,
legs from a frog,
drop all in the vat.

Stir the cauldron
with a witch's broom.
So whirls the earth
that casts a gloom.

THE-HOOKY-COOKY-HOOT
A wizard with words find,
and the comic-line's hook,
cast his particular magic
did funnyman Peter Cook.
Comedian, yes comedian he,
and a guy of word-wizardry.

THE IMPERFECT-PICTURE-FILLING-
YOU'LL-FIND
When the jigsaw piece does not fit
some will try and force it to,
like a child at the end of his wits,
the full picture wanting to view.
This is the way with their politics.
They must dispose of the people who
reveal holes still in their big-pic
or force the misfits. Press-down-hard sure do.

HARD-TO-LOVE-THE-EARTH-PEOPLE-
WE-DON'T-KNOW-OR-MIGHT-NOT-EVEN-LIKE
There is love-and-hate
and neutrality.
None is known
for its longevity.

I love the world not,
nor do I hate it.
Love? Hate? Globe,
find I await it.

for PATTAYA TRADER 200 (A)

THE-HEART'S-DEEP-TREASURE-
IS-RIGHT-HERE
By a tropical lagoon
under the night's red-moon.
The whispering tide.
Gold-brown-girl at my side.
Yes a gold-brown-girl,
teeth of white-pearl.
I cross my heart's lot,
X marks the treasure-spot.

for PATTAYA TRADER 199 (E)

A-VIOLIN-VOYAGER
Nero may have fiddled
while Rome burnt down,
but a noble-spirited violinist -
with panic all-around -
played upon the Titanic
knowing that he would drown.
He was very much a hero.
Not to be said for evil Nero.

LEAR-AND-BEER-LINES
There was a man named Lear
who'd a Limerick-listening ear.
He wrote verses five-lined -
and all of them rhymed -
sat drinking frothy beer.

THE-WHOLE-IST-LIST'S-
NOT-HERE
There are the pugilists and pacifists.
The sadists and the masochists.
The capitalists and the communists.
The fascists and the anarchists.
The humanists and the cutwrists.

for PATTAYA TRADER 199 (D)

THE-POISONOUS-PYTHON-YES
Round the bend the traffic snakes.
All the vehicles have on their brakes.
Their invisible fumes are venemous.
The green-light-man should now show.
He signals the halted walkers to go.
Stopped the lorry, the car-and-bus.
Nothing to do with the green park he.
Nor has the huge, long snake I see.

for PATTAYA TRADER 199 (C)

YES-A-DICKY-OLD-GUY-SEEKS-
GOLDEN-BROWN-GIRL
They come from near Cambodia
and they come from near Laos,
to work in the huge cities
they hear are a sacred-cash-cow,
and meet the Dick Whittingtons
who are seeking Siamese cats,
or rather Thai sex-kittens
for more than just warm chats.
Yes there are girls from the farms
who have journeyed long and far
to find the sois aren't lined with gold
but a few old men's pockets are.

WE-JUST-DON'T-LIKE-THE-REAL-JOKERS-
ON-THE-OPPOSITE-SIDE?
Alternative comedians,
establishment knockers.
How many of us love 'em
as we do guitar-star rockers.

But isn't it just showbiz
as they take our pay?
And isn't London Mayor Boris
a joker who makes our day?

for PATTAYA TRADER 199 (B)

A TWO-IN-ONE-TRYST
"She turned him purple with her poison,
oh yes, indeed, your Honour."
I paraphrase the words
the fair jury heard
about the guilty Belladonna.

"The woman's a wicked witch
though she looks a pretty flower.
Spend time with her
and oh, yes Sir,
you'll be dead within the hour."

I have never met a Bella
and I've never met a Donna.
The two together,
or as seperate lovers,
know them I don't wanna !

THE FREE-SPIRITS-YOU-FIND
There are rebels who wish
for a new conformity,
yet there are born-rebels
who can only be free
when pursuing their art
with a spiritual nobility.

TOTO?
Which should she choose?
Oh which should she choose?
The very novel's silver
or the film's ruby-red shoes?

She chose her shoes
and chased after rainbows
until those evil-slippers
cruelly crushed her toetoes !

YES-A-WORLDLY-WISE-MAN-
ON-WOMEN?
I've slept with some white,
red, yellow and black girls.
Perhaps that makes me
a real man of the world?


YES-THE-GOOD-LORD-JIM-
WAS-JUST-LET-GOING-RIGHT-ON
So, Jim'll Fix It?
What a foul joke !
The prick couldn't hide
behind his cigar smoke.
I just couldn't watch the guy.
Those who did, let him pass by.

for PATTAYA TRADER 199 (A)

A-JUICY-DOG'S-BONE
The phone was ringing.
The hour quite late.
 In bed I was lying
with Kit-Off Kate.
It's the "dog and bone"
Cockneys call the telephone.
Like the dog with a bone,
his caller could wait !

for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (G)

MADE-A-RIGHT-OLD-CHARLIE-OUT-
THE-CHAPLAIN-THEY-DAMN-WELL-DID
Came the military chaplain in his jeep,
 regarding the boys as woolly-brained-sheep.
"Out of my way you flockers !" Beep-beep-beep,
"I want to park where you baa-baas keep
your supplies of food, your supplies of water."
The boys, who'd all slept with his daughter,
went to the market like lambs to the slaughter.
A she-wolf the chaplain's wife, nobody fought her
when there it was the war-boys caught her.

NOW-A-PAST-POETRY-PRESENTATION-SURE
I like the old poetics
of which the modernists disposed,
as well as archaic-usage.
To the past my door's not closed.
Alliteration and rhyme
you are sure to find I think fine.

SOWER-AND-NOW-REAPER
"Put the past behind you,
sure do not dwell.
Wise words, yes wise words,
we hear and tell.
But when the past
catches up with you,
it's for what you've done
not for what you now do.

THE-WINE-WITHOUT-THE-WHINER-I-HAVE
The girl liked to argue
and then make up.
For me it was bitter,
a poisoned cup.
A deadly thing,
further nail in the coffin.
Now alone am I,
and a sweet wine sup.

A BOOKPILE-PERSPECTIVE
You thought you'd an answer
until I came along
and posed too many questions
for you to depend upon
the reading of one book.
Girl go question everything.
Find more than one view
a hill of books can bring.

MORE-THAN-ONE-RIVER-LEADS-
THE-INDIVIDUAL-SOUL-HOME-
WITH-THE-SEA
When all are of one mind,
the same-same in the bind,
crammed onto an equal level,
no more talk of good and evil,
colourblind, dumb to free-speech,
deaf to what real-life might teach,
call it the grave of the dead,
not a reunion with a godhead.

for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (F)

PICTURE-A-NOT-QUITE-
DEEP-DORIANNA
A Miss Jekyll is she
on the outside.
But there within
she's just a Miss Hyde.

Beauty is skin-deep
the people say.
Yes ugly within
is Miss Doria Gray.

YES-A-CLOWNS'-RING-AROUND
It pays to listen.
It pays to learn.
Nobody knows all
about the world in turn.

Find many think they do
and dare to tell us so.
Yes it pays to listen
and the foolish to know.

for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (E)

LET-US-MAKE-HOT-LOVE-POETRY-
UNDER-THE-BED-COVERS-HMMM?
I am a busy Beevers,
fill books with verses could I.
Ah so many poetry pages.
Yes prolific is this guy,
just as you have noted girl.
And many have you read.
While you're not too tired,
might we make poetry in bed?

THE-LIONS-SLEPT-NOT-
LAST-NIGHT
I'm a sleeper in the raw
and she of the jungle-law
was to lay on me her paw
"Scratch my back the more.
Scratch my back lioness
in your state of undress.
Tonight I am sleepless,
just give me your sharp caress !"

THE-WRECKED-SEAWALLS-
AND-THE-CRUELLEST-STORMS?
Walls can keep men in,
they can keep men out.
Knock down the walls,
let bridges come about.
But be wary of a flood
and drowning in bad blood.

for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (D)

A NUDE-MUSE-IS-MINE
Like J.K. Hysmans are some
who just go against the grain
in their otherworldly-writings.
It's the naked-Muse my claim.

NANA-NAME-I-YOU
I name you Zola's Nana
in your upwards climb.
You sure take the stairs
to every man's good-time.
Your face is already, girl,
showing its hard-lines.
You seek a quickie-fortune
with a poverty-stricken mind.

for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (C)

LEARNT-SOME-HARD-FACTS-
THIS-COUPLE-FIND
She wanted children
as many women do.
To please his wife
he gave her the two.
A boy and girl born.
A boy and girl grew.
She'd rarely the time
for her husband who
took himself a mistress,
teacher at the school
that his kids attended,
attended to her Mr Blue,
the unfaithful man
who felt young again;
his wife looking old,
by the children drained.

THE-BEWITCHING-HOUR
Not many lives are a silver-spoon.
Not many loves are a Mills-and-Boon.
I get the romance of a golden-moon
when it's with my Muse I'm in tune.

SOULLESS SALOME
The head upon the platter
made only of mortal matter,
dancing for such a treat
her own head's near her feet.

for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (B)

CURTAIL-ALL-OUR-PLANT'S-
DAMN-RISKY-LEAKS
Karen Silkwood?
No, it was Wormwood.
"Ghosts of a whisper
as to leaks at Chernobyl
go chain-down do,
go chain-down, hobble.
Curtail to living-souls
our power-plant has wormholes !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (A)

LIFE'S-LESSONS-FIND
There's a philosophy says
suicide is no way out.
Lessons unlearnt in this life
shall once more come about.
Situations will be faced
during your next rebirth.
There's no escape from life
or lessons on this earth.

THE-GO-GREY-HEADS-AND-
GO-BALD-ONES-ARE-LOOMING-GIRL
Because I am going grey
maybe it should be took
that I am headed, girl,
for the distinguished look?
We are all headed for the grey
or the bald facts youth fades away.

A-REGENERATION-JUG-CHANT
Give us the Shangri-la
or a youth-fountain's-spa.
From way up, up afar
sure pour, pour, pour,
Aquarius. Renew, restore.

for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (H)

VALALLA'S-FATHER-GOD-
OF-ALL-FAR-LESSER-GODS
Burning ice,
biting flame,
this is how life
into being came.

The frost giants.
The fairies.
The Norse gods,
Allfathered these
Odin, Asgard as well.
The old tales tell.

THE-SWIMMING-POOL-GIRL-DREAMILY-PINES-
FOR-THE-GOOD-MAN-WHOM-HERSELF-IS-SO-ALIKE
Folklore tells the Isle of Man
is named after the seagod Manannan,
he of the Emerald Isle.
An Irish girl with seagreen eyes
swims across the pool and sighs
"Dream of a good merman I."

for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (G)

FALLEN-ANGELS-FIND
There are guys who get pally
with every Sidewalk-Sally.
Served by girls with no bras
are the men in topless bars.
The Lost Angels of L.A.
work for drinking-guys at play.
From Heaven the angels fell
to make the best of Hell?

for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (F)

THE-BOOK-AND-THE-BULLET-
THAT-CONDEMNED-READER-MALALA
It was over a holy book that
came a bullet to connect
with its schoolgirl target.
Wanted to end her intellect
the Moslem men, with a violence
Malala's views might silence.

THE-VISION-GIRL'S-
THIRD-VISAGE-NO?
The three faces of Hecate,
yes like the three-faced Hecate's she.
And like the Queen of the Witches,
what a witch-queen to me !

Two-faced was the gadabout girl
who suddenly vanished without a trace.
But she left me with a vision
of her features I call the third-face !

AFTER-A-FINAL-STORM
She'll think of him,
will sink or swim.
Perhaps go down
this girl, and drown;
or maybe she'll float
like a dream-boat,
as when together
before stormy-weather.

THE-SNOWY-MOUNTAIN-TRACKS-
WILL-ROCK-HIS-WORLD
He's on a high.
His arms show tracks.
It'll be a burden
upon his back,
a damn hefty load,
a sure heavy pack.
Snow-cruel habit his
alas and alack.

for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (E)

FANTASIES-BEFORE-BEDTIME-
FOR-WE-DUO
The valkyries of Valhalla,
the harpies of old-Greece,
the angels of Heaven,
the ghosts of the deceased,
the goblins of Fairyland,
the merfolk of the deep.
Phantoms keep us wide-awake
and phantoms help us sleep,
and then it's dream we do
of further phantoms, me and you.

TO-THE-SNAKE-CHARMER'S-MUSIC-
SHE-DANCES-AND-UNWINDS-HER-TRESSES
A slim snaking body
and her Eastern eyes
that cast their spell,
that go mesmerise;
the girl dances slowly
to the charming tune,
empowered by the men
who came filled the room.
Shakes cobra-like she,
her dark-hair falls loose.
What man might resist?
And what mongoose?!