Tuesday, December 30, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (G)

JEALOUS JOSEPHINE
"Not tonight, Josephine,"
often had said Napoleon.
She showed such jealousy.
Europa he'd his eye on.
Yes Josephine showed her jealousy
and all-out war's sure a woman's fury !

JUST-A-REAL-SALTY-OLD-JACK-TAR'S-
CONSTANTLY-YOUNG-WOMAN
Mermaid tatoo on his arm,
she goes with him everywhere.
Shares his bunkbed every night,
is his breath of fresh sea air.
He wears her like some a charm,
ageless on an ageing arm.

A CAT-O'-NINE CAPTAIN'S
STORMY LAST LASH
Above the whip of the waves
is a ship's black cat
curled up in her captain's lap.
There is no storm now to brave.
The waves whip but do not crack.
Wears the captain an eye-patch.
The cat black as an african slave.
Slaves no more feel the lash
on a ship that's of the past.
A ship that met a watery-grave.
No crew, no slaves does she boast.
The cat, the captain, the ship a ghost.

A FAR-OFF FOREIGN TONGUE-TIER
The elephant farm was up-the-road
and the crocodile farm farther-down.
I was living in Pattaya City
on the edge of that large town.
A Pattay lady would visit me
to learn my English tongue.
No Yorkshire vernacular,
no words like brang or brung.
Khow, plah, moo, nam she'd bring
and give the thankful sawadee.
I'd then spend the evenings
drinking sake by the Siam sea.
About my condo were palm trees.
A moon red as it was round -
red as the Eastern dragon -
would sometimes look on down.
Above the morn's swimming-pool
a purply-blue dragonfly
would hover in the sunlight
and lizards quicken on by.
Yes a Pattay lady would visit me
to learn my English tongue.
Was I paid with tongue-kisses?
You may not be that far wrong !

Monday, December 29, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (F)

RING-AROUND-FINGER-FOLK
I rented rooms.
You moved in
and folk around us
said it was a sin.

THE-SUNLIGHT'S-DARKSIDERS
Elephants
and crocodiles,
heavy folk
with toothy-smiles.

The fox
and the shark
you'll come across
before the dark.

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (E)

IT-WAS-A-BIT-OF-THE-OTHER-SORT-
OF-MAGIC-WITHOUT-HAVING-A-GENIE-
TOO-CLOSELY-PRESENT?
The lass let a lad in.
The lass let Aladdin
in to her bedroom.
The room became cramped
when from Aladdin's lamp
the genie was soon
to appear before the two,
the lad and the lass who
found three a crowd.
Yes the lass let a lad in
for a little accompanying,
no genie allowed?

THE-WHITE-ELEPHANT-FIND
Sure heavy's the elephant.
Its bricks do paint white.
Heavy are the taxes
to keep the thing upright.
The people must pay
as the tax-office smiles.
Councils build contraptions
to feed the crocodiles !

SOCIALLY-SECURE-SALARIES
On the unemployed
the Job-Centres rely
for their own wages
and so multiply
those on who our taxes depend.
The numbers rise. Is there no end?

Monday, December 22, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (D)

MY-MUSE'S-MONSTER
I am Doctor Frankenstein,
is this not so very true?
Didn't my imagination
go run away with you?

Oh what a creature,
oh what a creation,
my verse-poem carried you
to a mountain destination.

Below you sea and sharks.
Above you gulls on the wing.
The view from your mountain-side
had you too imagining:

how small is the world,
how monstrous my poem
to chill you with its ice
before it brang you home.

WIT WILDE
Green was his coat.
So green all over.
He'd not the luck, note,
of Irish-green-clover
though sharp as a blade of grass.
A judge just whacked his ass !

MYTH-AND-MAGIC?
The moon scowls,
bats and owls
take to the black-sky,
but by morning blue
I'll wake next to you
caught in the sun's eye.

The vampire lord
and werewolf horde,
the damn witch coven,
can spread their hells
and cast their spells,
but lying with you's heaven !

BEWITCHING-BUTTERFLY-
FROM-BANGKOK-SHE
Abracadabra,
such magic she
could make a frog
or prince of me.

Abracadabra,
such magic she
could make me a king
or a monkey,
yet I'll tell you this, after dark,
in the bedroom, I was magic Mark.


Thursday, December 18, 2014

CORRECTION:

Rhythm mark ! Not Rythmn !! You rhythm-stick !!!! See STUFFY STIFFY below !

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (C)

THE OTHERWORLD?
Should the future exist
I've presently to ask
is not the future
a plan from the past?

Should the future exist
is not life a plan
forged in the past
by other than man?

Monday, December 15, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (B)

THE FAIRY-LIKE FRIENDS
Like fairies in the wide-field
the four female friends were sat,
young and fresh as morning dew,
daisy chains in their laps.
I was daydreaming nearby,
lying there upon my back,
glancing sideways as they spoke
of boys whom they hoped to attract.
Boys who'd play many a role.
Boys who'd be this and be that.
Boys sure made-up of so many a part.
Boys from some Fairyland perhaps?

STUFFY STIFFY
You dick, you prick,
you rythmn-stick.
I don't give a fig-leaf
for your one-upmanship !

Monday, December 8, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (A)

THE-SUNSET-HOUR
On top of the world,
you like the view,
but not everyone
smiles with you.
Though you beam,
others are down.
You're like a sun.
Find many frown.
Yes like a sun
do you now shine.
Yet soon shall come
your cool evening time.

A-BLACK-BEAST'S-BITE
Hellhound at your heels,
the black dog's back.
Far too down to run
from the one like a pack.

The black dog, the black dog,
his teeth sure are sharp.
By darkness you are dogged,
his bite worse than his bark.

Hellhound at your heels,
so glum do you sit.
The black dog is back.
Again the dark dog's bit.

Monday, November 24, 2014

ORRECTION:

In the OVERBEARING-LOVE-VERSE it should be 'barely' breathe, not 'hardly' breathe, for alliteration purposes, and to hint at nakedness?!

Saturday, November 22, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 245 (E)

FAINT-FEMALE
He stood up for you,
you sat down for him
pale ghost-of-a-memory, girl,
that is surely vanishing.

READ ALL ABOUT IT
It's for news, for news,
he will turn a trick,
the daily-paper hound
who's like a private dick.

It's for info, for info,
the vast public's need.
Gas, gossip, grains of truth
can do; to read.

OVERBEARING-LOVE-VERSE
Louise, Louise,
was the guy's squeeze.
He'd hold her tight
both day and night.
She could hardly breathe.

Yes Louise, Louise,
was the guy's squeeze.
Too much affection
and physical connection
surely nobody frees.

DOGGED-BY-A-DEMON-GIRL
Witch ! Witch ! Witch !
Female-dog; bitch !
Turn back into a damn frog.
Don't you be my black dog !

Friday, November 14, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 245 (D)

ON-BURNS'S-BACK
Wordsworth and Keats came to see
the pauper's grave of poet Robbie
though Burns is now an industry !

MORGAN-AND-MERLINS
She's Morgan Le Fay
(Morgan the Fairy).
Watch-out you wizards.
Beware the dragony-lady !

Monday, November 10, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 245 (C)

A CHERRY ON TOP
The cherry-blonde
I picked, I plucked
as from a tree,
but was not struck
that after so hot a bake
this cherry topped the cake !

SOUL-SELLERS?
Not everyone can write a book,
but many have a story to tell,
be it about their own lives or another's,
not that it could to the listener sell.
Too many a tale told is a lie.
I used to trust, now don't always buy.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

CORRECTIONS:

You will find some slight errors, or spelling mistakes. Such as fictitious being spelt ficticious. Being prolific, one dashes these verses off (eager Beever?), then comes back and spots the errors.  Ah well... such is life. Filled withe errors ! Some seeming errors are just poetic licence. Cheers, mateys. Captain Mark.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 245 (B)

YES-PUSSCAT-MINE-NAP-TAKES-NOW
Purr, purr, my pussycat.
Purr, purr, my lady-Siamese.
Sleep, sleep, here on my lap,
your body supported by my knees,
rested on my shoulder your head.
Purr in your sleep I say-and-said.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 245 (A)

BOTH-A-BUZZ
To some, it is starry country nights.
To some, it is bright city lights.
I like the buzz of the city
but also of the countryside bee !

WORLDS-WITHIN-THE-ONE-WORLD-HERE
"You can take a bargirl out a bar
but not the bar out the girl,"
you'll often here it said
on the otherside of the world.

Take folk out the desert
but not the desert out the blood?
Take folk out the jungle
but the jungle's in them for good?

There are those can change,
and there are those that change do.
The world revolves, life evolves
for the many or for a few?

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 244 (E)

THE-NEW-LORDS-OF-MISRULE
What is freedom to me
may not be freedom to you,
and there are those libertines
for which nothing's ever taboo.
A land with no laws, no rules,
would suit these fiends fine.
The mad Marquis de Sade
they sure worship as a divine.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 244 (D)

BURIED TREASURE
Contrarian Christopher Hitchens,
his points of view enrichened.
Not every word was found a treasure,
his burial brought some critics pleasure.

THE-BRAWLERS-AND-THE-JUNKIE-
CRAWLERS-NIGHT-OUT
He's a Saturday night brawler
and not a backstreet crawler.
Gets high on the andrenelin
of a fight and not on heroin.
He's not the sort of a guy
you should look in the eye.
Barred from many a bar,
he's given bouncers, by far,
a hiding, a hammering.
He's out front, never let him in !

IT'S-NON-STOP-PARTYING-FOR-
SOME-PEOPLE-WE-WILL-FIND
Many party-people -
liking to have fun -
turn up the music
and get drunk.

They dance around
and tread on toes,
get so damn hot
they take off clothes.

Out every night
on a bender,
they're very much not
a weekender !

Monday, September 22, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 244 (C)

FAR-OUT-SEX-WITH-A-MATURE-
FILM-ACTRESS-LOOKALIKE-A-YOUTH-HAD
Like the Hinderburg
the youth was aloft
when he came across
the Anne Bancroft
who - older than he -
schooled him in sex.
The young guy graduated
without reading any texts !

for PATTAYA TRADER 244 (B)

THE-FICTICIOUS-FACTS
"We're all the same,"
we do declare.
"We're all different,"
we'll just later swear.
And, "Like attracts like."
Then later "Opposites attract."
We all enjoy fiction
that's surely a fact !

HOT EDWINA CURRIE?
Edwina's spicy books?
I hear that they cook.
She is a topical MP.
She may be topical
or even be tropical,
but curries no favour with me !

WESTON'S-WARRIORS
Yes it was England's plus,
Argentina's damn sure minus,
Falklands from fascism free,
due to Simon Weston's company.

MID-WINTER-MIRAGES
Hairy-mammoths, snowy-mountains,
tusky-beasts, icy-mountain-peaks,
the cold, cold winter starts to bite
like long ago tigers with sabre-teeth.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 244 (A)

TEENAGE-STARRY-WHITE-BRIDE-YES-
AND-HER-BOY-GROOM
The pair ran away
to Gretna Green.
There they got married.
Hitched was this team
to wedlock's shiny-white-star.
From eachother they now run, and far.

THE-OTHERWORLDLY-MADAM-
MINE-IS
The mystic madam,
the mysterious rose,
the magic woman
in my heart grows.

Friday, September 19, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER (coorection)

'I'll grant you that' not 'I'll give you that'. Correction to verse-poem below. 'Correction' to 'coorection' as above too !

GRANTED-HUGH-THE-HOOKER-DIVINE
Actor Hugh Grant -
with Divine Brown -
was caught with pants,
yes trousers down.

With the Hollywood Hooker
in his car he sat.
He voiced "You're a looker,
I'll grant you that"?!

for PATTAYA TRADER 243 (E)

SARA-THE-SKELETON-KEY
Wed Cecil Parkinson's
Victorian policy
was duly-exposed
as damn hypocrisy
via having a mistress,
young Sara Keays.
Tory MP Parkinson,
in his closet a skeleton !

GRANTED-HUGH-THE-HOOKER-DIVINE
Actor Hugh Grant -
with Divine Brown -
was caught with pants,
yes trousers down.

With the Hollywood Hooker
in his car he sat.
He voiced "You're a looker,
I'll give you that"?!

CYNTHIA'S-HOUSE-OF-SIN-SLAVES !
Cyn Cyn Cyn.
Come again?
Of course guys did
with Cynthia Pain !

Thursday, September 18, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 243 (D)

SILLITOE SUNDAY
You're out all Saturday night
with a girl named Ginny,
only to awake Sunday morning
an overhung Albert Finney,
and find her lying in your bed.
You are whatever people said !

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 243 (C)

A-POLLY-PARROT-IS-MOLLY?
She is his Moll,
she is his Molly.
He likens her
to a squawking Polly.
But it is he
who is parroting
the mobsters
of a crime-ring.
by smuggling
and pirating.
She is in fear
of full-on gangstering.

for PATTAYA TRADER 243 (B)

GOLDDUST GALAXY
We're not yet intergalactic,
but we are interconnected
with the whole universe.
By stardust we're affected.

Yes by stardust we're affected,
particles of a Big Bang
are we and the universe,
down to the minute atom.

THE-MINI-MYTH-NO?
A woman can wear
a sheet over her shape,
but that will not stop
a male hell-bent on rape.

Cry aloud, find some,
about the mini-skirt.
Hang on to your hair,
don't lose your shirt.

It was Eve who had
(let us all be fair)
seduced he, Adam,
even out her underwear.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 243 (A)

OF-COURSE-KINGS-ARE-BOXED-IN-
VERSE
The man who would be king
climbed into the ring.
The spectators, like an army,
and the ropes, boxed him in.

for PATTAYA TRADER 242 (H)

OLD-WIVES'-TALES-VERSE?
They say that sharks
don't really kill,
it's fish-wife tales
that linger still,
but then go say
that in the deep
sharks can attack you
while in their sleep !
Oh save us, save us all
from the quacks.
From egghed experts
cuckoo brains shall hatch !!

A-MAN-MADE-MOUNTAIN
Under the volcano
by being over the top?
There's too much greed
and too much need.
The mountain's going to pop !

FIND-THE-NOAH-TALE-DOES-
NOT-FLOAT
The animals went in two by two
but also seven by seven?
Did Noah build his ark
all the way up to heaven?
And how did he gather
all beasts the world around?
Would the ark not be so heavy
that the whole story goes down?

Friday, September 12, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 242 (G)

THE-WHITE-PLIMSOLL-WINE-LADY-IT-WAS
Sat across the table
in the Plimsoll Line,
her stiletto-shoed feet
playing footsie with mine,
I was drinking beer
and she drank white-wine.
High-tide-fluids was it,
and a flying-high-time !

Thursday, September 11, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 242 (F)

HOUSMAN-HOMAGE
The past is a distant country
said the poet Housman.
It is a world away
I too can say.
I am a different man.

From youth we pass to age
and the experience fills
the heart and home
with song or poem
of up and downward hills.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 242 (E)

A-ROBIN-REDBREAST-WAS-BRIAN
Jones's guitar's no more throbbing.
The screaming girls just turned to sobbing.
Lowered down to his rest
was Brian the Redbreast.
What was it killed Cock Robin?

Monday, September 8, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 242 (D)

COMMANDS
How can I love
what is hard to like?
You would have had me
love the Third Reich?
You would have had me
love Stalin's bloody-Reds?
You'd have me love ISIS
who cut off innocents' heads?

CATTY-CALLER?
Oh that Manx minx
in her girlie pinks
she was just a jinx,
gave men the blues.
Meow ! Meeoow !!

Friday, September 5, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 242 (C)

WHAT A JOB !
There are some
who'd their job quit
and contently live
on social benefit.

There are some
who'd rather shirk
than go do a day
of hard work.

And there are those
who carry the lame
or lazy bodies
not playing the game.

"Work's sure no fun,"
the idlers say,
"and I would want
much better pay.

Feed me, cloth me,
and house me too,
while I sit back
and laugh at you

who work for money
that will be taxed
so I and my like
can just relax."

But there are those
not of their kind
for whom it's the job
any work to find.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 242 (B)

FORESEEN FUTURE?
The Black Serpent
and the Red Dragon met.
The two together
were to beget
a world-wide-monstosity
known to us as World War III?

Monday, September 1, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 242 (A)

THE-WITCH-WITHIN
Under the spell
of her beauty
he was the sword
to her sorcery.

Fight the beauty
and her spell?
Kings and fools -
truth to tell -

have found it hard
to try resist
the skin-deep beauty
of an ugly witch.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 241 (G)

AN-END-OF-DAYS-VERSE
The world will end
one day, we know it.
We look to dates
that could bestow it.

They come and go.
The latest date gone,
we look forward
to a further one !

EVER-AT-ODDS-AND-
NOT-EVENS
Equal in the eyes
of a God maybe,
but mother nature
spawns inequality.
Under men's laws
give us equality,
and under them
equal opportunity,
but nature ever
spawns individuality.

Friday, August 29, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 241 (F)

A-WIT-AND-A-DAMN-TWIT
To the twit,
the cuckoo's "Cuckoo !"
To the wit,
the wise-owls "Too-wit-too-woo !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 241 (E)

BLACK MASS
The doubts set in.
It's a black-clouded day.
Spout rain-water
the gargoyles grey.
Only certainties seem to pass
as the black-clouds enmass.

SANDRA SONG
I shall compare
your yellowy-gold hair
to wheat in the sun.
You will drop your jaw,
laugh and ask "Straw?!"
in a show of fun,
and then upon your head stack
the locks cascading down your back?

IT-WAS-A-REVELATION-0F-VERSE-
TO-BE-SURE-GAVE-ME-AN-IRISH-GYPSY
To be a grown man
I could hardly wait,
as if some mission
was to be my fate.

A fate I so wished
to go endure,
and that mission
I was quite sure

would be to write.
As a gypsy said:
"Just follow your star
with your heart and head."

GOLD-AND-GREY
Will grey, one day,
your every golden curl,
and you sure shall miss
being called a girl.
You'll see that age has summoned.
That everybody calls you old-woman.

VANITY FAIR?
"Mirror, mirror,
on the wall,
who's the fairest
one of all?"

"Narcissus,
but he was male.
Vanity, too,
is your sad tale !"  

Thursday, August 28, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 241 (D)

AN-INTERSTELLAR-TELEPATHY
If my very thoughts -
like a computer text -
with the farside of earth
could go connect
in a matter of seconds,
how long the reply
from a telepathic
Venusian guy
who is wondering,
for all his worth,
if there is life here
upon our earth?

CORRECTION:

DUMBBELL AND DUMBER (and dumbbells, not dumbells. I'm such a dumbbell ! Ha) below.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 241 (C)

A-LIFT-UP-FIND
A pick-me-up
comes in handy.
For some a beer
is sure dandy.
For Sterne it was
his Tristram Shandy !

for PATTAYA TRADER 241 (B)

HIS EXCELLENCY
Quinnevere
or Guinevere.
Caliburn or Excalibur.
Queen and sword
had Arthur, Lord.
A king who'd damn Calibre.

DUMBELL-AND-DUMBER
He works out in the gymnasium.
Wants a body that's not round as a plum.
A body that other guys can admire
and many a girl, hopefully, desire.

Then he'll growl "What you looking at !"
and knock some poor skinny guy flat.
"See that girls, I'm as fit as hell !"
Brawn not brains have such dumbells !

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 241 (A)

SURE-A-SHINY-MOON-MAN-HE
There are the thieves,
for sure the beggars.
Then there was he,
the big bootlegger.
His moonshine activity
had been illegal.
His moonshine whisky
folk say was lethal.
Find the man became
such a big noise
that word got round
to the blue bobby boys.
And so the moonshiner
was now a moonlighter.
A moonlit runner
tanked-up on liquor.

IT'S-THE-FAST-GUY-GATHERING-FEMALE
On whose arm
does the lady go?
He is a pimp
from Pimblico.

Who is his lady
that many-men know?
She's a prostitute
from Pimblico.

What are they doing
here in Soho?
Oh gosh, oh gosh,
you sure are slow !

BIRD-OVER-AND-ABOVE-THE-HOTEL
Our gang saw bands galore.
Find the Coatham Hotel ballroom
was the Jazz Club on Sundays.
The spotlight, like the moon,
on the rockers cast its beam.
Across the road the sea tossed
as Fleetwood Mac, with Peter Green,
played the blues and 'Albatross'.

for PATTAYA TRADER 240 (C)

FRUITY-FEMALE
"You be my banana.
You be my cucumber.
Backhanded compliment?
I kept her from slumber.
She and I, what a hoot !
You can have fun with fruit !!

THE-TRAVELS-OVER-TO-
THE-EVERLASTING?
Oxford, London, Edinburgh,
Blackpool, York, Amsterdam.
Paris, Bangkok, Pattaya.
I've been a travelling man.
Everyone else is a journeyman too.
In this world, we all pass-through.

THE-NUN'S-BLUE-HABIT
The blue nun.
How blue?
Drinks wine?
Has one or two !

The blue nun.
She fell.
Head had spun.
Dizzy as hell.

The blue nun.
Black and blue.
Arm bruised
and her leg too.

Soied his chance
the monk grey.
Nursed the nun.
She gave way.

No virgin
now our nun
in the habit
of having damn-fun !

YES-PESSIMISM-HAS-
NO-PLACE-WITH-YOU
You were ever the optimist
and you'll find that I discern
from our world history
you will never learn !

BUSY-BEEVERS'-VERSES
"I love your satires,
I love your puns.
I love, love, love you,
my honeybun.
Love, love, love you,
my busy bee."
That's what the girl
sure said to me.
So where as she gone?
Off with a sour guy, lazy-John !

for PATTAYA TRADER 240 (B)

AN-UNSOUND-WIDE-SEA
There is magic in the world.
There is also trickery,
and Prospero fell victim
to this very falsity.

The tide was to go turn
on Prospero's enemy.
He used magical spells
to return trickery.
What goes around comes back around
by sound device and not so sound.

WHY-THE-VERSE-POEMS?
The colloquial,
the vernacular,
lacks the music
of a poetic bar.

THE-FALSE-PROPHET-
AS-TO-A-MOSLEM-HOLY-WAR?
Enoch Powell,
a racist he?
Or prophet of
Old Testimony?

IN-THE-VERY-PRESENCE-
OF-THE-PAST
We go back years
both me and you.
From there to there
we're passing through.

We all travel on
from there to there.
The here-and-now, girl,
gets everywhere.

THE-HORNY-UNICORN-
LADY-RIDER !
It's called the 'unicorn-straddle'.
She straddled.
I was in the saddle.
I was saddled.
To the woman I was tied,
she wanted more than one ride !

THE-YORK-VALE'S-DISC-JOCKEY-
GOT-NO-DAMN-VALENTINE'S-CARD-
THAT-DAY-PERHAPS?!
For York's W.H. Smith
I was the very first
poet in residence
to write Valentine verse.

The local radio's D.J.,
who was no musician,
seemed to find it sad,
but verses are often fun.
Perhaps the talentless guy
just didn't get one?!

GEORGE FORMBY
Ee by gum !
find he looked rum
with his ukulele-strum.
He'd been cleaning windows?

On top form was he,
what did Georgie see,
rich and naked-young-widows?!

ON-THE-MUSICAL-
THE-KING-AND-I
I was no Yul Brynner
with my head of hair
but I was a king
while I was over there,

as well as a teacher
to the Siamese queens.
The ladies who waltz
into many-men's dreams ! 

Saturday, August 23, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 240 (A)

THE-OLD-WOMAN'S-NATURALLY-
HEALTHY-DEATH
There're birds go fly
into the yellow eye,
in her light-fading hours.
She is ebbing away
on this breath-taking day.
Only her family's tear-showers.
She's parachuting she cries -
as the light goes dies -
into a field of sunflowers.

HAUNTS-THIS-HAMLET'S-DEEP-THOUGHTS-
JUST-NOW-JOANIE
Ah Joan, old dear,
you enjoyed Shakespeare
though sure made it clear
there was much you didn't get.
There're few find do
but won't tell us true,
and true were you.
You're the ghost to my Hamlet.

THE-HIRED-PENHAND
He's a gun for hire
with his ball-point pen.
He'll give the bullet
find again-and-again.

Some write poison
and remain anonymous.
He writes hard-truth.
Bite the dirt, the dust !

THE-WHITE-CLOUD-KATY
She plays music for Martians.
It soars to the stars.
She plays music for spirits,
heavenly are its bars.
And otherworldly is she,
a far-out haunting beauty.

Friday, August 22, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 239 (F)

THE-HEAD-STAR-DA
Ladda, hair tied-up-high,
on her forehead a star.
How that playful star now shines
she is from me far.
Ladda is playing with me
in a Siam seaside memory.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 239 (E)

POSITIVE-PEOPLE-VERSE
Positivity
over negativity.
A people's army
of mystic warriors be.

But is seems
there'll be some shall
fall in the field
to the material.

WISDOM'S PALACE
The more we learn
the more we know
there's so much more
of that royal carpet to go.

But there are those
won't learn a thing
and yet crown themselves
the know-all king.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 239 (D)

UNDERSTUDY?
"Fast, racy, quick,
your verses," she'd swear.
Small, brief, short,
like her underwear?!

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 239 (C)

TONGUE TRUSSED
It's off your tongue
you let "Trust me" slide.
Truss, not trust your tongue
would be best. The times you've lied.

for PATTAYA TRADER 239 (B)

SURE-NO-SHIELD-IS-A-DAMN-LIE-HA-HA !
"A mystic warrior"
say the stars.
I've been a carrier
of some scars.

But I shall tell you
they have healed.
Where my sword of truth?!
Where my shield?!

Monday, August 18, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 239 (A)

FEEL-EASY-IN-THE-FAR-EAST
The cute Kyoto Geisha girl she's
a companion to the rich Japanese
and to the wealthy foreign man
who's just in from his homeland,
seeking a lady of perfect ease.

BEEN DONE?
Not even habitual liars like to be lied to,
nor do theives like to be stolen from.
Killers try to hide their dirty tracks,
to their own deaths wish not to be hung.
So do unto others as they do to you?
Find the criminals don't want us to !

for PATTAYA TRADER 238 (F)

SUNNY-SIAM-CITY-SINS?
I lived in Bangkok,
also by an Elephant farm
out there in old Siam's
Far-South-Eastern charm.
I lived in Pattaya
the city with a beach,
it's own Buddha Hill's
view to overreach
rooftops and the bay.
I lived in Thailand
five years of my life.
Sun and sea and sand
but also Bangkok smog,
and tusky-beasts too.
A bevy of cute-bargirls
nor cheap-beverages taboo !

for PATTAYA TRADER 238 (E)

WITH-A-DARK-LADY-COULD-
SWAN-AWAY-THIS-DREAMER !
The 'Little Egyptian'
or just the 'Gypsy'
has ever been
a romance to me.

The Romany,
ah the Romany,
and even pirates
upon a vast sea.

Oh darkly-cast girl
I've sure eyes on,
to glide away with you
in a ship The Black Swan !

A PENNILESS-POET'S-NEWLY-
IMPOTENT-POSITION-SHOWS
She seeks sensitivity
and meets a man of verse.
To her his pen is gold,
she gets him inside her purse.
Now she is his patroness,
in the money he becomes artless !

A-WOLF-MOON-WOMAN-
YOU-WILL-FIND
A she-wolf is the woman
and eater of men's hearts.
A female who forms relationships
only to tear them cruelly-apart.
You find that the moon's romantic
yet she finds that the moon's lycanthropic.

FIND-THE-HULL-HERMIT-PHILIP?
The Hermit of Hull was Larkin,
poet of The North Ship.
So you'd to read his words.
Sure couldn't read his lips !

OH-WHAT-A-GYPSY-WITCH-IS-SHE
Hitch your horse to a wagon
and go journey free
rather than hitch your heart
to the witch-gypsy.

A warlock in wedlock
you should have to be.
Yes a warlock in wedlock
so to spellbind she.

Hitch your horse to a wagon
as is bound to she
after breaking your heart,
the cruel witch-gypsy.

THE-SHOD-HORSE-IS-NOW-
UNSHOED-AND-RIDERLESS
A pea pops out from
an overripe pod.
A very-worn-out horse
its iron-shoe has shed.

The pea will go to seed
and the horse to grass.
Will we see new life
when from the earth we pass?

Saturday, August 16, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 238 (D)

IT-WAS-STRAIGHT-TO-
THE-BAR'S-OUTDOOR !
Ahhh, an hermaphroditee
was to appear in a nightie.
Ohhh, what a damn frighty !
I wanted a Siamese girlie
but got no such delighty.
Ahhh, an hermophroditee
in a bar was to alighty.
I was to say good nighty,
and then I took flighty.
His reply "Thank you Mr Whitee,
I think too my nightie nicee !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 238 (C)

COSMIC DRAGONS
Comets through the cosmos course
with long fiery dragon-like tails.
Out with swords to slay the demons !
These the great beasts of bygone tales?
Yellowy-green or goldy-red flames
crossed-into our earth of old.
These the great beasts of bygone days?
Out with swords, you knights so bold !

THE-SHADES-OTHER-THAN-
SURE-DAMNED-GRAY-SING-I-DO
I hear creativity
sure keeps us young.
Write your verses.
Let your songs be sung.
Paint a picture.
Be creative, I say,
and avoid the likes
of a Dorian Gray.

A WORLD NO MORE
The world will end.
Wind, water nor war
will men endure
anymore.
Storms, floods, bloody fights
will end one day. Or NIGHT.

A-BALLOT-BOX-AND-A-
LOTTERY-TICKET
He'll mark the box
for the reds today.
To mark the blues's box
would be dirty play,
for no one's the right
to more money than he.
He'll then buy a ticket
hoping to win the Lottery !

Friday, August 15, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 238 (B)

HERE-I-AM-THE-FREEWAY-FAN !
My spirit is a gypsy,
my body is its caravan.
Home is where the heart is.
I'm a free road fan !

CORRECTION:

THE-STAGE'S-LADY-LILY-AND-THE-SEER-GYPSY is the full title to the second verse-poem below. I'm a stickler for alliteration and balance in my long titles !

for PATTAYA TRADER 238 (A)

PIE-IN-MY-EYE
I am no wolfpack-runner.
I am no sharkschool-swimmer.
It's no cannibal am I
but shucks, hot-lady-pie,
you want to come for dinner?!

THE-STAGE'S-LILY-AND-
THE-SEER-GYPSY
Sure was a guy
called Gypsy Lane
who helped put a lily
in the picture-frame.
Langtry, Miss Langtry,
before Oscar came.
Ah the Jersey Lily,
a stager of her name -
a route to her fame -
was the guy Gypsy Lane.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 237 (F)

WAR RATS
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat.
Tommygun and tin hat.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat.
Barbedwire, huge-rats.
Rat-a-tat-tat ...
Shot-up, now dead-flat.

HE'S-UPPING-HIS-LUCK-
IN-AMERICA?
He said "Hey buddy,
can you spare a dime?"
He thought "Hey Buddha,
I'd like the sublime.
Hey-hey, dear Jesus,
a heavenly time'd be mine
if only I'd the choice,
but down on my luck
a given dollar or two
sure is looking up !"

THE-HOOKED-LINE-THINKER
Deep down in thought,
I'm sure a deep thinker.
Thoughts are my habit,
my hook, line and sinker.
An odd cod to you, no doubt,
but mister you're a shallow trout !

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 237 (E)

(SUE, should you be viewing this, it's a play on The Full Monty and Monty Python. Some fruity verses, but 'dickhead and prick' are about as rude as I get, and sparingly !)

THE-DONKEY-DICKHEAD-
SURE-THINKS-SHE-IS-A-PRICK !
She stands up to pee
ha ha ha, heee hee hee,
just like in The Full Monty.
Yes she stands up to pee
hee haw, hee haw hee,
hung not even like a donkey.
He can forget the python
he looks over to eye on !

for PATTAYA TRADER 237 (D)

FIND-THE-BLOWN-WOLF-KISS-
WHISTLES-YOU-CAN
Farewell dear Lauren,
find it is time to go.
Humphrey awaits you in the wings.
Sure is the end of the show.
Far away from me in England,
I put my lips together and blow.

A-SEA'S-DOMES-AND-A-MOON'S-BASES-YES?
One day it might damn well be
man dwells in cities beneath the sea,
under domes made of a glass
that wear and tear shall ever outlast,
as the world's oceans begin to rise
and reduce the landmasses in size,
or even bases upon the moon
will be built as man seeks more room
to live and to overpopulate,
repeat his follies as seems his cruel-fate?

REAL-HELLHOLERS
"Hell is other people,"
suggested Jean-Paul Sartre.
Sometimes the so-very-obvious
needs such a pointer !

IT-WAS-A-CURIOUS-CAT-
AND-A-REAL-DUMB-DODO
Curiosity killed the cat,
almost everyone's heard.
But naivety wiped out
the poor dodo-bird.

DECONSTRUCTION
I do not hold
with the clean slate.
Born to be bad
is the damn fate
of some it seems.
All worldly societies
carry the worst
criminal disease.
Not all societies
are the same,
so why is society
always fit to blame?

A-MOON-MADAM-MINE
Wax lyrical,
I am in tune
with the lady
of the moon.

Wax lyrical,
in tune I am
with a lady
of old Siam.

Red moon, red skin,
dark's the room.
Mine the lady
of the moon.

ROSEAPPLE-SAUCE
Catfish is an aphrodisiac?
Peeping tom spy us on our backs.
Chompoo I'd want to eat
without the fish that was our treat !

RAMBLING-DOWN-MEMORY'S-
LONG-ROAD-SO-I-AM !
Your name meant sweetbrier;
your name meant wild-rose.
You had chestnut hair -
colour of your mare -
and wore gypsy clothes.
Elgantine, ah Elgantine.
Irish-girl. Too old to be mine.

I AM A ONE !
I used to like
a drink or two,
and - you know -
many poets do !

I used to like
a girl or three,
and - you know -
it still suits me !

But now I drink
the beers less,
and longer love?
'twould be best !

MANY-VOICES-OF-ENVY-I-NOTE
There are many with nothing
envy those who do
and wish for them
to have nothing too.

They'll say that money
is not everything.
To me, find, it's not.
But THEY are lying.  

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 237 (C)

THE-NAUGHT
The zero's the egg
from which we hatch.
The zero's the shape
of the planetery batch.

The zero's the rounds
of our planet earth.
The zero's the cycle
of death and birth.

The zero's the nothing
that doesn't exist.
It is a contradiction.
I round-off with this.

Monday, August 11, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 237 (B)

RULE-OF-NATURAL-LAW
A parliament of owls
above the youngsters' school -
wide-eyed wise-old hawks -
watch play the tiny fool
a dunce-capped mouse
who knows not they rule !

THE-GODS-COULD-GO-KILL-ONEANOTHER-
AND-WERE-TO-DIE-OUT-ANYWAY
The Norse gods died,
the Greek gods died,
such is immortality. Whether
we gain immortality or not,
there only this body to rot,
forever won't last for ever?

A-SIAM-BAR-AND-
A-DARTING-STAR
I saw, from the Thai Archer bar,
what looked to be a shooting star
outside the cycle of our today.
A fiery-arrow upon its way
through the dark of outer space,
and there was I in a foreign place,
an alien visitor in Thailand,
a very-pretty girl holding my hand.
Perhaps the star was a sign:
"Englishman, you and she both shine"?

REALLY-BELLOWED-A-BRONZE-
BULL'S-BUILDER
There was a callous fellow
invented a bull that would bellow
when  heated with a human inside.
Many men were put to death
bellowing with their fiery-breath,
and the first victim his lord tried
was the callous inventor himself who
bellowed and bellowed, "Moo moo moo !!"

Saturday, August 9, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 237 (A)

SPORTY-AND-THE-SPURT
She had the look,
she had the walk.
She shook my bottle
and popped my cork.
Come on girl. Go on flirt.
Find I was there in a spurt !

THE-GHETTO-GAME
He's behind dark glasses,
he's behind the shades.
He's a guy as black
as the ace of spades,
who leans against a mini-bar.
The drink, it degrades
in his house of cards.

NO-TEAM-PLAYER-WAS-
SO-PRETTY-SHE !
It sure was not cricket
to stick her with his wicket
across there in the clover,
even if she'd bowled him over -
bowled him over with a spinner -
the green grass on the pitch was thinner !

A-FUNNY-FANNY-NO?
"Her legs go all the way
up to her cute bum."
How could the guy say
something so damn dumb?

Were her bum and body
not in the right place
then the girl's legs could go
up to... a fanny-face?!

Friday, August 8, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 236 (F)

FIND-LIFTED-A-BURDEN-BLUE
A royal purple sent your head reeling.
It is the colour of spiritual healing.
You knelt and with the colour were knighted.
Arose with a blue burden alighted.

A-CIRCUS-RING
There is a sadness that surrounds
and then a laughter find abounds.
The circular circus does its rounds.
We are ring masters when not sad clowns.

THE-HEAT-OF-A-HEAVEN-
AND-A-DAMN-HELL
Thus it was the young Apollo
on an heroic-venture to war would go,
to see damn action on the front-line.
But with an island-girl spent his time.

The poet Brooke and she in flowery-wreaths.
A fever took his and other warriors' lives.
One of many-million wartime dead.
Soldiers now with wreaths of poppies red.

WHITE-AS-A-GHOST-IS?
Black is the old-colour of peace
and we hear there's peace in death.
But is death black or is it white?
And, like a ghost, could it go without rest?

PRAYERS-AND-PREYERS
Where there's a death there is a will,
and where a will there's ever a way
to turn up like a vulture in black
and pretend you are not there to prey.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 236 (E)

RIGHT-MOUTHY-MOLL-HAS-
THE-GANGSTER-YOU-WILL-HEAR
She says when he went off the rails
he became a guy hard as nails.
Beside him every gangster pales.
Now dead-men tell no tales.

There're guys like him fill jails.
Even she before him quails.
Though as his moll she never fails
to come alive when telling tales !

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 236 (D)

LIVE-LONGER-SKIVER-DIVER-GUY
He dove from the Transporter Bridge
so to drown therein the filthy-water.
on the Otherside now, not the far bank;
life is short. He made his much shorter.

for PATTAYA TRADER 236 (C)

A-DOLPHIN-DYNASTY
Merovie gave us
the Merovingians.
He was sired by
an aquatic man?
Frankly, yes frankly,
it's a fishy-thing.
But find France did
have the Dauphin !

YES-THE-DESIROULY-RED-HOT-
LADIES-SURELY-FLUSHED-FACES
"No guy's a gentleman
in bed," I've heard it said.
Yet ladies first, I sure say.
Ah to see faces a flushed hot-red !

STAR-TRAMS
Tramlines in space?! Tramlines in space?!!
Can they take me from the damn human race?
Take me, take me, on their tramline-bus
to a far-away and so-starry-terminus?!

DEEPLY-BURIED-WISH
The green genie
of the yellow sands
said "You've just one wish;
to own this land?
I grant your wish.
This land is yours.
Let the sands of time
on you quickly pour !"

JAMS,-JOSTLES,-AND-A-JUNGLE'S-BEASTS
The motorbikes zigzag and zoom.
The car-drivers, like exhausts, fume.
The buildings, like huge elephants, loom.
Back, back, back, the traffic snakes.
Green Man of the jungle his signal makes:
cross over the road walkers, traffic waits.
The motorbikers have the wider room
to go ahead. The cars have on their brakes.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 236 (B)

WOW!-HIGH-LIKE-A-CLOUD
Stick needles in your arm, without a thread.
Or smoke-off your surely dopey-head.
Do it until you are dead-numb.
Sail high up the chimney at the crematorium !

MONKFISHY
Skulduggery !
Skulduggery !!
Necromance
and buggery.
Tom Foolery,
sexual thuggery.

Skulduggery !
Skulduggery !!
The monastery
and the nunnery.
Mary Contrariness.
Earthy. Landlubbery.

NOT-THAT-KIND-ANYMORE
Used and so abused,
I was too laid back.
If my help's ever refused
it is not kindness I lack.
Let us get the truth, girl,
on the straight track:
there's many take advantage
out the kindness find THEY lack.

Monday, August 4, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 236 (A)

PEN-STROKES
They say he's a gigolo.
A guy down on his luck
who is up-the-whole-night
trying to write a book.
Some say "Budding author,"
some say "Cheap shmuck."
All his elderly ladies
by his youth are struck.

He dances in the evenings,
sees his women to bed.
Never gets to rest his body
or just lie his own head.
Some say "Budding author,"
some say "Cheap shmuck."
All his elderly ladies
by this boy are struck.

for PATTAYA TRADER 235 (F)

IT'S-AT-STAIRCASE-BOTTOM-
MORE-ARE-NOW
There are boards on the windows,
in the street is broken glass.
In this unsafe house lives
one of the many underclass.
"It is the guy's own fault,"
I have heard some folk say.
"There is every opportunity
to climb the upwards way."
If only this were always true.
If only opportunity would knock
on the broken doors of the many
who are downstairs on their luck.

POOR OUTLOOK
From her cracked window she views
a wall that's sprayed with bad news.
Houses here have been broken into.
The buses out of town are very-few.
There's no getting away for a brief-time.
She's stuck with graffiti and the crime.
What is it with the young and poor?
It's not been like this since the war !

WINNING-GRIN
Going 'Dutch' is damn fine
apart from long-relationships.
One will always take control.
Smile girl, swing your hips,
maybe this time you shall win;
or fall again for his got-you-grin?

NEW-WET-WONDERS-IN-A-WORLD-
FOR-DRY-WITS-YOU-WILL-FIND?
You want to change the world?
Then come join the queue.
There are billions of bodies
who're way ahead of you.
But they want to change it
in line with their personal view.
Yes with your very-own beliefs
there are individuals will argue.
Those who will completely agree
with everything you say are few.
Though you are young and naive,
fresh-out-the-water; washed-up-new.

Friday, August 1, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 235 (E)

PAPER CAP
My poem's about you?
You'd like to tear it?
"It is derogatory," you groan?
If the cap fits you can wear it !

Thursday, July 31, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 235 (D)

ROYAL-RETREAT
I drink my Singha,
watching the girls ship by.
Feel the breeze pass too.
Green palms, purple sky.
There's a wild-parrot
gives me the eye.
A sandy lizard
I can see go run,
here in the cool-shade,
from a very-hot sun.

GOING-UNDER-THE-GAS-
WITH-DREAMY-ALICE?
She shakes her hair, shakes her firm ass.
It's Alice and her band The Looking-Glass.
The girls in the crowd shake their own butts.
The boys in the crowd go out their nuts.
The whole gig, the whole show's a gas.
Psychedelic sights and sounds, one undergone,
will leave the kids something to reflect upon.

Monday, July 28, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 235 (C)

DISCOVERED-A-VERY-DUSTY-DIAMOND
The Diamond-Sutra,
found in a cave.
No dust-jacket
in the bygone day.

The Buddhist-text
found in a cave
into which folk found
the Middle-Way?

HOT-SAUSAGE-SANDWHICH-LADY'S-
NEW-TENANT
"Welcome to our rhyming country,"
said the Australian Sheila.
"I like your Cockney rhyming slang.
My forefathers were stealers
sent to Ozzy's penal colony,"
she told the young Englishman.
"Oh yes I like your look
and your Cockney slang.
Climb the apples and pears.
Climb the stairs, you pomegranate.
This gal makes fresh sangas
for the new male immigrant !"

Friday, July 25, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 235 (B)

DOUBLE-UP-ACT
Marie Lloyd of the Music Hall;
double-entendres, she knew them all.
She had her eye upon the 'ball' !
Had her 'ticket' been 'punched' before?
The punchline girl knew the score.
T.S. Eliot, or backwwards nearly Toilet,
said her passing he'd sorely-regret.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

CORRECTION:

Below should be 'lollipops' and maybe 'kojack'? Can't remember !

for PATTAYA TRADER 235 (A)

SARGE-CHARGED?
When Kojak met Sergeant Pepper
it was an arresting get together.
He did not taste her lollipopos
nor did she spice his pepper-pots.
It was a seventies tv cop-show.
Miami Vice came later, we all know !

IN-BLUE-BLOOM-WAS-THE-HOUSEBOUND-
BOY-ON-THE-DAY
The sun was fair
and find was she -
rooted in the earth -
the lilac-tree.

But when, oh when
she was cut down
the garden green
began to drown.

Began to drown
 in rain, rain, rain.
Blue was the child
showing disdain

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 234 (F)

SPIKY-NORMAN-AND-THE-HEDGEHOGS
The guy is a singer
in a rock 'n' roll band.
The boys all go bristle
at the needle in his hand.

He became the kind
couldn't sing into a mike
without the precious prick
earnt him the name Spike.

Curled up into a ball,
the future's not too bright
for Spike, nor his band,
who'd hogged the limelight.

for PATTAYA TRADER 234 (E)

A-FIERY-POETIC-PASSION-
POURS-FORTH
Aflame's the passion,
head spins with zeal.
It sure is fireworks,
the Catharsis Wheels !

Monday, July 21, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 234 (D)

THE-ARTHURIAN-ROMANCE
It was by Carlton Towers
and the huge fishpond
with its waterlily-flowers -
as white as the wild swans -
a pen-sword I would spy
in my budding poet's eye.

RED-RUBY
"Ruby's a strawberry-blonde."
"A cherry-blonde," another said.
But you were to obscond
with the name "Ruby red."

Men did not own you.
They thought you their possession.
Rebel, girl, you had to.
Dodgy was their obsession.

"Ruby's a strawberry-blonde."
"A cherry-blonde," another said.
But you were to obscond
with the name "Ruby Red."

MEDIUM
The spirit of wisdom
is without duress,
it has learnt the lessons
of excess.

RED-AND-GOLD
On Red materialism
I am not sold,
as they'd sell out
for fairy gold !

A-TESTING-TIME-TO-ALL
Are you the fox?
Are you the hound?
Are you insecure?
Are you feeling sound?
Here on this earth
you're in the test-ground.

Are you up on high?
Are you low down?
What is going around
will come back around.
Here on this globe
you're in the test-ground.

IT'S-GREEN-TRUTH-TESTS-
THE-YOUNG-GAWAIN?
The Green Knight,
giant of a man,
under the spell
of witch-fairy Morgan?
He Merlin in disguise,
or the god Bran?
As green as nature,
as green as truth,
the woods wild-man
tests Gawain the youth?

Saturday, July 19, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 234 (C)

FIND-FEET-ACCUSTOMED-
TO-RAW-CONCRETE
The flower girl -
in the inner-city -
like the parks in bloom
is looking so pretty,
selling her wares to those who pass
on feet that are not used to grass.

Friday, July 18, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 234 (B)

THE-NORSE-GOD'S-THUNDEROUS-HAMMER-
HAS-GONE-NOW?
The hammer of Thor
we find was forged
by the magical beings
that were called dwarves.

God of the Vikings
was the mighty Thor.
"Take to the battle boats
and take up the oars;
the god of thunder,
he mightily-roars !"

YES-A-POISONOUS-SERPENT-WOMAN
I saw her bottom-half
as the body of a snake.
Of her forked-tongue talk
I sure would not partake.
The girl was no naga.
She was a land-dweller.
No watersnake woman;
but a venemous lie teller.
Converse with the girl?
Just give a guy a break !
Does'nt Genesis damn warn
of a talking garden-snake?!!

for PATTAYA TRADER 234 (A)

Last post was 233 not 223.

THE-HELL-HOB
Up came a hob
from the hearth of Hell.
By folks firesides
it was to dwell.
"It's a house-fairy,"
every one of them said.
It drank all their milk,
it ate all their bread.
"It is a little devil,"
everyone now says.
It dwells in the hills
with the trolls these days.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 223 (F)

GROWING-WIZARD-WISE-AND-LESS-LIKE-
THE-GREEN-KID-DOROTHY?!
I believed him a wizard,
like The Wizard of Oz.
To my child's mind
that is what God was.
The Kingdom of Heaven
a castle in the air,
in an Emerald City.
A yellow-brick road led there.
Yes a yellow-brick road
that rises up like a stair.
The kingdom is within
this child was later told.
Whether or not the wizard's within,
oh to be now wise as he then old !

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 233 (E)

A-WORKAWAY-WEEKDAY-DREAMER
Woden's-day, Thor's-day, Freya's-day,
in thrall of the weekend beckoning,
and a dreamy-night out on Saturn's-day
like a young-god nectar-drinking.

WORLD-WIDE-WARINESS
One world and one vision?
Capitalism? Communism? Islamism?
Whose vision shall we share
and is not each ONE impaired?

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 233 (D)

DANCE-FLOOR-DISC-CONNECTIONS-
SURELY-FIND
"Rock 'n' roll !" said Alan Freed.
It was a black term for sex.
Ah the raunchy music sure floored
the white kids who were to connect !

A-BUCKING-BRONCO
You're just a yahoo
with your lady-lasso.
Like a rodeo rider,
you'll not go break her.
The girl's wise to you.

Monday, July 14, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 233 (C)

JADED-JACK
A butcher? A baker?
A candlestick maker?
Who was Jack the Ripper?
A tinker? A taylor?
A lawyer? A jailer?
A prince? A skipper?
many women worked on their back.
Of all the Johns which shady Jack?

DOWN-WITH-A-BUG?
Black polka dots
on a red skirt,
ladybird come hither
to with me flirt !

Ladybird come hither
in the cosy-bar, the snug.
Fly me, ladybird,
I have the lady bug !

THE-GHOST-GIRL-ROLLING-MEMORIES
Supra couldn't roll her 'r's
but could roll her arse and eyes.
"Supa ! Supa !" Yes "Supa ! Supa !"
And what a super surprise
was the sexy older Thai lady
to many of the young white guys.
Supa without the 'r' rolled on.
Rolled and rolled, the girl now gone.

FILM-FRENZIED-WAS-DIRECTOR-KENNY-YES
For poets and composers, yes,
Ken Russell got damn-crazier;
as mad as Lord Byron
and as fevered as Litzomania !

Saturday, July 12, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 233 (B)

IT-IS-REALLY-THE-PAGAN-PILGRIMS'-
GLASTONBURY-TOUR-BY-THE-TOR?
The bands are playing
there at Glastonbury.
The tribes are gathering;
sounds to hear, sights to see.
Tour the stages like pilgrims,
listen to music as an idol sings?

Friday, July 11, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 233 (A)

IT'S-EQUAL-DIFFERENCES-FROM-A-PARISIAN-
HIGH-AND-LOW-DOWN-PERSPECTIVE
From the Eiffel Tower
we looked down
at the dots, the specs
upon the ground.
In Paris were we,
my lover and I,
and as we looked
from there on high,
were not we dots
or specs, too,
to those grounded
gazing up to view?

BUSH-BEATER-NOR-BESTER-WAS-SHE
She was raven-haired
and sang like a thrush,
but I can tell you
she was never Kate Bush !

She was raven-haired
and those locks were lush,
but I can tell you
she was never Kate Bush !

THE-PHILOSOPHER'S-STONE
The old-alchemist,
he worked alone;
he a philosopher
and she a stone.

He turned into gold
the heartless girl
as surely turns
around the world.

Yes turned into gold
a heartless female.
Not our rock, Earth;
this'd be a fairytale !

YES-MY-MEASURE-A-SIRENY-MUSE-
DEDUCED-AND-SEDUCED !
She said "I have your measure,
you may have my hidden treasure,
I've been an island far too long."
I paraphrase her, indeed.
From her gown, the girl, now freed
was like the Sirens in sweet song !

THE-JUICY-JUNKED-UP-THEN-
THE-SO-PUNKED-UP
Flower Power was to go to seed,
narcotic poppies replaced the 'weed'.
Laid-back Hippiedom's pot-heads
had been targets for Skins and new Teds.
The druggy-juice, the druggy-junk,
left us kids who were the Punks. 

Thursday, July 10, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 232 (F)

CUDDLE-UP-TO-LADY-TAN-DID-I
Her nickname was Tan,
she'd worked in Taiwan
at a Cuddly Toy Factory.
Find I met her in Siam,
I was the white man
to bronze-bodied she.
Was the girl Siamese
or was she Taiwanese?
Who cares. We twain met.
You grown girls and boys,
were we cuddly toys?
Oh boy, oh girl, you bet !

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 232 (E)


THE-APPLE-BLOSSOM-SCENTED-
NIGHTTIME-LADY
Chompoo, ah Chompoo,
rose-apple named were you.
Girl I came to bite
of the rosy apple in the night.
No sepent tempted me.
No dragon by a tree.
Delicious, a delight,
was your naked beauty.

IT-IS-AN-ELECTRIC-DANCE-DECK-
LADY-ARE-YOU
Electric lady, your current connects
as we dance inside the discoteche.
Every guy gives you the glad-eye
upstairs here, in the Top Deck,
while your character's assassination
is the less-pretty-girls' occupation.
Yes electricity it's you are to me
who are the charge of the situation.

A-'CAUGHT-RED-HANDED'-ARREST-
AT-THE-COMMUNIST-BORDER
Back at Checkpoint Charlie
over in East Berlin
discovered were the drugs
the guy was smuggling
out the Red-Eastside
into Germany's West.
When Charlie viewed 'charlie'
he was face-to-face with arrest.

Monday, July 7, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 232 (D)

SHORT COMINGS?
e.e. cummings wrote
in lower case.
Yes for CAPITAL letters
he had so-little taste.

AN-ICY-SNOWWOMAN
Over the ropes,
out of the ring.
She had to be
a ding-a-ling.
Gloves still on.
It'd been snowing.
Shook heads people.
Dead girl on heroin.

LIBERTY-AND-TYRANNY
Behind the thick bricks
and cold bars of steel
sat the Marquis de Sade
in the Bastille.

But the libertine
would be liberated.
Soon a freer France
to oppressive Terror fated.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 232 (C)

NEARER-TO-TRUTH?
Mystics, scientists, politicians.
Seldom do we hear from them what is true.
Theirs sleights of hand, like a stage-magician's.
Yet it is the poets that most folk rue.

FEMALE-SOLDIERS-OF-FORTUNE-NO?
Her pubic hair went public
in a pornograhic magazine.
She revealed her privates.
Her friend said "It's OBSCENE
the amount of money you've made !"
Before a camera she too 'flashed'
and a huge cheque she's cashed.
Many like to view privates on parade.

Friday, July 4, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 232 (B)

A GLOBEFISH
A big fish, in a small pond,
leapt, like a salmon, into the blue beyond.
Arched like a rainbow was his leaping
into the ocean and its keeping.
A tinier fish, away he swam,
with much more space for him to expand.

A-FISHER-KING-ALLEGORY-NO?
The kingfisher was
the halcyon
in days now gone,
yes days now gone.

Calmed the seas
this bird of peace.
Mythical of course.
Life's storms increase.

THE-LIGHT-OF-A-TRUER-LOVE-
DIMMED-BY-DUALITY?
Beyond the poles
of love and hate
a wide higher love,
a mystical agape,
is purported to be.
Perceptions gate
to many is closed.
Dull clouds taken shape.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

far PATTAYA TRADER 232 (A)

LOST-IN-TRASLATION-
SHALL-WE-ALL-SAY?
Not with peace
but with a sword
came he, Jesus,
you call the lord.

The Sword of Truth
you can go say,
but then the truth's
'peace is cut away'?

THE-TRICKY-KISS
Betrayed with a kiss
as was the divine-plan?
Judas tricked Jesus
or was loyal to the Son-of-Man?

for PATTAYA TRADER 231 (H)

REALLY ART?
Conceptual art?
Find it's a con.
An unmade bed?
You're putting me on !

You're putting me on !
You are laying me
and have the nerve
to ask for real-money !

A-BLACK-GIRL-SINGER'S-
BARROOM-BLUES-IN-AMERICA
A pearl before swine
sure was the girl, she
sang to saloon crowds
as if to a damn piggery.
Pearl, oh black pearl,
style above the stys.
That's how it was then
in bars for the white-guys.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 231 (G)

WARWORK
An angry army,
an uruly mob
cries out loud
"Give us jobs !"

An angry army
of overworked workers
turns on the jobless
and calls them "Shirkers !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 231 (F)

IT'S-A-HORNYTHOLOGIST-ARE-YOU-NO?!
A mavis you call the thrush
that is singing in the bush.
And you call a deviling
the swift that is on the wing.

You know the varying names,
you know the different words;
you are a cocky-guy who knows
his way around lovely hen-birds !

A-REALLY-WARM-WELCOMING-
YOUNG-WOMAN'S-SMILES
I knew a girl
who walked the street,
and saw the men
she would greet.
They knew the girl
more than I
for I met her only
with my eye.

Yes I knew a girl
who had a beat
like a policeman
but no flat feet.
Her heels were high,
made her look tall,
though I could see
that she was small.

It's a small world
and a short street.
Many the big men
she would meet.
To my eye
she looked a treat,
a warm smile
that gave a body heat.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 231 (E)

CONQUERORS-AND-COLONIES-YES
Renamed New York
was New Amsterdam
when forced out the Dutch
by our Duke, an Englishman,
in the fight for America;
a fight for the New Land.

Many a country conquered,
many a country colonised,
many a country enslaved,
some shall say civillised.

That was our yesterdays.
It's now long-ago history.
Some still take liberties.
We give men liberty.

A-COCK-IN-THE-HENHOUSE
The henpecked cock,
his life is duller
than when he was
a young bird of colour.

Plucked his feathers
find the clucking wife.
Cock-a-doodle-doo?
His a cooped-in life.

DEAF-TO-YOUR-FEEDBACK
Change wavelengths? Girl you choose it.
Turn it up or turn it down. I no more hear music.
Speak high or speak low,
voice me like the radio.
Can't catch it. You'll too lose it.

THE-QUACKERY-AFTER-THE-SWANSONG?
It's the latest thing
in the sing-song-sing.
Put it on, put it on,
it's the latest singalong.

The lyric's same-old.
The band's newfold.
The music's ding-dong-ding.
To naive youths it's everything.

Monday, June 30, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 231 (D)

YES-IT'S-A-MOUNTAIN-BLUE-BUTTERFLY-
IS-DOLLY-PARTON-FIND
Blue mountains
and a big-blonde-wig.
Smoke's sure rising.
Dolly's doing a gig.
My-oh-my, my-oh-my,
she's a rainbow; a butterfly.

PLAGIARISM-IS-NOT-ORIGINALITY
Poetic-licence lends
to literary devices,
but you stole my Muse
for your own poem-verses !

GOOD-AND-BAD-AND-
A-GYPSY-TRUE
She warned not all
the gypsies were good
but she had journeying
in her red blood.
She had second sight,
came from Ireland green,
and in my child's eyes
had my future foreseen.
She'd a chestnut mane
upon her queenly head,
chestnut as the horse
that her fatherly friend fed.
Outside our house
stood the caravan
of the gypsy girl
and the old gypsy man.
She had foreseen
what has come to pass,
and even without
a seer's crystal glass.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 231 (C)

GOTHIC-LIKE-GIRL-
VALENTINE-VERSE
Dark rose, dark rose,
be mine, oh be mine.
With long raven locks,
lips like a cool red-wine
so sweet, yes so sweet
were they against mine.
Dark rose, dark rose,
girl be my Valentine !

TRULY-BLUSHING-CLINTON-
AND-A-REAL-BRITISH-QUEEN
After his presidential inauguration
sat a red faced Bill Clinton,
red as a native-American Indian,
alongside the Queen of England,
watching How The West Was Won.
It must have been very tense
scene of The War Of Independence !

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 231 (B)

THE STARCHILD
She was his bride,
he was her groom.
He is the sun
and she is the moon.
It's a star the child
within her womb.
She glows with pride,
and he's high-noon.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 231 (A)

A-1929's-COTTON-STOCK-CRASH
Cottoned on the white folk
to the black folk at the hub,
at the centre of activity
in the legendary Cotton Club.

The cocktail swilling swells
to the saxaphones and brass
got into the very swing of it
before the stock-market crash.

Monday, June 23, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 230 (H)

A-WOMAN-MAROONED
Swept the deck,
with a polished shine
the good ship Memory
in port of mind,

with sails of gold,
yes gold the sails,
and her heart now
as huge as a whale

that's about to burst -
as if harpooned -
with tears of pain;
far from he. Marooned.

UNREAL-MIDDLE-CLASS-KIND-
OF-LASS-SAYS-A-VERY-OLD-BOY?
"She'd have been a suffragette,
but today she is a feminist.
She just doesn't like the ladettes.
No 'girl' or 'lady' is this Miss.
One's condescending, one's restricting.
A new bra could give her an uplifting !"

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 230 (G)

"VICKY-EVEN-DAMN-HIGHER?-BY-GEORGE !"
They ushered in Victorians
the Georgians of late,
by banning nude-bathing.
The arts they'd regulate,
tidy-up Shakespeare,
cover-over statue parts,
transform all the toads
but hide not the warts.
And under Queen Victoria
came the new gentlemen,
came the new ladies;
still gin-houses, opium-dens.
Plenty were the brothels
and a son of the Queen
with a male-prostitute
was often to be seen.
So too the playwright
known as Oscar Wilde.
The same reign, the same era,
made a whore out a child.
"What the dickens goes on?!"
only a few folk cried.
A surface repectability
just had to be applied.
And also was applied
a cane or a switch -
by some well-paid madams -
to a sadomasochistic rich,
while the Queen herself -
who had menstrual cramps -
was to smoke marijuana.
Oh those Victorian scamps !

Monday, June 16, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 230 (F)

WITH-RHYTHM-SHE-SURE-RHYMED
It's alliteration,
poems that sing;
rhymes, chimes,
here the remembering.

A bouncing beauty,
with poetry she rang;
rhymed, chimed,
recalls this man.

LO !-AN-OLD-CITIZEN-KANE-
KIND-ARE-YOU-MISTER-NO?
His toboggan reminded him
of childhood days
as did, too, the snowflakes
in the glass sphere.
Now you are reminded -
in your elderly ways -
of rosebud years.
Charles Kane is near?

HERS-WAS-A-WARM-SHOWER-
NOW-IT'S-SURE-HOT-COCOA !
She is comfortable now
she is out of her frock
and in her pink-bathrobe
and white knee-high socks,
lying on the settee
with a cup of hot-choc,
listening to a song
in the night there -
with a velvet voice
that could strip her bare.

THE-SHADY-SHEPHERDS'-
CROOKS-POEM-YES
Sheep will go follow,
baa baas their notes.
Sheep will be fleeced
of their white-coats.
The non-sheep made
into scapegoats.

Friday, June 13, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 230 (E)

A-WORLD-WAR'S-TOTAL-TWO
You were angry
but also bloody,
like a red-rag
to the big-bully.

Two extremes
will always meet
if not in battle
in human defeat.

THE-HAPPY-OLD-CITY-CHIMED-
AND-WAS-CHARMED-CHARLIE
The City viewed,
and marvelled at,
the firworks display
in a London that
is home to Big Ben who
never wore a tophat.
Charles Dickens did.
He shaped Christmastime.
Now it was New Year,
Ben and crowds chimed
and the City's black sky
was alight with happiness find.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 230 (D)

A-LONE-DAWN-WOODLAND-WALK
Fauns ride upon a deer's fawn,
Faunus frolicks in the dawn,
in my mind these I have seen.
Plastic garden gnomes on your lawn,
bedroom window curtains drawn,
you, girl, are yet in the land of dream;
and I in a world of my own 'twould seem.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 230 (C)

LAST-CALL-IS-A-MUSE'S-
NOT-A-BARMAN'S
He is a corner spider,
a fly on the wall.
He's an observer
and listener to all.
He is a quiet-drinker,
find a noisy-thinker.
He is a verse-poet,
at the Muse's beck and call.

Monday, June 9, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 230 (B)

MONEY-AND-MIRANDA
Tempestuous is Miranda,
but she's also prosperous.
Stormy-marriages to wealthy-men
find have left her thus.
No man is an island,
or so we hear it said.
Though best leave her alone,
she will wreck a guy's head.

YES-A-WIND-GOES-MOAN-
OVER-A-MOSSED-GRAVEYARD
Life is for living, far more true
when well-aware we're passing through.
Settling down is like the very tomb
when we are in springtime's sweet-bloom.
It is towards the summer's near-end
smelt unkind autumn's coming on the wind.
Over old-graves in its passing
the wind, like a ghost, bemoans the mossing.

SO-CATS-DON'T-DUCK-IN-WATER
Cats lap up milk
though a pond's a bane.
Ducks take to water,
can't stand the rain.

Life is a laugh
and a sad-sack,
but runs like water
off said ducks' backs.

THE-SWORDSMAN'S-MEASURE-HAD-
THE-BAWDY-NURSE
We find Juliet's nurse
was a bit of a bawd.
She'd have had the measure
of Romeo with his sword.

She'd have had the measure
of Juliet, her ward.
Juliet, willing sheath
for Romeo with his sword.

BITCH
I didn't keep you on a leash
but gave you enough rope.
Whose is that bone between your teeth?
Go back to him, let him try cope. 

Saturday, June 7, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 230 (A)

PEACE?
Enemies become allies,
allies become enemies.
The same with personal-friends
and inside families.
It's not always countries.

FALLOUT
Now, Hiroshima and Nagasaki
were a lesson to us all.
As to the rights and wrongs
in falling out, beware The Bomb fall.

for PATTAYA TRADER 229 (H)

A-GIRL-NEVER-OUT-OF-GAS
The girl is a drunkard,
she gets drunk a lot
and dances around the room
part tango, part foxtrot.

Yes she likes the alcohol,
jug after jug after jug.
Gets out of bed on a morn
and does the jitterbug.

Ah she has the jitters,
ah she has the bug.
She is an alcoholic,
wetter than a slug.

The girl is a drunkard,
empty is her glass
but you can be certain
she is full of gas.

Friday, June 6, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 229 (G)

THE-LONG-BLACK-NIGHT'S-CANDLE-GIRL
A candle in the window burning
for the stray so-late in returning,
girl he is not worth the wait
or the 'Welcome' writ on your gate.
He's not worth the candle's flame,
the drops of wax, or drop of name.
He who melted into deep dark-night
has no place by your candlelight.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 229 (F)

CAMELOT-CALLING-OUT-YES
Calls Camelot to a queen
who betrayed her king,
"No more are my walls
and my turret towering.
Only now my castle ruins
and Arthur's bold knights gone.
Yes only now my ruins
and a king's heart undone.
Only now very old ghosts
and my ruins' grave.
I call with a loud-silence
to Quinevere who betrayed."

Monday, June 2, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 229 (E)

THE-TWO-TONE-FLY-SWARM-AS-A-
FUNERAL HEAP-AND-ISLAND-
OVERPOPULATION-VERSE-SURE
The bluebottle-fly
I have seen
to sometimes be
a fly of green.

Like blue and green eyes
flitting left to right
on a dead mouse -
appeasing an appetite -

I saw a swarm.
The mouse an isle
that they buried
beneath their pile.

IT'S-AN-UPSTAIRS-PIPE-PLAY-NO?
She's a masterly mistress
who lives with a man,
so scotching the rumour
she is a lesbian.
And everybody inside
the neighbouring houses
will tell you that
it is she wears the trousers,
and her man a kilt.
What a crude-tune
comes to the folk -
from the pair's bedroom -
when the bagpipes
he's said to be playing.
Not a groaning, a moaning
as if into him she's laying !

PERCY'S-A-PRICK
A toilet wall scrawl.
In short it had read:
Percy's long, got a big-head,
and he is all balls !

Friday, May 30, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 229 (D)

THE-NEW-STARRY-ROLES-ON-
THE-OLD-WORLDLY-STAGE
Who awaits in the wings
to speak for a new age?
As Shakespeare once wrote:
all the world's a stage.

A role-player I am, girl.
A role-player you are.
Who awaits to be born,
to shine briefly like a star?

SHE-SURE-HAS-DESIGNS-
ON-HIM-NO?
Mutton dressed as lamb,
but she is a winner
with the young guy
done up like a dog's dinner.

Ah yes she has the guy
slobbering at the chops
in that catwalk costume
now newly in the shops.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 229 (C)

EVER-THE-PARTY-GOING-GUYS-
IN-EVERY-DANCE-NIGHT-TOWN
Drunkard Denis had a pal
who was a real party-animal.
This creature was called Chris
and he, too, liked to get pissed,
but also danced with dolls, dames,
birds, chicks, this cock whose name
the girls at the parties all knew.
They'd crisscrossed, a night or two,
his part of the partying town.
A hunk, a beefcake, he got around.
Yes got around, going far and fast
like a motorcar, although smashed.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 229 (B)

A-MADE-OF-MONEY-ARTIST-
VERY-SOON-I-DOUBT
The guy says he's an artist
and won't get up and dress.
Wants a million for an unmade bed.
No he won't get out for less.

An unmade bed is art,
or so it would seem to some.
I hear there's an unmade bed
inside the Art Museum.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 229 (A)

IT-IS-NOT-AGAINST-A-LAW
It's just a tussle
with a Jane Russell
in the stable's straw,
like with the actress
on such a matress
in The Outlaw.

RIOT-TURNS-TO-RUINATION-
SOMETIMES-SURE
You can't bed down in Bedlam,
in that place sanity is amiss.
You can go bed down, though,
in a grave in Necropolis.
Madness and Death, Madness and Death.
Hold onto your sanity, but don't hold your breath !

Saturday, May 24, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 228 (F)

ALL-WORK-AND-NO-PLAYTIMES
You were so square
way back then.
Square as the Square Mile,
City of London.

You were no fun
nor were you fair,
though played with the wind
your yellow hair.

But that was then
and this is now.
In your middle-age
do you allow

yourself the fun
that you let pass by
when a young woman
far too busy to fly.

CRUMBS !- MEN-ARE-NOT-ALL-EQUAL-
AND-NOT-ALL-LADIES-TOO
You're nothing but a Minnie Mouse.
I'm taking the mickey. I'll leave you the house.
You're always pipsqueaking. You lack the height
of true nobleness and the heroic fight
(yet you women today claim equal rights !).

Friday, May 23, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 228 (E)

THE-UKIPER-SAID-THE-DOZY-SKIPPER?
The cat is amongst the pigeons.
The fox is in the chicken-pen.
You chose to call me cuckoo
when I said, way back when,
Nigel Farage heads for No. 10.

for PATTAYA TRADER 228 (D)

DARK-DEPRECATION
Charlie Williams, black Yorkshireman,
lived in Barnsley, a daring comedian.
Self-deprecated. It's very-few folk can.

SURELY-NOT-PERFECTLY-FINISHED-YET?
He who pens little
has got little to say.
Small spelling-errors
will be his too.
He will let life
get in his way.
Say he hasn't the time.
But that's not true.
Or say he's said all
that one can say,
with few spelling-errors,
far fewer than you.
This makes him perfect -
in his mind anyway -
and his pen's tiny-work
thus perfect too !

Correction: (below) 'MICKEY' and 'BARRELLED'.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 228 (C)

AN-X-AS-A-KISS-I-SEND
A treasure are you
hidden from my view,
X marks the spot
where I finish with a dot.

THE-DOUBLE-BARRELED-BAD-BOY-
MICKY-CAINE-DAMN-RIGHT?
Maurice Micklewhite
is the real name
of the actor known
as Michael Caine.

Nude with a shotgun
didn't it tickle,
double us over
to think his white mickle

was symbolised
by the pointing gun?
Get Carter? We got it,
like we might a pun.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 228 (B)

NOW-TAKE-CONTROL-SKIPPER-DO
Master of your own destiny
or slave to the destiny of another man?
Sail free, sail free. Sail free, sail free.
Don't bury your soul in the sand.

Master of your own desting
or slave to the destiny of another man?
Sail free, sail free. Sail free, sail free.
Of your own ship take command.

TWO-SIDES-TO-WARS
White-chicken-feather women
wanted men to take up arms,
protect them from the enemy,
pressed the feathers into the palms
of they who to fight refused.
War isn't one-sided. It takes two.

CALL-TOO-DAMN-COLD-SHE-
AND-HELLISH-HOT-I
She has the salad
with the tuna.
She hears me joke,
sees not the humour.
She eats the salad
but not the meat.
Green as the lettuce,
you are what you eat.

I eat my curry,
spicy and hot.
I joked with her,
she got it not.
Far too fussy
about the fish-meat
to get the hint:
I am what I eat.

"TAKE-IT-IT'S-YOURS-CUTIE !"
The ghettoes and the slums,
Hell's Kitchen-sinks, the scum.
The Bowery boys and bums,
the girls, their baps and buns,
sure hang out and hang around.
"You're welcome to this side of town !"

Monday, May 19, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 228 (A)

SMALLER-WORLD-IS-SMALL-COMFORT?
The longtailed-titmouse,
yes the longtailed-tit,
tinier than the wren if
not for its tail, it
builds a nest that's a feathery-ball.
Are worlds comfier when quite small?

REACH-NOW-FOR-FAR-AWAY-RAINBOWS
Larger than is life
let the verses dwarf
even the frost-giants
of the Viking-North,
and thaw their snow,
and melt their frost,
carve-up their ice.
Gods and fairy-gold are lost?

DREAMS-OF-THE-DICTATORSHIP-KIND-
HAVE-NOT-THE-WORDY-POET-I
There's the sort of artist
who is a natural-rebel born,
and there is the political-rebel
who is dreaming to conform
to a system of another kind;
no free-spirit, no free-mind.

IRELAND'S-GREEN-EYED-GIRL
She'd an Irish name
that meant elgantine.
Her grass-green eyes
gazed deep into mine.
Green as meadows,
green the girl's eyes
which gazed into mine
blue as were the skies.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 227 (F)

STOOD-AT-A-DOOR-OF-
PERCEPTIVENESS-NO?
"A Verse Maker Be,"
so said the gypsy,
"anagram of your name."

"A Verse Maker Be,"
so said the seer, she.
A poet I sure became.

A gypsy was at the door
when I was only four
and at my mother's side.

"A Verse Maker Be,"
so said the girl to me,
foreseeing deep inside.

Friday, May 16, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 227 (E)

A-MAD-MONK-AT-ROYAL-COURT?
The mystic Rasputin,
he drank and danced.
It is said the Tsarina
by him was entranced
(and even romanced).

The Tsar's sick son
he was then to cure
when Russia's doctors
could do no more.

An end to the Family
he, too, foresaw...
the people sure rise
and Royalty floor.

The mystic Rasputin,
he drank and danced.
It is said the Tsarina
by him was entranced
(and even romanced).

Thursday, May 15, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 227 (D)

COMMAND-LOVE-YOU-CAN'T-VERSE
She hates everybody EQUALLY.
At love she is inept?
Hating everybody EQUALLY
is she not Politically Correct?

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 227 (C)

THE-PAINED-PENHAND-HAD-THOMAS
The writer Thomas Paine
knew about Common Sense.
He tried to break the chains
bestowed by all governments.
He knew about the rights-of-Man
and let governors know via his pen.

AN-O-SHAPED-WORLD-NO?
Now the Story of O
I'll call Ladies of the Rings.
Otherworldly, or underworldly,
the music Orpheus brings
is of a sadomasochistic joy
jaded despots would deploy
in our world of cruel-sufferings.

FREEDOM-AND-BONDAGE
Maggie nor Madonna would do.
Neither did the ladettes, it's true.
Can fickle-feminists now feminize
and bind with their bras the guys?

Monday, May 12, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 227 (B)

THE FAR-OUT-FANTASY?
From balloon to Zeppelin,
Zeppelin to rocketship.
I await the flying saucer
to take me on a cosmic-trip.

Leave behind the aeroplanes,
and maybe too flying cars?
In a far-off, far-away future
shall we tour the stars?

for PATTAYA TRADER 227 (A)

GOOD-IN-BED?
You're naughty but nice.
Yes you're a naughty pleasure.
Yet nice girls don't do this,
or so the prudes gather !

THE LORD-BYRON-TYPE-POETS?
He was said to be outrageous.
Mad, bad and dangerous.
Then is it not damn ironic
the poet Lord's now iconic?
Such madness wasn't contagious,
though some are called Byronic.

SAILSHIPS-WE-PAIR-SURE'LL-BE-
SEASHORE-LADY
No ship with mast
nor with rigging,
but I've a bedroom
we'll call my cabin.

There we can lie.
Find no seabed,
yet it has sheets,
pillow for your head.

Ah Thai naga-girl
come lie with me,
we two will sail on
a sort of Siamese-sea.

Friday, May 9, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 226 (F)

DOGGONE-OLDEN-GRAMAPHONE-FOLK
'His Master's Voice'.
Trumpet-gramaphone.
Trademark dog.
Folk were not alone
when it came into play.
Every-domestic-dog-has-his-day !

FREE-FROM-A-FUN-TIME
It is not the words
but how they are spoken.
It is not the fun
but how it is poken.

Yet there are some
who are humour-free.
Strike us all dumb
seems their policy.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 226 (E)

A-BRICK-BY-BRICK-BUILT-LOVE
Not the Yellow Brick Road
but in London's Brick Lane
the guy first was to meet
his bewitching girl Jane.

She was over the rainbow.
He just over the moon.
Not love at first sight,
but it was built soon.

THE-NOVEL-UPS-AND-DOWNS-
OF-THE-PIMP'S-LOST-WHORE
A pimp I will name Zola
had a pro I'll call Nana.
She climbed to the dizzy-heights.
With rich and famous spent her nights.
Cocktails, cocaine, cosy-bedsheets.
Find she returned to the streets
with a bad habit, with a hook.
About she and Zola then wrote a book.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 226 (D)

A-SEAWIG-AMONG-A-SEA'S-WEED?
Bald as a coot
and pissed as a newt,
the guy thought he
was King Canute.
Wearing a wig
instead of a crown
"I will hold back
the sea or drown."
He drowned, of course,
in booze and brine.
His wig's awaited to
wash-upon the shoreline.

GOOD LORD, GIRL !!?
Lady-poet she prefers,
find not poetess.
Perhaps a lady-male
I should then address
and not a female?
A master not mistress?
She's haughty as a god,
but then she's no goddess !

for PATTAYA TRADER 226 (C)

Correction: 'grave in the ground' FLYING-FREE-FORMS and 'caterpillar' FIND-I'M-YOUR-MAN etc.

THE-OTHER-CONNECTION-SHE-IS
The map of her body
is there to explore.
The hills, nooks and crannies,
the forestry tour.
Get in touch with nature
in the form of a girl
and fly, fly, fly,
as above another world.

DEEP-SEA-AND-SPACE
Venus is the Evening Star
but is also known as Lucifer,
Son of the Morning; Light-Bringer.
Goddess or angel rebellious,
viewed by sailors you afar.

A-FULL-ON-FIRST-
IS-TOO-FAR-NO?
A Page 3
wannabe is she.
A nude show?
Eve in the 'know'?
She says "Yes naturally !"

DICKENSIAN-DERELICT
Find Lionel Bart
was a musical-smart.
A sound deliverer
of Dickens' Oliver.
How lyrical his art !
But like a street-urchin became.
Sure went to his head Dame Fame.

A-CURSED-CAPTAIN'S-LOG
He wrote in the ship's log
'Rolls as does the waves
the whitest of fogs -
like the ghosts of slaves -
in a huge army come
to wreck this one big boat,
to see us all undone.
We sail, and they float
in the air, as one large cloud.
We're cursed, damn sure fated
to lose our trade-winds-prow.
Black hides we transported,
white ghosts they are now.'

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 226 (B)

THE-FISTFUL-OF-LAUGHABLE-MEMORIES-
FROM-ONCE-UPON-A-TIME-IN-THE-WEST
Walking tall like Clint Easwood
and moustached like Charles Bronson
way back in the seventies,
when I was young and handsome?
Girl, you laugh and say
that's all I had in common,
height and a hairy-upperlip
in days now best forgotten !

YES-GO-EVER-MORE-GREEN-DID-
ENVIOUS-BOBBY
"Upstar crow
and shakescener,"
Robert Green
sure got greener
as to poet-playwright
Bill the Bard.
Green, with envy,
was very hard.

FARE FREE
A sail-free sailor
you think you are
following as you do
the Evening Star.
The changing tides
are chained, it's so.
Their waves are slaves
to high and to low.

A sail-free sailor
think not you are
until you follow
your very own star.

IT'S-DESTINY-BY-ORDAINED-DESIGN-TRUE?
It is thinking that I am free
to captain my own ship on life's sea
able to map my own destiny.
Just what if I am so very wrong?
What a gypsy said when I was young
turns out to have come true.
Is there flexibility as we sail on through?

for PATTAYA TRADER 226 (A)

NOTHING-BETWEEN-
YOU-AND-ME-HERE
An empty glass
is full of air
and yet we say
there's nothing in there.

We look through glass
and through air
but still we say
there's nothing in there.

Nothing is something.
that is clear.
Clear as the glass
between us here.

PLAYPARK-LIFE
Up and down
the seesawings.
Left to right
go the swings.
Full-circle wheels
the roundabout.
This is life, kids,
in or out.

JUST-THE-ACTIVE-VISION-ON-
CANVAS-MAN-HE
Rene Magritte
the Mystery Man
in a bowler-hat.
He was a Belgian
surrealist-artist,
yet a gentleman
in his bowler-hat.
Upsidedown vision,
subversive act.

A-DUO'S-SHARED-COMPLIMENTS-
ON-STYLE-VERSE-POEM-WE-HAVE-HERE
Hair upon her head
in a gold-pile
and far from miserly
was the girl's smile.
I said to her
let down your hair.
We lay on the bed
and in a while
she said to me
"Sure like your style."

FORMS-FLYING-FREE-FROM-
LANDED-FRAMES-YES?
Gravity holds us down
as does the grave the ground.
But if spirits go fly
might then you and I?
And might we meet the Muse
when we shed our shoes
and bodies by Death's Door,
as upwards, girl, we soar?

NATURAL-AS-FRESHLY-FALLEN-SNOWS?
The boys built a snowsoldier
if without a gun.
The snow-cold warrior
melted in the shiny-sun.
They passed by later
with dad and giddy-mum
pushing a pramulator.
Inside a new soldier son?

FIND-I'M-YOUR-MAN-AND-NOT-
A-FOUL-MAGGOT-GIRLIE
The white worm of the fly
upon a compost heap,
or the caterpiller of the butterfly
on a cauliflower-leaf,
feed and feed, take their fill.
In your perfumed garden, girl, I will.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 225 (F)

UNDER-SO-HEAVY-THUNDER-AND-LIGHTNING-
VERSE-LINES
Lightning strikes and tears them assunder.
Too many arguments, too much thunder.
Black clouds they who once were white
as the girl's wedding dress. Day now night.

Friday, May 2, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 225 (E)

A-LOVE-KNACK-LACKER-VERSE
He has not the art,
he has not the skill.
Love-making for him
is simply all uphill.

He hasn't the touch
nor has he the caress.
He lacks sophistication.
He is short on finesse.

No he hasn't the art,
he has not the skill.
Love-making for him
is his own selfish fill.

CONCRETE-WILL-THIS-WOOD-
HERE-BECOME
The trees here will fall.
This dirt-track become a street.
Houses spring-up like flowers.
The deep-grass be replaced with concrete.

WHIRLING-ROUND-IN-THE-DARK
I heard the click-clack of shoed feet
as the girl came running down the street.
She raced into the open-arms of one
on whom the moon and streetlamp shone.
Now they shone upon her face too
out there in the town's midnight-blue.
He spun her round so that her feet
were lifted from the hard concrete.
Ah, how the girl laughed with glee,
and how I wished that guy was me.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 225 (D)

THE-COWHERD-CAEDMON'S-HYMN
Caedmon, the illiterate cowherd,
would the fireside go depart
when was passed around the harp.
He could not play. The spoken word
he would then learn to sing -
after an angel came to him? -
Ah yes his Muse did have wings !

Monday, April 28, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 225 (C)

BAT-WINGED-GIRL-BEGONE
No, oh no, no, no,
find she is no myth,
for I sure have met
the real-life Lilith !
Yes Lil, Lilith, Lili,
go fly girl away from me !!

A-STRIP-ARTIST'S-SNAKY-ACT
She rolls her stockings
slow, slow, sure slow,
down each leg, past her foot,
lingers at the toes.
Flings across the black-snakes
that had her slender limbs encased.

A-BOAT-ROCKER-AND-WAVE-MAKER
Girl, I rock the boat.
I upset the apple-cart.
Verse-poetry is my trade.
Verse-poetry is my art.

Girl, I go make waves.
I'm your guerilla-man.
You're on my wavelength.
I'm your poetry-partisan.

GOOD-AS-GOLD-NOT
She was no alchemist,
she had a base soul
that in no way could
she transmute to gold.

No alchemist was she,
a base soul she had
that in no way could
make good, but bad.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 225 (B)

THE-DEVIL-DAUGHTERS-OF-DEMON-DARKNESS
The serpent-woman Melusine
was a water-witch, you'll divine.
Viviana Nineve, Lady-of-the-Lake,
a further sort of venemous snake
who was Magic Merlin to ensnare.
And Guinevere for leaving Arthur spare?

Friday, April 25, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 225 (A)

WHEN-THE-BLACK-RAM-
AND-RED-BULL-COLLIDE
When one extreme
leads to the other,
and head-to-head go
both the great-monsters,
what then? What then
for the moderate man
caught between the horns
of the fierce bull and ram?

TOO-LOUD-ABOUT-LOVE
I know your type,
you jaw, jaw, jaw,
about peace and love,
but it's civil-war
and hate, hate, hate,
that drives your jaw.
Yes hate, hate, hate.
By envy do you motivate.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 224 (G)

DEEPLY-DARK-DAYS
Row, row, row -
as in days olden -
like a galley slave
into a sunset golden.

Slave, slave, slave,
for a future fortune.
Find only dark night
without a moon.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 224 (F)

(Correction: 'Rastafarian' not 'Rastafetarian' ! in the Bob Marley's Ghost verse.)

SWORD-WORDS
Vishnu on his white steed
brandishing his shiny sword -
like the legendary Arthur
brandishing the sword Excalibur -
will return, the Hindu myths tell.
Shred evil Kali's Morgan-like spell?

SCHOOL-OF-LIFE-VERSE-POEM
There are many tutors
who never left school.
Books are good, find.
But life's the-very-great-rule !

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 224 (E)

(Correction: JUST JIM 'that's not your own, / no not your own,/ yet you do well/ in your island home.')

PRICELESS-PEARLS
"A penny for your thoughts,"
should you ask of me...
find too precious this moment
that priceless they will be.

HE-WAS-A-HOMELESS-HIPPY-ON-
A-CHEMICAL-HIGH
Down and cast out
in Ladbroke Grove;
long-hair, just a hippy,
spaced-out find, trippy.
Ring through his earlobe.

Down and cast out
the streets he'd rove
around Notting Hill.
The bitter-sweet pill,
he was off the globe.
A faraway gypsy-man,
without even a caravan.

for PATTAYA TRADER 224 (D)

THE CHERRY-TREE-WALK-TAKE-I
I take a walk through Cherry Wood,
by an old graveyard that's both green and grey.
Does the very pretty fair-haired girl from Windmill Lane
smile on me like the bright yellow sun today?

Yes, does the girl from York City's Windmill Lane
smile on me, or does the beauty - perhaps - frown?
She might not care to even think of me at all
while inside my head she goes crazily round and round.

KING-ARTHUR-AND-KING-EDWIN
Arthur's Seat is the hill
overlooks Edinburgh City,
which in turn takes its name
from York's King Edwin. Oversee
Edinburgh - named after him -
from that hill. York's King Edwin.

BLACK-BERRY-BOLD ('59)
To Berry on tv -
when four years old -
"Don't you go dance"
I was so told,
by a fiery aunt who
thought she knew best.
But that devil Chuck
had a better tune, I guess !

JUST JIM
You go into exile -
like good Lord Jim -
through some guilt,
through some sin
that's not your own,
yet you do well
in your island home.
You do damn well
there can't be doubt.
The tide brings in
what you'd sent out.

THE-GREAT-FULFORD-REGION-
BATTLE-HERE
The Battle of Fulford
took place right here,
outside of York City
with sword, shield and spear.

The Battle of Fulford
right here took place.
Men fought for victory,
lost their lives in this space.
It was long ago, outside of York.
Far longer than yon long-legged stork.

MEN-ARE-MERELY-MORTAL-TRUE
The Dalai Lama
is not the Buddha,
nor are priests God on high.
You seek Heaven? Nirvana?
It's on yourself then go rely !

Thursday, April 17, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 224 (C)

LAP-UP-THE-LAUGHING-HYENA-
FEMALE-FIND-THE-MEN-DO
Now Coyote Club Cath
has the craziest laugh,
you'd think her a hyena.
But the girl is the star
in the pole-dance bar.
Though not a ballerina,
she does her own thing.
Thighs to the pole cling,
the guys sure all a dreamer !

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 224 (B)

THE-HERMITAGES-OF-HILDA-
THE-SAINT-FROM-WHITBY
Down near the beach once stood
Hilda's Hermitage, in Saltburn wood.
A hermitage in Port Mulgrave, too,
had Hilda of Whitby Abbey who
was said to turn snakes into stone,
change into a mermaid, also known
to go against the Church of Rome
as to the date for Eastertime.
She would fail, yet as a saint would shine
Hilda of the Celtic-Christiany.
Princess-Abbess in coastal Whitby.

Monday, April 14, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 224 (A)

SALTBURN SCENES
Scenes from Saltburn
caught in these snaps
of my old-memory
like vivid photographs.

The town's very-first
was my magazine,
launched like a ship.
Her masthead's clearly-seen.

A-SEASIDE'S-SEASONS
Time-and-Tide. Find Death
will come set you free
when spent are your seasons
by the ticking sea.

A-PAST'S-PORTRAITS
A people's parade
of 'characters' cast.
Art museum dim muse (?)...
'Portraits of the past?'

DIZZY DIDDY
I am 6ft 2,
what more the proof
when at 5ft 3
she calls me aloof !

She takes the view
that ever takes she
from her dizzy height
of 5ft 3 !

A-GIRL'S-GOLD-BIND-RING
She used her beauty
to buy his gold,
and into marriage
she herself sold.

The binds that bound
the very-girl to him
were greed, green-envy
and a wedding ring.

EDWIN-THE-BEHEADED
There ravens perch
upon the headstones
in the graveyard where
lie buried the bones
of York's King Edwin
whom, in battle beheaded,
in Whitby Abbey's grounds
was then bedded.
Hilda of the Abbey
was his great-niece.
Now, like Dracula,
the King's at peace.

HIDES-THE-HAWK-INSIDE-
DOES-THE-COOING-DOVE
You hate life's hate?
Hate is hateful, isn't it?
You hate being poor
and you hate the rich.
You preach love, love, love.
A hawk within the outward dove.

THE PERFECTIONS-AND-MUTATIONS
You say I move, girl.
from left to right,
as if change was not
my very birthright.

No more the youth,
let alone the child,
that I once had been
you are beguiled,

believing as you do
in a perfect state.
Such cannot last.
We all mutate.

Monday, April 7, 2014

For PATTAYA TRADER 223 (F)

BEYOND DUALITY
You preach about peace
then for a sword call.
You speak of pure love.
It's beyond us all

for mankind is born
to love and to hate,
or at times do neither
and transcend these states?

BOBTAIL BOBITT
Find Mrs Bobitt
cut-off the carrot
of the buck rabbit
whom her husband be.
Disliked his infidelity !

SO-'E'-FOLLOWS-'I'-
ALWAYS?
Goes 'I' before 'E'
except after 'C',
though, of course,
it's only generally
as we do find otherwise
wEIrdly !

THE-LONG-DAYS-
WITH-GOLD-RAYS
Longer are the days,
very short nights have come.
Time for the golden
spring-and-summer sun.
The green of the leaves,
the butterflies and bees,
the preening peacock,
kingfisher and the swan.
Yellow of the water-lily
like the sun on the pond.

A-PICTURE-POSTCARD-IT-
DAMN-SURE-WAS-NOW?!
The cameras all snapped,
the Chinese took photographs
and the other tourists too.
I'd bought a pack of corn
on that bright sunny morn
to feed the birds greyish-blue.
"Ah my pigeons, my pigeons,
be my flighty angels do,
descend on me and feed
as is your hunger and need,
I'm no scarecrow for you."
And so the cameras clicked
as pigeons alighted, pecked
at the corn I held out there
in both my hands, for them to feed.
They flew at me with speed
where I stood in Trafalgar Square,
landed on my arms outstretched
and on my head; though they scratched
it was not that very-hard
to entertain visitors, as was I
beneath a grey-blue pigeoned sky,
ending-up, perhaps, a postcard?!

AN-INSIGHTFUL-GYPSY-AND-
POETRY-GEMS-YOU'LL-FIND-RIGHT-HERE?
To my stature when a child
the gypsy-girl had height.
She saw that I was one of
the children of the night.
Wolves might bay, bats might fly,
owls might screech and alight
on creatures smaller than was I
a child of the night.
I looked into the darkness
where moon or stars shine bright
as jewels, as pearls, for my poems.
I sought to capture the light.
What about the light of day?
The fairy-gold glows out of sight
hidden by the sun's very rays,
as hides your own inner-light.