for PATTAYA TRADER 220 (G)

THEIR-BLUE-FEATHER-TICKLING-
WORKBREAK-WEEKEND-FIND-IT-IS
They're a busy couple.
You'll see them together
on weekdays, at lunchtime,
in the Crown and Feather.

Find that on weekends,
when they are work-free,
he gets to crown blue blood
as tickles his fancy she !

for PATTAYA TRADER 220 (F)

AHEAD-OF-THE-REVOLUTIONARIES?
Find Olympe de Gouges
wrote the play Negro Slavery.
And a decleration on women's rights
also wrote liberal-minded she.
Only to meet with the guillotine.
Was she viewed as a French Queen?

for PATTAYA TRADER 220 (E)

IT-IS-A-BURDENSOME-BEAST-ARE-DAMN-YOU
There's a lot of greed
and a lot of envy too.
It's the nature of the beast
that's a part of you.

Man is still part-animal,
and - girl - so are you.
Maybe not an animal
that belongs in a zoo.

And there are some, of course,
far worse than you.
They make life a jungle,
oh yes it is damn true.

With loaves and fishes
Christ, we hear, fed the needing.
They walked all over kindness,
on a cross left him bleeding.

I've been too good to you.
You're just not ever satisfied.
He who does is best for you
ends up being crucified.

for PATTAYA TRADER 220 (D)

A-TRUE-GYPSY-GIRL'S-GAZE-
WAS-TO-MEET-MINE
Find I question everything,
the supernatural I will too,
and when it comes to answers
I swear the gypsy knew.
I was a mere child when
she looked into my eyes of blue.
She said "You'll be a poet
before this age is through."
Yes I question everything
and question the question too,
but when it comes to answers
I know the gypsy knew.

A-FUTURE-NOW-FORESEEN?
Some think him a fraud.
Some think him a spy
who wrote coded messages.
He with the foreseeing eye.

We lose in translation.
And surely-not crystal clear
the verses of the prophet,
the quatrains of the seer.

Can prophecies be avoided
even if they are true?
And if they are avoided
does that mean they're hog-stew?

Some think him a fraud.
Some think him a spy.
I speak of Nostradamus,
he with the foreseeing eye.

BROTHELS-SURE-BUILT-BY-
THE-ABSTINENCE-SHADOW
What shady-demon left his den
to spew on the nuns of Loudon?
What damn hysteria took hold
sensuality had complete control?
What fiend was to arrive
at their convent? Oh what contrived
to turn them into lusting devils?
The shadow of abstinence builds brothels !

CONCLUDE-THAT-MONKS-
DELIGHTED-IN-DEATH-ON-
OUR-SORRY-EARTH-YES?
Ignorant of the art of song
his gift came through a dream.
Learnt his craft thus Caedmon.
His hymns tried to redeem.

Monks sought the glory
of Heaven all the more.
Turned-away from hell-on-earth.
To knock on Death's very door?

for PATTAYA TRADER 220 (C)

WITHIN-THE-VERY-DEAD-OF-NIGHT-VERSE
Girl, you are ghostly-white
as a mistletoe-berry in the night.
The fallen darkness encloaks
the bygone Druids' old-oaks.
Owl-like-wide are your eyes,
but far from being Merlin-wise
you scream, girl, with a dread
of the nocturnal, waking the dead?

YES-SHARPEN-YOUR-WITS-AGAINST-
THE-FAR-TOO-MANY-FORKED-TONGUES
The many-headed hydra.
Hack off one ugly head
and two more grow there
it has long been said.

With its snaking necks
hear the dreaded hydra hiss.
Use your razor-sharp wit
to put a sure end to it.

for PATTAYA TRADER 220 (B)

THE-SOULLESS-ROMAN-CHURCH-BODY-
LASHED-OUT-AT-TWO-HILDAS
Hildegarde of Bingen,
like Hilda of Whitby,
posed a threat to the Church-of-Rome
and persecuted was she
for a mysticism very-foreign
to its down-to-earth-corporality.

for Pattaya Trader 220 (A)

OUT-RUN-BY-A-BOSSY-BRUTE-YES
She's very-much a runaway
who has run out of luck.
She has run away more times
than Indian Rufus Buck.
She didn't live on a reservation
but now she is damn stuck
at home with a masterful man,
and by the brute is struck.

BLACK-EYED-JACKO
Eyes black as tar,
Jolly Jack... arrrr !
On his face a scar,
Jolly Jack... arrrr !
I repeat like a parrot,
Jolly Jack Tar, Jolly Jack Tar !

TAKE-CARE-THERE'S-THE-
MAN-TAKER-AT-THE-TILL
You think you're the 'It' girl.
You think you are Clara Bow.
You think you're a cute shopgirl
who knows all there is to know.
You take a man, take his money,
showing up again and again like a bad penny.

SWINGTIME
Friends will come,
friends will go.
One's enemies too.
And lovers also.

Boy to young man
upwards grow.
Youth to old-age
downwards go.

for PATTAYA TRADER 219 (E)

YES-RAINING-ROSES-SOON
Romance sure puts an end
to all that you suppose is
a life of longing for
everything coming up roses.

Lady take this poem,
think it a cut flower.
One of many roses
over you I shall shower.

DOWN-DEEP-IN-THE-HELL-PIT-
YOU-ARE
You sink deeper down
as if into a hell-hole
with a black and bitter bile.
The dark night of the soul.
You look to the I-Ching
and the dices you roll.
You are searching for light
in the dark night of the soul.
They say it's a mid-life crisis
and it's out of your control.
Oh no, you can't resist it,
you must yield to its flow.

READS-OUT-LOUDLY-
AN-ETERNAL-END-SIGN?
"The End Is Nigh"
the placard reads
"Due To Mankind
With His Evil Deeds".

"The End Is Nigh"
it says to me.
These words being said
for many a century.

"The End Is Nigh"
due to Man's sinning?
For every good I see,
there's bad surely beginning.

A-DAMN-RUDE-WORD-WOMAN
Congratulated Samuel Johnson
did a well-respected woman
for leaving out of his dictionary
swear words. "You looked for them?"
he asked her, devastatingly !

TO-PAINT-THE-TOWN-RED-
LIKED-KARL-WE-DO-HEAR
"Alcohol and Christianity
are narcotics" said Nietzsche.
"Religion is the opium of the people"
Marx was to say,
as he picked up his pint
and then drank-away !

for PATTAYA TRADER 219 (D)

GAGGED-BY-A-GAGGLE?
See the feathers fly
when your tongue is loose.
Free speech tumbles out.
You say "Boo!" to a goose.
Don't you go the gaggle upset.
Be quiet. Be politically-correct?

TTT
A breast on the cover
and not on Page 3.
The Tough Titty Times
for you and me.

We are all a sucker
for the latest news.
We sure can't go get
enough over which to chew.
We suck on hag New's nipple.
Tough Titty Times. Ts in tripple.

for PATTAYA TRADER 219 (C)

A-WILMOT-WIND
Clouds of pearl-grey pass
over the Rochester world,
pour poison on its populace
and a wind whispers "EARL".

for PATTAYA TRADER 219 (B)

A-GEORGE-PEPPARD-DIAMOND-GIRL
The girl was a jewel,
but a jewel with a flaw.
The kind of pussycat who
offered moneyed-men her paw.
An easy-going lady. Easy-going Holly
who'd breakfast lightly at Tiffany's.

for PATTAYA TRADER 219 (A)

FIND-THE-TEMPLE-BODIED-BULLFISH-HEADED-MAN-
RIGHT-THERE-IN-HIS-OWN-COMPLEXED-SANCTUARY
The Queen of Crete's union
with a white bull-whale
sent by sea-god Poseidon,
he of the great fishy-tail,
resulted in a bull-whale son,
fish's-head, body of a man.
He swallowed seven by seven
(from the seven seas being driven)
humans, both male and female,
in a labyrinth that was his lair.
'Twas in the body of this whale
their spirits climbed the stairs
towards a seventh-heaven,
underwent complexity there.

WITHERED-HE-BY-HIS-THREE-
SISTERS-ARTY-HEIGHTS
Brother Bronte, how he festers
like a sore, soberless amongst sisters
whose talents reach dizzy-heights
while he falls to the depths of despair.
His meagre talents not to compare.
Cold and withering are his nights.

AN-OVER-SEER-VERSE-NO?
There is more to Nature
than night and day,
she brings forth caprices
in many a way.
You can't rid of evil
though you fight it.
Of evil you can't rid.
You cannot right it.
But evil you can control
with help from the Oversoul.

THE YELLOW BOOK
Beardsley of the book
yellow as a daffodil,
and the Victorian author
of the novel 'Under the Hill'.
Beardsley once a friend
of the wit Oscar Wilde.
Beardsley the bohemian.
"Over the damn top !" some railed.

for PATTAYA TRADER 218 (D) ?

KNOWER
To know when to love,
to know when to hate,
to know when to allow
these dual human traits.
Love and hate, natural opposites,
one without the other cannot exist.

REALITY-AND-FILM-REEL-
DELUSIONS-FIND
My uncle was a private-dick,
even had his own gun.
He married a Cockney girl,
hair always in a bun.
They had a daughter, find,
who became a beatnik.
She was a pretty thing;
an extra in the flicks.
Nothing came of it,
as my uncle had detected.
He'd told her all along:
"You sure are disconnected."

for PATTAYA TRADER 218 (C)

SHE-WAS-A-COMPLEXED-
SITUATION-SURE
The girl was a riddler
like the Grecian sphinx
or the Egyptian, find.
We sat over drinks.
I solved not the riddle
that would have been the key
to open her right up.
Just no Oedipus me !

for PATTAYA TRADER 218 (B)

UNDER-THE-WEATHER-WORLD-
WOMAN
Pluto of the two-pronged-fork.
He whom to the Greeks was Hades.
Ruler in the House of Shades.
Girl of the shadows, you're his consort.
You dwell in darkness and despair
with a needle for your prong.
No lyre of Orpheus. There is no song.
And even sunglasses do you wear.

 MADAM MARZIPAN
She lived in a block
the colour of marzipan.
A sure good-looking girl
who was maybe from Japan.
But here we both were
living in Bangkok, old Siam.
I felt like a Samurai
who wanted to be her man.
Yes I felt like a hero
who had come to take
away the colour of marzipan
and put white-icing on her cake.

THE-DAMN-LETHAL-LAMIA-A-GIRL-
WHO-WAS-GORGEOUSLY-DISGUISED
The Lamia of Greece and of poet Keats,
Gorgon-headed is she who snakes and sure sneaks
up on a man, in lethally gorgeous other-disguise.
Binds him her tail. Turns him to stone her eyes.

MARIJUANA MO MP
I knew Mo Mowlam
an I say it is no joke,
marijuana she did smoke.
But as to other politicians
we know are damn crack-heads,
Mo knocked the jokers dead.

for PATTAYA TRADER 218 (A)

LIGHTEN-UP-TO-A-SPEEDY-DANDY-
WHO-WAS-WILDE-HELL-YES !
Quick-witted with flashy-clothes?
You got it ! Oscar Wilde ! Big-Bang on the nose !
Fast-thinker. Fast-dresser. So bright !
Sure was damn-faster than the speed of light !

DAMN-LUNACY-AND-LOGIC
Logical the world was flat.
Wasn't the earth flat everywhere?
Logical that the sun set here
and would rise over there.
Only lunatics thought the world round,
and that the sun to its spot is bound.