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.

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 !

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.

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.

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 !"

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 !

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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."

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 !