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.