for PATTAYA TRADER 256 (D)

JUST-FRONT-YOUR-LIFE'S-
PERSONAL-PASSPORT-JACK
On the road (or en route)
don't leave your ID in the damn boot.

PUNKY PAULA
The peace is too much
and boring the quiet.
Paula makes a big noise
her hair a real riot.

for PATTAYA TRADER 256 (C)

POLITICIAN POEM
I met Mo Mowlam MP
who my magazine enjoyed.
As to politicians
she was the best employed !

TOE-KNEE-HAND-COCK
Ah yes, Tony Hancock in 'The Rebel'
as the very-cocky underhanded leg it devil !

for PATTAYA TRADER 256 (B)

GOLD GIRL GIFT
At the wedding ceremony
he gave his daughter away.
He didn't exchange her for money,
he didn't exchange her for pay.

No camels, no sheep, no goats,
as in some distant land.
The father gave his dear gift
to a surely now rich new husband.

for PATTAYA TRADER 256 (A)

IN-LIEM'S-LAND-OF-SMILES-YES
A red-sun's seen to set
purpling a vast blue sea
on the voyage that I take
into sweet and sour memory,
when I mixed with colour.
Ah lovely Liem and me !

for PATTAYA TRADER 255 (H)

FANCY FREE
She turns from men
though she's not ice.
Too many male-visitors,
but it wasn't vice.
Find Chinese curries
are now her spice.
A  hot take-away
is welcome. Nice.

for PATTAYA TRADER 255 (G)

IN-LIEM'S-LAND-OF-SMILES-YES
A red-sun's seen to set
purpling a vast blue sea
on the voyage that I take
into sweet memory,
where I mixed with colour...
lovely Liem and me.

SO-BLUE-WITH-THE-COLD-
WINTER-NO ?
Crackles the crisp brown leaves
upon the yellowing lawn.
An autumnal bonfire
before the nights are in-drawn,
and the wintertime too.
Nights, black nights, and a cold very-blue.

for PATTAYA TRADER 255 (F)

SOFT-FOOT-PLACING-
IN-TINY-LILLIPUT-FIND
Tread lightfooted in Lilliput
or crush tiny heads here find.
The markets are known to be mean
and would have you in their bind.
Ah gentle giant with a heart kind
theirs is not that huge a mind.

SI-FI ?
Flesh and blood human,
she is not robotic
and when the girl dances
the dance is exotic,

but electricity's
in her greenish-brown eyes
and meaty motors seem
the Thai-girl's thighs
(sigh, sigh, sigh !)

An erotic act, too,
without restriction,
a far-out fact,
no Siamese fiction !

for PATTAYA TRADER 255 (E)

IT'S-JUST-A-CAGE-CAT-IS-JANE
She is lashed by the sound
of The Velvet Underground.
To 'Sunday Morning' she's awakening,
sugary-coffee a substitute for 'Heroin'.
'Sister Ray' is out with the gang
and no doubt 'Waiting For The Man',
but 'Sweet Jane' gives pussy-purrs
lying back like a 'Venus In Furs'.
It is cold outside, it's no 'New Age'.
She's a huge cat, her home her cage.

COSMIC CRUSOE # 2
Like some ghostly Crusoe,
he crosses space and time.
"Where your footprint in the sand,
Girl Friday where is your hand ?"
How this lonely Crusoe pines.

for PATTAYA TRADER 255 (D)

A SHARK-FIN SOUP ?
Close to Finsbury Park
you'd come across Mr. Shark.
In money he was swimming
selling drugs and women.
A pimp and a pusher he,
the guy's body found later in the sea.

for PATTAYA TRADER 255 (C)

AN-AUTUMN-WIND
The park is beggared,
the wind is a thief.
Stolen a further rose-petal,
stolen a further tree-leaf.
A kingly sun no more smiles down.
It's as if the wind stole his crown.

THE SUCKERS
Just like a vampire
the girl was to drain
the very life-blood
from his veins.

He kept her close,
she being a looker.
Damn turns out he
was as much a sucker !

YES-THE-MYTH-MISS-HIS
The girl that he so loved
turned out to be a damn myth.
She was an evil Morgan Le Fay
or Adam's first wife, shady-Lilith.

for PATTAYA TRADER 255 (B)

THE-POPULAR-PALS-OF-POPULAR-PALS-
OF-THIS-VERSE-POET ?
Gabby Logan was there,
Alex Turner, Rasorlight too.
Busted earlier arrived
Saltburn by-the-sea to view.
Florence minus The Machine
and one of the Kaisers,
though the fair had gone,
yes carousels and waltzers.
But pubbing and partying
and the letting down of hair
in the town of this poet
made up for lack of a fair.
The bands The Darkness
and Lords of Misrule
were fitting visitors, no ?
Yes a celebrity school
came with a greeting
or for a pub-party-meeting,
and knocked upon my door
both Timberlake and Keating.

A-FORECASTING-FEMALE-IN-
FREEZING-COLD-WINTERTIME
A spellbinder is she,
a caster of dreamy spells
amongst the fairy glens,
amongst the fairy dells.

A white witch of winter
who sees and foretells,
just like a mystic-gypsy,
of heavens and hells.

And what shall we find
by springtime and bluebells ?
Not to know the future
has  often served us well.

for PATTAYA TRADER 255 (A)

NETTED-AN-ODD-FISH-FIND
Hook, line and sinker
she captured this lateral-thinker ?
No, I was caught by the sight
of fine she in fishnet-tights !

for PATTAYA TRADER 254 (G)

NO REGRETS ?
You say you don't have regrets
but I know that you do,
they're as constant as your cigarettes
and your alcohol too.
You have also put on weight
and people say it's sad to see
that you look much older
though you are younger than me.

You say you don't have regrets
yet you know that you do.
You can lie to yourself
but some of us see through.

for PATTAYA TRADER 254 (F)

GHOST-RIDERS' GO-BETWEEN
Fulford, Scarcroft, Hobgate
down on Wilton Rise estate.
Yes I went live in all three,
residing there in York City.
From Saltburn's smuggler-king
to the highwayman Dick Turpin.

for PATTAYA TRADER 254 (E)

NOT-A-DEITY'S-DAUGHTER
Girl, girl, girl,
all aglow
like the sunshine
on the snow,
like the moonshine
on the water,
but yes you are
an earthman's daughter.

for PATTAYA TRADER 254 (D)

REALLY STRAY WAR DOGS
Merciless mercenaries
seek gold and glory,
another burnt-down town,
a further horror story.
Pillage and plunder
is the piper's tune.
Sack homes the soldiers
of infamy and fortune.
Piper your pitiless tune play,
your dogs of war are truly stray.

CAPTAIN MARK of SALTBURN SCENE, the town's original magazine 1992 - 2000, of York City areas' various flyers, and of PATTAYA TRADER magazine Thailand 2009 - 2012. Cheers, mateys, Yo-ho-ho !! THE GOOD SHIP ALBION. Tv OPEN SPACE, radio and press poet Mark Beevers (anagram: A Verse Maker Be). Writers' Handbook 2000. Verse-poems, scroll down !

from MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP Autumn Special 2015

There is a biography on McFly in which they'd have you believe the boy band was formed in 2003. In fact the boys were gigging in the late 1990s in the Teesside area. Dougie had been residing in Lune Street Saltburn as was a regular at The Queen public house. He joined the band a bit later. I hear he still has copies of my Saltburn Scene community magazine, which are now collectors' items. Also in the biography it says Tom had a dream of Star Girl. Actually, I gave him the idea for this and for NASA. Tom and Danny and Danny's 'mum' (the sexiest Nolan sister) were in The Marine, she bought me a pint. Tom had met Pete Doherty whom I'd already sent some of my writings. Both Tom and Pete are much younger than me. As several people in Saltburn know, Tom and the band offered me a £10, 000 loan for my idea once Star Girl came out years later. I'd just returned from Thailand and was going to go back in a short while, which I did (I teach English Language as well as Creative Writing). The band were in The Marine again. They were about to do a celebrity gig. Paul Rodgers and Brian May were there too. I declined the offer. I didn't like loans as students will appreciate ! The sexy Nolan sister mentioned Tom's pal, Mark, had helped him and was in Thailand, when she was a regular on Loose Women. I wish I'd got to know her better, back then, when I'd the chance !

Footnote: Coleen acted 'mum' to a very young Danny and booked into The Highfield (hotel) on Marton Road Middlesbrough as Jones not Nolan. It was there she met her future husband guitarist Ray Fensome. McFly played in a sports field near a school in Skelton in the late 1990s which is still remembered by the families who lived in the area. As I say, Dougie joined the boys later on. Coleen had got into a fight with a journalist who'd recognized her in The Highfield. She insisted her name was Jones not Nolan. She told me she intended to find a room in The Queen, Saltburn, which had once been a hotel. She also talked to people on the Sports field who recognized her, and she spoke of her separation from Shane (Richie). She was also seeking a job in the North East but didn't get it. She'd later join the tv programme Loose Women. The programme following my mention, Coleen told viewers that Danny had got angry with her for doing so. She apologized with some difficulty ! He'd told her to say Tom wouldn't need help  with his writings etc ! I have since tried to contact Coleen and the lads on my return from Thailand, but received no replies.

from MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP Summer Special 2015

In the 1990s Dr. Andy Croft of the Evening Gazette's NOTICEBOARD wrote that Keith Armstrong and myself were two of the most prolific poets in N. East. He was witness to some of the writings I sent Pete Doherty in 1997, who was 17 (I was more than twice his age). In a flyer-advert inside a fanzine, he asked for 'contributions' of poems and lyrics and band names. I sent batches of writings and several band names. The Libertines (or Libby-tines) was a name I'd offered Duncan Libby's band in Saltburn. He refused it. Babyshambles came from York's Little Shambles, a meat-market. I intended to move to that ancient inland port as a Creative Writing tutor, and did. The piracy image of The Libertines came from my Sallburn Scene community magazine, founded in 1992. No lyricist is mentioned in the Libertines CDs, but Pete does sing my name "Mark" in 'Albion' by The Libertines. I had lived in the middle of Glenside and Albion Terrace, Saltburn. Pete has since led the public to believe he wrote the lyrics. My only annoyance is that he didn't write to me of his success or send me their first CD. I only found out about his notoriety while I was teaching English Language in Thailand. But he has passed my lyrics and band names onto others too, which I suggested if he refused them. I'm pleased about this, even if not credited. I write this because The Libertines have 'reformed' (?).

Footnote: King of Smugglers, John Andrew, lived in the Ship Inn, Saltburn, now The Ship. He was captured and ended up in York Castle Prison, as was and as did highwayman Dick Turpin. But Andrew was pardoned by the King because John Andrew, like the King, was a Free Mason.

for PATTAYA TRADER 254 (C)

THE-DAMN-THRONE-ROOM-HABIT-
HAD-COMEDIC-HE
He was called a king
of American comedy.
Foul was his language
and a drug-user he
was found in a toilet
dead as cold stone.
That guy Lenny Bruce,
over a lavatory throne.

CORRECTION:

In the TOGETHER verse it should read "There the girl lay" not lie, I'm in the bad habit of not correcting my poems !

for PATTAYA TRADER 254 (B)

CHILDLIKE-LINES ?
Creativity
can keep us young.
That is why my verse
has a childish-tongue ?!

CLUTTER-CASE
Too much baggage
she was carrying.
A lump of luggage
she tried emptying
on the new man in her life,
cluttered him with stress and strife.

for PATTAYA TRADER 254 (A)

CELEBS-PUBBING-AND-PARTYING-
BY-THE-SEA-DOWN-TO-SALTBURN-POET'S-
HOT-POP-PALS ?
I got a kiss off Kate Moss
and Keith Lemon did too.
Met Lenny Henry, Jonathan Ross
and Bono out of U2.
Met the Oasis brothers,
Paul Rodgers, Brian May,
among the many others.
Coleen Nolan on me lay
her lips, and Russell Brand
shared a joke, as did Lenny
and Keith. Then came the hand
of a juiced Pete Doherty,
Tom Fletcher's and his band
in Saltburn by-the sea.

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (I)

IT-WAS-TOGETHER-A-GIRL-
AND-I-BOTH-CAME
Beneath these hands
were the beauty's breasts.
There the girl lie
under my fingers' caress.

Beyond our bodies
our spirits flew.
Yin and yang,
one became we two.

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (H)

PLAYWRIGHT-WILDE'S-
DAMN-BRIGHT-LIGHT-YES-OR-NO ?
Wilde had a wit
faster than light.
Find Einstein's theory
is not so bright ?!

Verse-poems below Nolan Notes

NOLAN NOTE 3:

Coleen (Nolan) was staying at The Highfield (hotel) on Marton Road, Middlesbrough, in the late 1990s with a very young McFly. As I say below, McFly were already gigging around Teesside, it is a myth they first formed in 2003 as a biography would have us believe. A journalist recognized Coleen, but Coleen insisted she was Jones not Nolan. A fight broke out. The journalist was evicted. Coleen came down to Saltburn with the boys. I was asked to go back to the hotel after we'd had a drink, but I thought she meant The Queen pub which had been a hotel, in Saltburn, where Saltburn resident Dougie drank. I said I'd just left there (Dougie would move again a little later to join McFly in their own  home area). She made a comment I mistook and was too shy to ask. She went for a taxi. Two nights later she turned up in Saltburn again with musician Ray Fensome on her arm. He would become her future husband. They'd met at The Highfield, and now had found a room in the Queen Pub, Saltburn. She'd also been after a job around Middlesbrough, but it didn't work out.

NOLAN NOTE 2:

A SPIRIT FREE
Can I find in she
whom I've long sought,
whose hair cascades
and flows her thought
free as a river
or the hawk on high,
which soars in the wind
that brushes the sky...

can I find in she
the free spirit whom
might be my lover
unto the cold tomb,
who'll travel with me
on the path that I pave
across the wide globe
and the far-side of the grave ?

NOLAN NOTE:

McFly were gigging in the Teesside area in the late 90s, though a biography says they formed in 2003. Many people in the area can confirm this as they went to those early gigs. Dougie joined McFly a bit later, he was residing on Lune Street Saltburn, and was a regular in The Queen public House. Coleen (Nolan) Danny Jones's  substitute mother was around 10 years younger than me and stayed in Highfields Hotel  Middlesbrough, but socialized in Saltburn. She has some of my poems, and one I particularly wrote for her. It is not the one below, though I have since sent her this one.

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (G)

IN THE MARINE PUBLIC HOUSE SALTBURN LATE 1990s
(WITH SEXY COLEEN)
A 'Loose Woman' was she
as we find on the ITV.
We sat with her son Danny
and the rest of the McFly.
A sexy Nolan sister,
ah yes an A-lister.
I ask myself, mister,
why'd you leave her dry
when she bought you a drink
and gave you the wink ?
It was, I now think,
I was damn over-shy !

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (F)

AN-INTER-GALACTIC-GIRL-YES
A girl from another galaxy
was cast into my dream-world.
Here inside my head,
where I lay in my bed,
through the heavens she'd been hurled.

For me she'd a hunger,
for her I'd a thirst.
We romanced in the diner
at the end of my universe !
  

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (E)

THE-SUN,-THE-MOON-AND-THE-STAR
The two lovers lie abed,
a sun and a moon there wed,
while out in space, far, far away
shines a star for the child one day
over hillsides to run and play,
and he or she shall shine a star.
Shine not for what, but who you are.

POINTING-OUT-THE-NORTH-POLAR-MAN ?
He's the iceman
with his pick.
He's the Eskimo
who's going to prick
his arm,
to glow warm.
To be relaxed,
or get pole-axed ?

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (D)

FEMALE FRENZY
Like a Greek Fury
was the wild girl.
Yes like a Greek Fury
from a mythical world.
Why so furious she ?
I courted the goddess of poetry !

BEWARE THE LADYBOY DRUG
To conform to a standard
is to 'toe-the-line',
but come to old Siam
its meaning is different, find.

It is a drug reference,
and to a drug so very strong
you'll be 'bent-over-forwards'
as in a ladyboy's song !

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (C)

ONLY-THE-MATERIAL-MATTERS-
WITH-YOU-WOMAN
At the heart of the matter
are you spiritually aware ?
At the centre of the matter
are you spiritually there ?
You fawn, you fake, you flatter.
It's only you seems to matter !

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (B)

THE BLUE SEA BANDITS
The underbelly of the whale
is an ocean of drugs and sex for sale.
Yes your underbelly, Ship of State,
is a sea of anger and of hate.
A huge beast of burden are you.
A big boat with a bandit crew.

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (A)

HOLES-IN-HOLY-ROME-DISROBED
There are children outside
the Vatican walls
who make their home
where dark-shadows fall.
Within these walls
are the businessmen
who have so very-little
to do with poor them
though some, we find,
being far too familiar
with the children beyond
the holy basilica.
In priestly robes
go these businessmen
who dare call themselves
faithful Christians
while beggarly children
are abused by them.
Let them call themselves
damn beasts, barbarians.

GUNLAW
One of these days
America's going to choke,
swallowing bullets
and gun-smoke.

UP-AND-DOWN-WITH-MR.-SLOANE
Caught, the depraved-resident
in Sloane Square,
living-it-up with deprived
low-entertainment there.

DEADENED-TO-GOOD-JUDGEMENT-
BY-YOUR-HARD-HITTING-TELEVISION-
ADVERTS
You mixed-company-vultures,
such a motley hard crew
who feed off dead-heads,
I shout 'Cannon balls to you !'

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (H)

A-FAIRGROUND-GIRL-FOUND-LOVE ?
Her locks in a pony-tail
she rode the carousel.
The music of the fair
filled the afternoon air.
Who knows ? Can you tell ?
Was the boy staring yearningly
riding as high as rode she ?

DOING ROUNDS
The postman knocked twice
and went back to his course.
But she thought best the milkman,
a tail sure like his old horse !

A-NAGA-GIRL-NOT !
Not far from Pattaya
is a place called Chonburi
famed for its ladyboys,
and one guy has told me
he'd taken home a bar-girl,
but what he sure didn't know:
the bar-girl was a boy...
a snake down below !

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (G)

BLISSFUL-IGNORANCE-
IN-A-FLOWERY-GARDEN-YES ?
You dropped out of school.
You dropped out of work.
You became hippy freeloaders
sure happy to be just shirks.
Dropped acid in the gardens,
dropped pants in the flowers.
Laid down in the sunshine
for hour after long hour.
It all seemed so good
but where the equation
with now demanding jobs
as well as an education ?

THE-READ-ALL-AROUND-
YOUNG-MAN-WURTHER
Wurther died young.
His death was a romance.
Doom, doom, doom,
a kind of Gothic-gloom
was also to enhance
the youths who hung
around the Reading Rooms.

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (F)

THE-HEAD-HOLE
He put a bullet
in his own damn head
because her love
for him was dead.

Dead because of love ?
A bullet of lead ?
In a hole in the ground
find a hole in the guy's head !

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (E)

A THONG SONG !
Cheeky, yes cheeky,
but not of lip,
only in letting
her slip go slip !
Ah the girl did
the briefest strip.
Briefer than the thong
about her hips.

OF-SERVICE-TO-POVERTY-NO ?
A prostitute's become
the defrocked-nun ?
A little paradise
for a cheap price
down in the slum ?
Her missionary position
underwent material transition ?

HEAVENS ABOVE !
Heaven's within
and not without,
but men's sky-gods
cast grave-doubt !

YES-IT-WAS-REAL-DEVILISH-HUMOUR-
DAVE-HAD-TO-BE-SURE
Dave Allen -
funny ironist -
thanked God
he was an atheist.
I thanked Dave
for his pluck,
wished the guy
best of Irish-luck.

YES-TWINS-OF-TOTAL-EVIL-
NO-LESS
One extreme leads to the other
for are they not sister-and-brother ?
Mother Russia, Fatherland Germany,
yours sure was a goddamn-extremity.

GAMBLING-BIG-IN-THE-EYE-
OF-THE-REVOLVER-NO ?
"Life is one big game,
a huge gamble," she so said,
"and I need Russian Roulette
like a hole in my head !"

SUPERNATURAL SERVANTS ?
Gurus collecting Rolls-Royces ?
Ah such-spiritual voices !
And did their gods, avatars,
visit us in supercars ?

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (D)

YES-THE-SO-LOUD-CALLING-ASSHOLED-YOUTH-ON-
HYDE-PARK-CORNER
"Mayfair ? It's not fair !
Office-blocks are everywhere."
Go turn into Hyde
after Hangover Square.
Park Your ass, Dr. Jekyll,
on the dark grass there ?

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (C)

A TSUNAMI
"Run to your hills,
climb your mountains, hide !
I am the sea,
I am the tide.
I am the ocean,
I am the flood,
I rise and seek
the colour of blood.
I come for you
who sure don't learn
but poison me.
See how I turn !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (B)

IT'S-THE-LOST-WINDBLOWN-WANDERERS-THEY
Blowing in the wind like a tumbleweed,
meeting up with others of that seed,
there is a need, a need, a need,
within this cruel world of great greed.
The heart may or may not bleed
for old yard-birds, nomads after a free feed,
but not all roads to success lead.
 

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (A)

UNFAITHFUL-ON-A-FOOTHILL-
THE-TWO
Not proper, not prim,
was lying-low Roslyn
with Sam's friend Jim
on the primrose hill.
And he the best man
in the wedding plan
of hers and naïve-Sam's,
Sam footing the bill.
If only Sam had left his holiday-chalet
and footed the cheats down into the valley !

BEING BETTER
You can't love the unlovable,
you can't tolerate the intolerable,
but you can do your very best
when the world's at its damn-worst...
now that is honourable.

A-GREAT-MAGIC-MASTER-CREATIVE-
ARTIST-VERSE ?
Imagine an intelligence in empty space
that endure forever must.
To lose itself in creativeness
the master forms of magic dust
a universe; planets, stars,
and beings of all kinds.
We lose ourselves in television,
the master's lost in our minds ?

PICTURE-FRAME-FOR-SO-FAR-OFF-
CLEAR-SEER-MUSE-SHE
She saw it coming,
ah she saw when
I'd paint pictures
with my pen.

She saw it clear,
yes she saw it all,
without the aid
of a crystal-ball.

Into my blue eyes
she was to stare,
"You'll be a poet,
so shines your star."

And there I stood
at our family door
on which she'd knocked
when I was but four.

Gypsy, oh gypsy,
first muse mine,
I shall frame you
with this rhyme.

DIVINE-WINE-VERSE
To be entertained
by the literary-Muse
I don't need a drink
as a damn excuse,

but I will go on
drinking sweet wine
until the gods call
"Closing time !"

DOOMED-HERO-ON-THE-MOTORBIKE
So a camel could not kill him
yet with Death would collide
hero Lawrence of Arabia
on a motorcycle ride.

for PATTAYA TRADER 251 (H)

A PUNK-TURE ?
The punky-band within the laser-light
cut through with a razor-light.

VERY-CURVY-FEATHERWEIGHT-
FEMALE-CLOUT
Ah girl, just to see you nude !
What ? You think me crude ?
For my familiarity, my nerve,
throw me your best curve !

ICECREAM-MAY-QUEEN-DAYDREAMS-MINE
On this sunny spring day
she eats 'Royal's Raspberry Ripple'
while I settle on warm thoughts
of her sure royal raspberry nipples !

IT'S-HARD-KNOCKS-DOWN-IN-
THE-WIDE-CONCRETE-CITY
He has a bad drug-habit
and the guy tries to kick it,
lost in the bruising city
like a wounded roebuck in the thicket.

YORK MINSTER MINSTRELSY
Ancient capital of political power
Yorkshire, Yorkshire may your rose-flower
once more be like a Hilda in bloom
and Edwin spin no more in his tomb

Edwin was the old power wielder
and his great-niece was Saint Hilda
The seat of power was in the North
and King Edwin was a mighty force

Ancient etc (repeat)

Britain's divided kingdoms he'd bind
when out of his exile he returned
with an army that was on his side
He'd a wizard too who'd counsel wise

Ancient etc (repeat)

Edwin etc (repeat)

Ancient etc (repeat three times)

for PATTAYA TRADER 251 (G)

SURE-FAKE-BUTTERFLY-COLLECTION
Your lies I'll catch out
there is little doubt.
I have got my net.
Not one butterfly
of a downright lie
has escaped me yet.
Never damn dull,
ever colourful,
your lies take wing.
But I'm the netter.
Girl I'm the collector.
Your lies do I pin.

A-LOOSE-BIND-NOOSE
You wanted to tie
yourself to me.
But I gave enough rope
for you to wander free.
You hanged yourself, girl.
You were contradictory.
Found in a bind
with a guy your own kind.

for PATTAYA TRADER 251 (F)

CHARLIE'S-BLUE-ANGELS-BAR-
SURE-IS-GOING-BUST
Charlie runs his bar on a shoestring,
find no laces in his shoes.
Three angels here get to sing,
and they just sing the blues.
Charlie plays a one cord guitar
to accompany their tired voices.
Nobody else comes into this bar.
I guess they have better choices.
Some folk are down on their luck
while some hold all the aces.
No gamblers will ever show up
where Charlie is always wasted.

KRAX
Crack cocaine,
cracks in the wall
and on the ceiling
down to the hall.

Crackshot, crackpot,
what's the latest crack ?
You pay for drugs, girl,
by lying on your back ?!

THE DIRECT ONE
We took a direction,
find no going back.
Too many changes.
Just stay on track.
The one direction
we sure now take
is the one learnt
by big-mistake ?

for PATTAYA TRADER 251 (E)

BANANA-PAJAMAS
She wore silk pajamas
with pics of bananas.
The girl was just so fruity.
She peeled them off
with a giddy Thai laugh
but called me the cheeky-monkey !

THE-GUYS-TRULY-LIKE-GIRLS'-
'COME-HERE'-SMILES,-FORGET-THE-FLOWERS !
You did not smile
when I passed by,
nor me flowers
kindly buy,
or chocolates
after we met.
But then I'm a man
and you're sure not !

A-HEAD-SWIMMING-MAN-
WAS-DRY-HUMOURED-HE
A lady in pink
at the Pink Dolphin
drank a pinkish wine
then went for a swim.
Her head swam swam swam
with he, a pick-me-up man.

JACKASS
I don't know Jack Shit?
well Joe this is true.
With a name like that
I sure wouldn't want to !

for PATTAYA TRADER 251 (D)

THE-SNARING-CROOK-AND-
DARK-DEATH'S-SCYTHE
No more a gamboling lamb
beyond the shepherd's crook,
Death is on the stairs,
and he's halfway up.

Yes he is on the stairs,
and he's halfway up.
The Grim Reaper sure comes
with his scythe to cut.

for PATTAYA TRADER 251 (C)

BOY-BAND
"You do not play
guitar or drum
but you look good
as well as young.
You do not write
your own stuff.
We'll shape your voice,
it's a little rough.
Against a rock song
throw in the towel.
Sign up with manufacturer
Simon Cowell."

CRAFTY ?
An unmade bed
that is called art
makes the artist look to some
a lazy tart ?

for PATTAYA TRADER 251 (B)

A-WEATHERCOCK-WOMAN
A stuffed cock bore
the hat she wore
where may have been a feather.
It tickled some -
to see her come -
who were under the weather.
Fanny Murray was she find,
courtesan not concubine.

THE-STAR-THRUST-TERRESTRIALS
Ashes to ashes,
stardust to stardust.
That from which we spring
return to we must.
Again and again
into a planet-lifer thrust ?

for PATTAYA TRADER 251 (A)

A-SNAPPING-CITY
Crocodiles of cars
on road and street
within this jungle
of steel and concrete.
Filled space, filled gap.
Drivers just like crocodiles snap !

SWINGTIME-SPRINGTIME
The girl swings out,
toes point to the sun.
Her knees then bend,
she returns to the one
who is her lover
pushing heavenward she
who is his lover
and giddy lady.

A-SUNNY-SMILE(-GET-IT?)
Some tell me I'm a dry wit.
Woe be the day I'm dried of it.
A wit dry or a wit wet
brings a smile to they who get.

I'VE-GROWN-OUT-OF-TEENAGE-ANGER-VERSE
Whatever you think I am I'm not.
No, I'm not what you think I am.
Whichever way I might say it,
I'm no more an angry-young-man !

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (H)

BURNING-WOOD-WAS-A-NEAR-
SIRING-SIR ?
Sir Francis Dashwood,
by Hell-Fire !
Was it really Sir,
not truly Sire ?
A king of debauchery,
out their attire
the lovely females at his club.
A dashing devil this Dashwood ?

THE-HOT-HOTEL-TUPPER-SUPPER !
Mutton dressed as lamb,
but the wool in his eyes
as with many a young tup
as to her daring guise,
she was young as she felt,
later she was to feel
the young buck against her,
hotter than the hotel meal !

SOME-LIVE-FOR-DREADFUL-VIOLENCE-
AND-FEAR
Your home was a fish-tank
and rumble-fish you two,
out to kill each other
until came to the rescue
an angel-fish. An angel-fish
to spirit one away,
and leave a rumble-fish
to die from peace that day.

WHO-DARES-WINS ?
"You can't judge a book by the cover
though very often you can,
and a bird in the bush isn't always
worth two in the hand."

So said a guy in a Siamese bar
eyeing the bar-girl twins.
He judged these books less by cover
than lack of it. Find he was in !

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (G)

WOW-KID-HEARD-THE-BLUE-KEYED-DOORS ?!
Howled wild as a coyote
on spiky cactus peyote
did Jim Morrison
of The Doors; band of song.
Sang Howlin' Wolf blues all night long ?!

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (F)

ALL-ROUND-TRADER-JACK
"Jack of all trades
and master at every one.
Batman, ah yes Batman,
you shall be undone !
I'll hold the aces,
each a black spade.
Batman, oh yes Batman,
I shall dig your grave !
Call me the hangman,
call me the undertaker.
Batman, ah yes Batman,
I am the Riddler,
I am the Scarecrow,
I am the Penguin too.
I am the Catwoman
and the Joker for you.
I am Poison Ivy,
I am Mr. Freeze.
I, Jack of all trades
shall bring you to your knees !
I am an army
and the Jack-in-the-Box
who'll spring my surprise
like the cuckoo clock !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (E)

YOUR-OWN-STRING-PUPPET-YOU-ARE ?
Are you a lively-love-puppet
or a sad-glove-puppet ? I ask.
By own heartstrings moved
or by the opinions of others shoved
sure like a hand up your very ass ?!

MANY-MEN-MANY-TIMES
Love on the dole
turned into just sex
with one male neighbor
and then the next
when her live-in-lover
became her ponce.
Yes this pimp the man
whom she loved once ?

A-GARLAND-OF-ROSE-FLOWERS-
FOR-A-VAMPY-GIRL
Liza Minnelli
as Sally Bowles
bowled them over
in her role.
Roll, roll, roll on
those stockings Sal.
Life is a cabaret
old chum, old pal !

CONFUSED ?
Jean Genet,
criminal, gay.
Author was he,
against authority !

BOTH-LIGHTS-GONE-OUT-
SO-WELL-AND-TRULY-NOW-GIRL
She sits on the bed
with lampshade on head,
waiting to be turned on.
The hint he doesn't take,
he is only half-awake,
they've been wed far too long.

There is no electricity
between he and she.
He no more connects.
There is no currency
between he and she.
They shan't have sex.

THE-SO-THICK-AS-A-BRICK-RED-
BUILDING-NO ?
She came from a council estate
and studied in a redbrick.
She was envied, and shown hate
by the neighbours far too thick
to see they'd ever be lower class
for protesting a chance to a pass.

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (D)

A-ROB-GOBLIN-IN-
GREEN-MAN'S-LAND ?
All of the fairies
had to be called good.
Even the bad ones.
They're now in the wood.

Man built huge cities
and this was a scare
to the fairies gone
from being everywhere

to hiding in the trees.
Say to a hobgoblin "Hello,"
if seen in the deep wood.
"Hello, Robin Goodfellow !"

RAISED TO FALL
She walks the high-wire
without a safety net,
yes she walks the 'tightrope'
as though it is around her neck.
From such a height will she fall
into the arms of Death? Don't we all ?!

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (C)

BAD-TIMING-NO ?
Young is your mind
but your body is not.
She's a young chimer,
you're now an old-timer.
For you she's no time
find cuckoo-clock !

GAMBLING BIG-TIME ?
You can chance your arm at cards
and chance your arm at being broken
by players who have little regard,
when their money's being lost, taken.
You can chance your life at dares,
have money laid down on you being chicken,
which you can then use to make repairs
for flesh-cuts, bruises; but what the dickens,
the chances are you're not going to take
a chance at making a damn huge mistake !

GIRL-YOU-ARE-EVER-AN-
UP-GRADED-VIRGIN !
When the night descends
on us both Miss Doris Day
no juicy pillow talks
shall get to hold sway,
no vamp as from the Graduate film
will you play.
No teasing, no seduction,
everything about you the virgin !

AN-ASPIRIN-ABUSING-WOMAN
The wedded-woman is prone
to many headaches, if you please.
Pass her the aspirin she'll
grip between her knees.
There'll be no sex tonight
is what she is relating.
No arguments, Mr. So-and-so,
and no debating !

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (B)

THE-FIRM-ARM'S-FLY-HIGH-SQUAD !
Denis Waterman, John Thaw,
Sweeney Todd,
Flying Squad,
Cockney slang, long arm of the law.
Stretching it
a little bit,
stretching out that arm.
Sweeney Todd,
Flying Squad
after collaring the cannabis farm !

A BLOODSUCKER
You can call her Cruella,
even call her Vampyrella,
she's out to bleed you, bleed !
She is a devilish Deville,
drain you dry she damn well will !
Suck, suck, suck and succeed !

YES-TRIXIE'S-IN-THE-SEX-TRADE
The girl's name is Trixie,
she turns a trick or two.
A trick's a John, a punter,
to me guys and to you.
Hers is the oldest profession,
done for money, sure not for kicks,
and most of her Johns
turn out to be capitalists.

HUG-NOR-HUNT
You should not dare
to hug a polar-bear
should it give you a bear-hug,
and crush you like ice
within a vice
or like an irritable bug.

You should beware
the huge-polar-bear
and do not look so smug.
Don't bother it at all,
leave the cold-snowfall,
hunt not the warm rug.

A-PUNCH-BAG-LADY-SHE
She knocks herself out
from time to time
(life a shit-sandwich)
on dirt cheap wine.
A homeless old lady
plastic-bag on head,
darkened doorstep
for a kind of bed.
She's wasting away
part-deaf, part-blind,
but more aware than most
is the punch-line.

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (A)

OH SHIT !!
"Do bears shit in the wood ?"
Don't you go, guy, looking into it.
To scout about down in the wood alone
you might so end up bear-shit !

for PATTAYA TRADER 249 (G)

WE-ARE-ALL-ROUND-UNDER-PRESSURE-TO-BE-
SMASHING-WORLD-CHAMPIONS-TOO !
Step into the ring,
the money's everything
to the man who would be king.

Yes step into the ring,
hear loud-applauding.
The pressure is on to be king.

"SCRATCH-MY-BACK-AND-I'LL-SCRATCH-YOURS"
It was "Who's your mother?"
said the one man to the other
suspecting him a masonic brother.
To a mason's lodge he referred.
A funny handshake then occurred.
Passed was more masonic words.
Down and out in London and Paris
you've no brother and no sis,
but upward in the metropolis
many masons sure help each other
to climb the steps on the ladder
to the point of "Who's their father ?!"

A-METAL-MONSTER-WAS-TO-CONSUME-IT'S-MAKER
For his king built a bull
of metal did a fellow.
Prisoners to be put inside
this thing that was hollow.
Placed above a fire the creature
would roast, yes would torture
the prisoner to a bellow.
Rewarded was he, it's creator,
by being first into the bull-monster !

THOUGHT-FOXED ?
Sylvia Plath to Ted Hughes was drawn
as she was to self-destruction.
And so was his second wife.
What do we make from this deduction ?
We are left with a single male
who some might call singular.
Drawn to what they couldn't really have,
Ted Hughes poet in particular ?
Suicidal tendencies there at the start ?
Or had the poet a very hard heart ?

A-BITING-MUSTARD-WOMAN
You're not worth the candle,
you don't cut the mustard,
and all the fitting clichés
that sure can be mustered.

I'll leave you in the dark
for your non-appreciation
of my offering you sound-advice.
You bite off my tongue in every situation !

NOW-YES-THE-POOR-MUSE-POET'S-OCCUPATIONAL-
HAZARD-IT-SURELY-IS !
Jealous was she of the poet's Muse.
She demanded complete attention.
'Twas hard to compete with a goddess
who inspired him to invention.
She could have been his mortal muse
and was, while the goddess elsewhere.
The goddess isn't loyal to just one.
Neither was she, gone out of there.

ONLY BALONEY
You're playing the big O,
playing 'Only The Lonely'.
You think you are getting to me,
but it is all baloney.

You're not lonely, girl,
you are after moving in
and my placing on your finger
a gold wedding ring.

You spoke of independence,
you spoke of a career,
but want to tie me to you
and retire yourself here.

I settled down once, find,
it was against my nature.
I made a good job of it.
It's past, just not my future.

YES-ON-A-MISSION-TO-MARS-
SURE-WENT-MY-MIND
I have been already
to the planet Mars.
A man's imagination
beats probes to the stars.

But not all things
can by us be done.
We can't place imagination
in heads that don't bear one.

for PATTAYA TRADER 249 (F)

BEGULED-BY-BOTH-GOLD-AND-BEAUTY
Ove hills did the captain rove
till he came across the secret cove
that hid away a treasure trove.
There within, jewels and pearls,
and many of the prettiest girls
who'd been kidnapped and enslaved
by a monster cruel and depraved
whom the captain had come to slay
and free the girls he found this day.
He himself by beauty was slain
and by the treasure there to gain.
Caught off-guard, was he to know
the girls were snakes down below?
Nagas of the very worst kind?
Around him their tails would bind.
Entered the monster with his whip.
He'd now gain the captain's ship.
"By girls and gold be not beeguiled,"
said the depraved monster and smiled.

CONSIDER-I-CONSPIRE-WITH-OTHERS-
TO-WIN-YOUR-TRUST?
There's a place called the Conspiracy Club
where guys get together and shoulders rub.
"Keep the women down, hee hee hee,
and the Martian visitor under lock and key.
Tell Elvis not yet to raise his head
and keep on playing at being dead."
But a conspiracy that I know is true...
by people who'd have you believe a club too !

YES-EVERYBODY-HAS-HER-PRICE?
Lap her up, lap lap lap
but do not touch, you'll get a slap.
This lap-dancer sits not in your lap
unless you pay her, old sport, old chap.
Kath is the girl's name
and big money is her game.

Lap lap laps around the pole.
Eat her up, eat her up whole.
She will eat you too, alive !
You've come across a great dive !!

for PATTAYA TRADER 249 (E)

JUST-NOT-SOLD-ON-WHAT-
JOOLZ-HAD-SAID
We know the ladies
like to shop.
They sure like
to buy non-stop.
So why, why,
just why
did Joolz write
'Men like to buy' ?!

ARTIST-LOVER-IS-JENNIFER-WREN
ooh Jenny Wren,
aah Jenny Wren,
gives a little love
and is gone again,
has love to spare
for arty new friends,
has love to spare
for only them.
Loves an art-form
to Jenny Wren.

for PATTAYA TRADER 249 (D)

DAMN-HARD-LESSON-LEARNT-
IT-WAS-PERHAPS ?
They placed him in a plaster-cast.
His whole body wore that mask.
Both his arms outward spread.
Lucky that he wasn't dead.
He looked like a plaster cross
or even a giant albatross
hovering above the wide sea,
though on a hospital bed lay he.
To end his life he had tried,
now he was almost mummified.
Perhaps he had a spirit guide
who diverted this guy's suicide ?
For when he leapt from his ledge
he landed in a neighbouring hedge
that was to soften his fall,
though his bones, broken almost all !
Some things are just not meant to be
in life or in death. Poor fool is he.

for PATTAYA TRADER 249 (C)

THE-MANY-HEADS-THE-SO-WRONG-WAY-ROUND
God is always a damn excuse
for receiving someone's abuse.
Killers who hear voices.
Folk who say they'd no choices.
Politicians who wish to strike
a country that is to their dislike.
"God is dead" a philosopher said,
but he's there in many a wrong head.

WHERE'S-YOUR-HANGDOG-EXPRESSIONS-
YOU-DAMN-POLITICIANS ?
Kick an underdog when he lies down
and that beast can turn around
and bite. Feed him well do
and he'll often be loyal to you.
An underfed-underdog doesn't hang around !

DO-NOT-SUCK-UP-TO-FILM-EDITORS-
A-GULLIBLE-GIRL !
The girl looked lush
in the film-rush.
They edited her scene,
which she thought mean.
But her role as a hooker
they agreed was a sucker.

A-DRUNKEN-DISPLAY
There's the girl once again
drinking in the bar,
awaiting the imaginary letter
that will come from afar:
'Miss Nobody from Nowhere
we'll go make you a star !'

But fame and fortune
won't come her damn way.
No talent and no grades,
her future's looking grey.
A typecast drunk is
a role she might play !

A-MASTERFUL-LITTLE-MISSY'S-NOT-YOU-
NOW-FIND
You are a red rag to a bull,
you are the red rage in his skull.
He sees red, he smells blood,
taken for granted girl, misunderstood,
he'd now knock you to the floor
were you a man. He can't take more
of being used, of being abused
as to his good nature, see him lose
all control, but you he'll not gore.
Not because you're the master-lady-matador !

for PATTAYA TRADER 249 (B)

BRAZEN YOUTH !
Why is music played so loud ?
He doesn't understand.
He much prefers the sound
of the old big brass band !

WHAT-IS-IT-WITH-A-WHITE-CHAPEL ?
There've been black-skies
above the White-Chapels.
There've been bad guys,
yes downright bad apples
at the bottom of the barrels.

FIRE AND SMOKE
He smokes his pipe
and dwells on peace.
Pipe-dream, peace-pipe,
all wars have ceased;
though in reality they've increased ?

HUNGRY THOUGHTS
"Waitress ! Waitress !!
come sit down do,
let us both pass
a word or two,
and can I ask
are you on the menu ?"

FLIPPING-HECK-
PETE-TOOK-A-HARD-HIT ?!
Pete Waterman ?
Hit Factory, yeah,
and presenter to
Hit Man and Her.
Jason Donavan,
Kylie Minogue,
Hit Factory pair
caught in the strobe.
Pete Waterman
the hits have dried.
Just flip them over,
play the other sides ?

CHERYL CHASTE ?
Chipmunk Cheryl
had plump-cheeks.
Not of her face
did boys speak.

No. They spoke
of her cute-butt.
Chipmunk Cheryl,
fond of nuts.

SQUARING-RED-CIRCLES ?
They go round in circles
and get nowhere.
They look old fashioned.
The latter why Red Square ? !

 THE BULL-IN-A-CHINA-SHOP ?
Call him an old-goat
but the guy feels like a bull -
a young one at that -
who doesn't have to pull
at the local knocking shop
where the madam is Chinese
and her store of beauties
are all paid to please.
Call it a brothel,
call it a bordello,
or house of ill-repute,
though healthy is the fellow !

UPS-AND-DOWNS
Yes Yin and Yang
formed mortal-mankind,
the sun and the moon,
both sexes to shine
if surely for the briefest time.

WHEN-THE-OWLS-PARLEY
A parliament of owls ?
But are owls really wise ?
You would not think this of them
in the MPs guise !

NO-CAINE-MUTINY-NOW-MICHAEL !
"Not many people know this,"
said Mister Micklewhite,
but I used to be a Red
until I caught the sight
of money with an actor's name.
You know me as Michael Caine !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 249 (A)

DO-CONDONE-A-CONDOM
Mother Teresa
condemned the condom
and so into misery
born more daughters and sons.

KING-TUT'S-MUMMY
Tutankhamun was
mummified but
had weaned too long
on his mum's tut ?!

CHARMED-BY-CHIMES-
AS-A-CHILD
Nursery rhymes. yes nursery rhymes.
How I used to love those chimes.
Sometimes I'm still the child at heart.
Look at my verses for a start !

THAT'S-THE-SPIRIT !
Some are too fat,
some are too thin.
A happy medium's
said to be the thing.

But I met a medium
who'd a stare.
She saw spirits
in thin air !

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (H)

YES-DOING-AN-UNLAWFUL-
BUSINESS- FIND
The law is a business
claimed Trollope and Dickens.
"It's so true" cried a prostitute
who solicited dick-ends !

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (G)

GO BACK TO THE CLASSROOM GUY !
We live in a classless society ?
Try saying that again.
I bought a second-class ticket
today on the train,
but also a first-class meal
in a restaurant called Lorraine's.
The music played there was classic.
A classy girl. Are you Jurassic ?

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (F)

YES-LADY-SHAMROCK-
IS-COLD-SHE
With his shamrock lady
life is no Shangri-La.
Pain, despair, damn grief,
first, second and third leaf,
she drives him to an Irish bar.

Yes to a bar she drives him,
his life no bed of lucky-clover.
When he lies beside her
she turns away, rolls over.
He is now a shambler,
drunk with Shamus and Shawn,
away with fairies, with leprechauns !

VAMPY-VALERIA
Ah Fenella Fielding
as smouldering Valeria
had men dreamily yielding
in their shared hysteria.
Oh to carry on screaming
throughout a long night
entertained by Valeria,
a wolf-man's sheer delight !

KIND-UNCLE-BOB
Kind Robert had a nephew
who was his brother's son.
The nephew was a nut
who purchased a gun,
shot his father's brother.
Bob's your uncle, he was gone !

CAPTURED-BY-YOUR-FISHNET-
STOCKINGS !
Into your shell-like ear
I'm the whispering tide,
"Spring has come, my dear,
and we're at the seaside.
The air here is fresh.
Fresh, salty, spicy, wet;
and girl your legs meshed
in stockings that are fishnet !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (E)

FORCED-TO-AGREE-OR-FREE-
TO-DISAGREE ?
I am for  Woody Allen
in a filmed comedy
abut a revolution
in a far-off century,
and about a further one
in Cuba, ha ha hee.
The latter called Bananas.
Not every monkey climbs the tree
but even we naked apes -
Adam and Eve, you and me -
like other great apes
can't always seem to agree.
It has been that way
throughout human history.
If you seek dictatorship
start the revolution without me.

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (D)

HUNTER-SURE-GETS-GENERALLY-GLOBAL-
THUMBS-DOWN-FROM-FRIENDS-TO-THE-NATIONAL-
WILDLIFE-PARK
Cecil, the conservation park lion,
was hunted down to world dismay.
People let's think of him in Heaven...
if chewing on Christians this very day ?!

BRIGHTER-START-TO-THE-DAY ?
I think too much some might say,
but others have to do the thinking
for the many who do not think,
and it stops the mind from shrinking.
I'm sure that those many would think
were their dull heads to start shrink !

VERY-BIG-BOSOM-BUDDIES-
NOW-LUVVIE
Many have been the stars and celebs
from the north who have gone rubbing
up against southern stars and celebs
who'd call them Yorkshire puddings
had they not come to fame
there in London's big city,
where you get to the top
by sucking on sure tough titty !

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (C)

CARRY ON AHEAD
In the past was the horse
and then the carriage horse-drawn.
Then the motor-carriage
arrived with a new dawn.
Will the motor-carriage -
we commonly call a car -
soon be given wings
to fly beneath the stars?
The future is often magic
we just for granted take.
Sometimes it's a car-crash,
make no damn mistake !

OH MOTHER !
Hey there Minnie Mouse
he left you the house
though you ever took the mickey.
You wanted your guy to go,
he took the dog Pluto.
You take his alimony.
Even your honeymoon
had been a Disney cartoon
and your kids find it funny
your new man has the look
of a total Daffy Duck
who also calls you "Mummy".

FREE-FLOATING-YES
Some poets toe
political-party-lines.
Find I've no foot
within such binds.

A STREETGIRL'S GREETING
Highroad some say
and others highway.
Some people meet
on sidewalk or street.
Goes out to get high
does one down guy.
"Hello" a girl is to greet.
He's right-up-her-street !

DYING-BY-WAR-OR-BOREDOM-YES
Thanks for your point of view
but do not try enforce it.
I see things differently to you.
What you say, I can't endorse it.

Win by argument and not war,
not everyone takes your side.
Self-righteousness find a bore,
a thing from which many have died.

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (B)

 THE NON-GRADED-GIRL
There is a poison ivy
and there's a deadly nightshade.
I once knew the very girl
for whom both names were made.
When it came to humanity
she didn't get the grade !

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (A)

DO-NOT-END-UP-BARING-DEAD-BONES !
You bare your bruise
like a tattoo;
you show it off,
where your guy hit you.

Then you turn around
and reveal a scar
as if it is, girl,
a medal of war.

The viewers all shudder.
Your life, don't you risk it ?
Are you and he heavily
into the sadomasochistic ?!

THE DIAMOND-RETURNED-TO-DUST
H. Rider Haggard
was not as haggard as 'She' -
the character he created -
at the end of the story.

No H. Rider Haggard
had other stuff to mine.
His 'She' wasn't such a diamond
at the end of her time.

GIANT PEACHES WERE NOT THE ONLY FRUIT ?
Dahl had his demons.
He called them Gremlins.
They got into the controls
as well as sat on aeroplane wings.
They got into his story,
sure did strange things.
Gave him ideas for which he got no flak,
like Willy Wanker, chocolate factory round back !

for PATTAYA TRADER 247 (E)

THEIR-TWO-GHOSTS-TOGETHER-RIDE ?
Faster than Swift Nick he flew,
king of smugglers John Andrew.
From the hamlet of old Saltburn sped
(Dick Turpin's Black Bess can be read
as a romantic-novel, a fictional-piece).
Coastguards fired at he and beast.
Like lightning galloped his horse
only the moon to light their course.
In a far-off tavern he'd appear.
A lady alibi said "Sure, he was here."
Nobody would believe John could ride
so fast from old Saltburn's seaside
and arrive there at the stated hour
he was seen. No horse had the power.
John was therefore not the man
they thought king of the smuggler-gang.
But his luck was not to last
and into York Castle Prison he was cast.
Some say a nighttime lightning flash
reveals John's ghost in a mad dash.
Others say when the moon's up high
you'll see him ride with his lady alibi
on his way back to old Saltburn gone.
The lovers in the saddle forever one.

DRUGGY-NEVERLAND-GUY
I'm told that he never grew
to maturity
just flew and flew and flew
to his destiny
with the grave; joined Death.
Will he now for ever rest?

for PATTAYA TRADER 247 (D)

OUT-CRIED-AN-IMPERFECT-POT-
FIND-NO?
To the perfect old potter
cried out the new pot
"Sometimes I'm to hold cold stuff
and sometimes to hold hot.
To go rebel against you
I am told we are not.
That we must hold fast
and endure our lot.
They say I must worship
and that I SHALL obey
the perfect old potter
who moulded my clay,
the perfect old potter
who made me this way.
But so many cracked pots
have you not made today ?!"

A-BIG-TOWN-SUNDOWN
Strolling over the green hills
at your very own leisure,
beware the greedy Trolls
and of dragon-guarded treasure.

Take in the emerald hills.
Take in the ruby-red sun
and turn to the poor grey city
on which this ruby goes down.

for PATTAYA TRADER 247 (C)

UPWARD PUSHER
He has friends in high places
if you get my gist.
They couldn't live any lower,
there lies the twist.

Friends in high places
who live in squalor.
Narcs, junkies, drug-addicts,
with a pale-white cloud colour.

SPUR-ALONG-ON-BEANS-ONLY
Spaghetti Western
Clint Eastwood style.
A plate of beans
for this extra mile.

Ride or walk tall
down the street.
The sun is up
but life feels cheap.

YES-TAMPER-WITH-THE-TINY-
TEMPTER-WIZARD-SO-WISE
Wondrously wise wizard
come on step-forth.
Rise up within,
kill the poison dwarf

who whispers temptations
inside the head.
Yes the poison dwarf,
see him dead !

MOUTH MAGIC
Open sesame,
her mouth's a treasure trove,
her tongue-kiss is
the language of love.

CAN-DESTROYING-BE-CREATIVE?
Find destruction
only clears a space
for creation
to take place.

for PATTAYA TRADER 247 (B)

LINES-FOR-A-YORKSHIRE-LASS
Shakespeare
coined words anew,
the sort of thing
poets often do.

Of course,
there's the vernacular
sure found in verses,
aye lass... arrr !

for PATTAYA TRADER 247 (A)

JUST-A-STARDUST-COWBOY-THANKS-TO-
THE-TV-SOAP-SERIES-'I-DREAM-OF-JEANIE' ?
Larry Hagman dreampt of his Jeanie
before becoming J.R.
in a soap opera called Dallas
where he featured the star.
Perhaps Jeanie the lady-genie
had cast a working spell
that made Larry king of the telly?
Who can tell? Yes who can tell?

SPACE OUT ?
Hairy headed he
on air guitar.
The guy's a wannabe
heavy-rock star.

Yes it's by metal
he's so driven.
But thin air realize
his idea of heaven ?

YOUNG IDOLS
I've written lyrics
for many young bands
but it is the music
that grabs the fans

and the songwriters
who do not play
don't get the damn credit
anyway

when young bands
play their old stuff.
Youth needs idols
that are young enough.

PARKIN PIECE
"I was seventy years old,"
she said with a grin,
"picked up on the beach by a guy
very young and slim," -
who drove all night
his Molly Park-in !?

FREEDOM-FROM-DAMN-FORCE
I'm a mingler
and a singler,
a team-player
and lone-wayer.
I can adapt
when not trapped
on one layer.

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (H)

FROM-RAGGY-JEANS-TO-OFFSHORE-RICHES?
"Think of fortune and not only fame !"
is often the rock and roll band game.
"We can make money as well as a name
and on the record company place the blame.
Play the young rebels, say we're not tame,
on the road to fortune and fame.
The record company will think the same.
We'll both be playing the one game.
I used to be an anti-materialist
but to ultra-capitalism find I enlist !"

HIM-INSIDE-HER
Raging hormones,
erogenous zones,
are under her skin.
Contained within,
almost in her bones
just like him !

IMAGIC ?
Turn water into wine,
walk upon the sea,
you can in your mind
if you can't physically.

Not from another time,
no magic Christian be.
Go do in your mind
what you can't do bodily.

FREE-FISH-FOR-SEABIRDS-SURE
Yes there on a pier down south
a seagull stole - almost in his mouth -
the sandwich he held in his hand
and flew far out from dry land.
It got a tuna sandwich free
as it might many fish it finds at sea !

VERY-JADED-DJ-JIM-PUMPED-UP-
MORE-THAN-THE-VOLUME-YES
"Watch that girl on her trike.
When old enough to ride a bike
round the BBC, with a flat,
Jim'll fix it, you can bet on that !"

LAYING-THE-LADIES-LOW-WITH-THEIR-
ROARING-BAND-SOUNDS
Imprisoned inside a hotel room,
drink and drugs the destroyer.
Music turns to moans and groans
while girl-fans gather in the foyer
and down in the street below.
Boy rock band becomes the voyeur,
noses to the window pressed,
viewing girls only half-dressed.
Tonight the fans will be caressed
with loud sounds from these fellers.

GIVERS-ARE-RECEIVERS?
They who share
can only despair
at those who don't.
It's not those can't,
it's just those shan't,
yes it is those won't.
Some give too much,
some gain too much.
Takers with little care.

FOR-HARD-AND-SOFT-HEARTS-NO?
Shake, yes shake
the rose-tree of Blake,
let the petals fly
pink and soft
as Cupid aloft,
wary of the green eye
of cruel jealousy.

THE NO-GO GRIDLOCK SNAKES
Through the city centre
the motors slowly snake,
get into a gridlock,
yes put on the brake
for a far longer stretch
than tail to gridlock neck.

YOU SO DRAWN TO
Yes like the bear to honey;
like the swan to a lake;
like the moth to a flame;
so to you lady find I take.

OPENING-UP-WIDE
The poet seeks
to expand his own mind
and many others
as to mankind.

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (G)

DEEP-IN-THE-BOOK-OF-THE-COOL-
LAKELAND-VERSES-AM-I-WRONG?
It's the Lake Poets
you say you adore.
You swim in their verses,
stay clear of the shore.
Swim girl, swim do,
and bill and coo,
the ghost of Dove-Cottage
should like you to.

NO-SONG-FROM-A-LADYFRIEND-
DISTANTLY-FADING
Swan song,
swan song,
then the lady's gone?
So wrong,
so wrong,
she was a mute-swan.

A-TRANSFORMING-TREE-SONG-FIND
Find beauty and the beast
keep company
in a cave close-by
the singing-ringing-tree.

Yes keep company
beast and the beauty
in a cave close-by
the singing-ringing-tree.

If the cave's mouth
could sing a song
and the dying tree
just sing along

no more a beast
would be he,
no more a captive
would be she.
But it is love
shall set them free.

 BUOYED-UP
Tar-black is the night
and the sea black as tar.
The girl beside me
is my guiding star.
The boat rocks,
the bed rocks too.
Wide ocean of emotion,
"I'm a buoyed boy with you !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (F)

THE-LIGHT-AND-THE-DARKNESS-BY-TURNS-TOO
Beowulf tackled the monster Grendel.
Sir Gawain tackled the Green Knight.
The Epic poems turned into Romance.
The world was seen in a new light.
But where there is seen a new light
will soon be seen, too, a new night.

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (E)

ARABESQUE ANALYSIS
A thousand and one nights,
a thousand and one tales,
but I can see behind
your so very many veils.

You go tell me this, girl,
you go tell me that.
Now let me tell you, princess,
I smell an ugly rat.

What is it that you hide?
You're not a harem wife
with her pretty head to lose.
Find truth can't finish your life.

HUNT-GRUNT
The rich have seldom
anything to protest about,
but the ban on fox hunting
again brings them out.
"The poor I do detest,
they're always at protest,"
had once grunted Lord Snout.

THE-SACRED-HINDU-SEX-QUEEN
The Queen of Kama Sutra
had a sacred mission
to please all her Western men
in her Eastern tradition,
which put many a Western wife
at a great disposition:

"Said he was going to church
did my husband Bobby.
But he met the Kama Sutra Queen
at the temple-of-her-body.
I don't want him back,
he's out on his ear.
Going with that girl's a sin,
let me make it clear."

The Queen of Kama Sutra
was a molten blend
of turbulence and tranquility
for every man and his friend
in many kinds of a way
the wife could not comprehend.
She was to besotted Bobby
a real godsend. A real godsend.

THE-OWEN-AND-WURTHER-WAR-DRAMA
Owen to total wars
doomed youth's the plot.
No way out, young man,
Wurther you like it or not !

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (D)

SUPER-SUPPER-FOR-A-FIT-GRANNY-
WHO-HAS-LEGGED-IT-NO?
She stole a leg of lamb
and ran the old-lady, ran.
Ran so fast was seen to fly
above the head of the security guy.
She was a supermarket Supergran.

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (C)

IDENTIFY-DO-FAR-TOO-FAMILIAR-
FAMILIES?
Out in the old
penal colony
that is Australia
many a family
has Shepherd
for a surname
and Errol Flynn -
of film fame -
bit the balls
off of sheep
on a farm,
himself to keep,
before an actor
he became.

THE CHICKEN FACTORY BOY-HAND
The older fowl
at the factory
would try corner
young cock he.
The frisky hens,
when he was young,
down his throat
tried thrust a tongue
or slap his butt.
Young men few.
'White feathers'
and World-War-II.

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (B)

FAME-WITHOUT-FORTUNE-FIND
Not fortune but fame
is the poet's sole aim.
He wants to be read,
have his poems wide-spread.

THE-TRUE-TASTE-OF-VERSE-SUCCESS
Yes as Sitwell said to Ginsberg,
drugs a true poet doesn't need.
He is his own altered state.
The Muse enters, the poet succeeds.

ISSUE
Bigger tissues
for a bigger sneeze.
Can't we have
bigger condoms please ?!

MORE-HIRED-HANDS
Sick of being sick.
So tired of being tired.
Overworked by a boss
who under-hires.

WEDLOCK-AND-KEY
Divorce is now
a very big thing,
though the gays
are into marrying.
I lived with a woman
when it was a sin.
One man's freedom
find another's chain,
yet divorce is sure
to rise again.

THE-LONE-GUYS-LONG-
AND-SO-HARD-ROAD
He travels, sure travels,
sells to shops his load
of frilly female underwear,
hard-nosing the damn road.

DIVING-WITH-THE-DOLPHIN
Lifts the curtain of night,
let the fish-star perform.
See dive a dolphin
in the so sunshiny-morn.

Put a seashell to your ear
as though it's a telephone.
Listen to a mermaid whisper
"Do come swim in the foam."

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (A)

LONELY AT THE TOP
On a ledge
and on the edge,
he's up so high.
From the window
down to below
seems a mile.

He will lunge
and will plunge
to the ground.
It's only then
will fellow men
gather round.

THE MAGIC OF YOUTH
You're an old rhino
with a fierce horn.
You have no time
for young unicorns.

LOVE-OR-SEX-VERSE
The love of a good woman
may well be better,
but sex with a bad woman
who is free of fetter
might make you forget
the good female you could not get !

GREEN WITH ENVY RED ?
"Flash cars and finery
I would buy," you say to me,
were you to win the Lottery.
Don't you condemn the wealthy?
Sounds very much like envy !

VICARS-AND-TARTS-FANCY-DRESS-TYPES
The men turned up as vicars.
The girls turned up as tarts
who were wearing no knickers.
Won the partying men's hearts.
We might all turn out in disguise
but underneath's where truth lies !

for PATTAYA TRADER 245 (H)

GENTLEMAN-OR-GIANT-PIG?
Open the door for a lady,
let her first through.
Pull out her chair
in a diner, too,
when you and she
go out for a meal.
Or does a sexist pig
she damn make you feel?

for PATTAYA TRADER 245 (G)

THE FRENCH LANGUAGE LESSON
A click of heels upon the floor -
outside in the school corridor -
then the teacher's at the door
much to her girl-pupils chagrin,
who envy her so shapely pins
while the boy-pupils sit and grin.
She's the apple of every boy's eye,
a French mistress, sigh, sigh, sigh.
Boys think only of football?
Find not at all... not at all !

THE MAIDEN'S MATCH
Bowled a maiden over,
she was just the ticket.
We parted soon after.
You say that's not cricket?
She enjoyed the score
with my middle-wicket !

MORTAL-MORNINGS
Running round the houses
and banging on the doors,
shouting up at the windows
"Wake up, come downstairs !"
his friends sleep in till late
there on the council estate.

They stay up most the night,
sleep in till nearly afternoon,
play their music too loud
and howl at the moon.
A needle like a vampire's tooth
then sure drains their very youth.

IN-YOUR-END-OH !
Very large chest for sale
advertised in shady Soho.
A set of loose drawers too -
for those in the know.
Ladies of the night
and their innuendo !

for PATTAYA TRADER 245 (F)

A-DAREDEVIL-DRIVER-LADY'S-
NOW-SO-OVER-AND-DONE-DAYS
The girl was a New Ager
nor an old hippie.
She was a super-tramp,
a motorized-gypsy
who drove a painted-wagon,
drove a cosmic-caravan,
and drank from a flagon
or rather a demijohn.

The girl was a stranger,
an otherworldy sort.
Wild-rose of the highway,
a spaced-out cosmonaut
who drove a painted-wagon,
drove a cosmic-caravan,
and drank from a flagon
or rather a demijohn.
A dusky looking lass
whose daring days are done.

for PATTAYA TRADER 254 (E)

EDWIN-AND-HILDA
He gave his name to Edinburgh
where sits King Arthur's Seat.
He united Britain's divided kingdoms
whom first he was to defeat
when from out of exile
he with an army came.
He had a wizard at his side.
King Edwin was the hero's name.
He took himself a French lady
who was of the Merovingian line.
A semi-secret society kept
all Britain's kingdoms in one bind.
Though a flesh and blood Saxon
to the people he was divine.
Along with his great-niece baptized,
held firmly to his pagan roots his mind.
When he lost his head in battle
he was buried near Whitby's sea,
just his head stayed in York's Chapel
where folk would go worship he.
His great-niece was the Abbess
you may know as the saint Hilda.
She was a former Hildegard.
Fish-tailed some had willed her.
Yes a magical mermaid was willed she,
as though the noble line were of Merovee?

IT'S-WHAT-THE-FORTUNE-TELLER-FORETOLD-
OF-THE-COLD-VIKING-OR-NORMAN-INVASIONS
"The Vikings are coming
from across the wide sea.
Poets, fishermen, farmers,
who've turned to piracy.
The Vikings are coming,
men of the North or Norse,
their boats on the back
of each waves white horse.
Yes the Vikings are coming
from across the wide sea.
They'll take part of Gaul
and call it Normandy.
A conqueror shall be born there -
oh heed my prophecy -
and come to conquer
all Britain will he.
The Vikings are coming
and some shall stay.
Many of our gods
will be cast away
as to our isle the Vikings come
and dawn a new Druid's blood-red sun."

for PATTAYA TRADER 254 (D)

EVER BOUND
I hear that love
came calling round.
You opened the door,
it threw you down.
You hoped one day
it would lift you up,
but it is hard,
love is hard you've found.

Yes I hear that love
came calling round;
knocked on the door,
threw you to the ground.
You hoped one day
it would free you up,
but it has tied,
love has tied, has bound.

And now he wants
to buy a ring
just when you wish
an end to everything.
Yes now he wants
to buy a ring
just when you wish
an end to everything.
Bound together, for ever.
Bound together, for ever.

for PATTAYA TRADER 254 (C)

SO-HAPPY-JUMPS-JACK
Yes spring-heeled Jack,
he was seen out back.
Went over the wall,
sprang-down the track
this May morn, at dawn's crack.
I bet come June
he'll be over the moon.

A-KIPLING-KIND-
TRIPPER-TIPPLER
It's heated-India
he thinks he's in
when he drinks down
the gunga gin !

for PATTAYA TRADER 254 (B)

'TWAS-A-TOWERING-TWO-
IN-ART-CITY
Up the Eiffel Tower
looking on down,
a boy and a girl
far-off the ground,
heads in the clouds,
dizzy with youth,
and I a poet
questing for truth,
like a knight
in search of a grail,
in Paris, ah Paris,
a real fairytale !

for PATTAYA TRADER 254 (A)

VULNERABLE-VERSE
He wore his heart upon his sleeve.
That must have been the guy's charm.
Girls sure walked all over him,
broke the heart upon his arm.

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (H)

A-GOING-GOLD-AND-SILVER-
VERSE-GUYS?
To a reddish-gold
the leaves now turn.
In yellowy-flames
they shall burn
when bonfires built
men go ignite
and into the air
smoke shall alight
in a greyish-blue
with a silvery-hue.

A-GLOBAL-GOLD-FOR-
A-FREED-FISH
The gypsy's crystal ball
was a goldfish-bowl.
To the top was to swim
the tiny-carp therein.
"Tides shall go rise,
let it be no surprise
that towns will fall
as the seas flood all
with a justly wild rage.
This - for me - a golden age !"

CUTTING CARDBOARD
A cardboard box home, find,
had the guy on the piss,
till he got the message
he wasn't cut-out for this.

POETRY-OR-POLITICS?
Political Correctness
nor party-politics
can restrict the poet
who the truth elicits.

SLAVERY-VERSE
The Jews enslaved,
Greeks and Romans too.
American Indians
and Africans. Who
has not enslaved -
we free may ask -
over the chain of years,
over the centuries past.

FREEDOMS-AND-TAKERS-
OF-LIBERTIES-FIND-DO
I know no boundaries,
find my mind's so tall
it strides over
every countries walls.

But there are borders
in need of protection
from high-wall despots
and their people-collection.

A-DAMN-OLD-CRONE
There is a seabird
upon the cliff
and in the town
there is a witch.

There is a cormorant
called the shag
and there's a witch
I call a hag.

Hag, hag, yes hag,
sure is she.
Ship with crow's-nest
take her out to sea !

YES-IT'S-A-CAPITAL-FARE-
FOR-A-LOWER-CASE-DUDE
When catching a cab
the guy's sure found
that they give him
the runaround.

As if a tourist
it is the long way
that they take him.
It ups their pay.

They bide their time
a bigger fare to unravel.
There in London town
it is Gullible's Travels.

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (G)

WHEN-SO-DRUGGY-DRAGON-DREAMS-
TURN-TO-KNIGHTMARES
By George, by George,
his life he's disgracing.
He lances his flesh
and goes dragon chasing.

Says it makes him feel
a kind of hero.
My-oh-my, my-oh-my,
goodbye George, cheerio.

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (F)

A-CAREER-IN-CRIME
There'll always be those
who are work-shy,
who want to be carried
by the other guy.

There'll always be those
who idle-away
yet still want the things
bought with big-pay.

They sign on the dole,
rob rich and poor,
scorn the workers
and still want more.

There'll always be those
without the backbone
to carry their own weight,
but moan and groan.

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (E)

A-SWAN-LAKE-LOVE
Their love used to be wide
as the lake, pure-white as the swans;
but it was to dry up,
become a dirty duck pond.

A MISFIT
I am a puzzle?
That's for damn sure.
You can't fit me
in your jigsaw.

The big picture
you've yet to see.
Are you the misfit
instead of me?

BONE-IDLE-BEINGS
Will we have robots
to do our chores?
No more us going
out of doors?

Shall we be paid
to be idle-boned
by the State that says
"Do stay at home"?

UNCLE-SAM'S-CRACK
The police rounded up the fans,
piled them into the backs of vans
(many looking like Bobby Zimmerman).
Protest, protest, went all the way,
as with young Dylan in his day.
"Leave us, leave us, leave us be,
the folk-rocker we're here to see."
Batons struck like heavy-lead,
"Didn't I tell you they're crack-heads !"
joked the chief of the police
till he set eyes upon his niece.

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (D)

A-CAT-NOR-A-CACTUS
The cat and the cactus
aren't up to scratch.
The spiky-plant nor clawy-puss
go prove a patch
on the girl who'll tear
the heart of a man unaware.

RAISING-SPIRITS-NO?
With his staff,
wand and drum,
see the shaman come;
see the shaman come.

The Siberian
and Red Indian,
hear the shaman drum;
hear the shaman drum.

Through his magic
the medicine man
contacts the gone;
the dead and gone.

Conjures up spirits
he, the shaman,
if not of the dead,
the tribe, the band.

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (C)

A-VAMPIRE-VERSE-POEM
She drove a stake through my heart
as though the vampire were me.
Yet she it was drained me dry.
Yes the vampire was cruel she !
My eyes became a bloodshot red
when I became the walking dead.

AN-INDIVIDUAL-VERSE
Cut down the tall,
there'll be no more small.
Paint black the white,
we'll look very-alike.
Harden women, soften men,
otherness take from them.
This is diversity?
A same-same equality.

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (B)

YES-IT-IS-A-MATTER-OF-SO-
VERY-BIG-BUSINESS
The Son of Man
broke the mould.
Pontiffs in purple
and fiery-gold
in the marketplace
you bought and sold.
You've done deals
since days of old.
The Son of Man
broke the mould.

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (A)

BETRAYAL-OF-A-BELOVED
She thinks his love
was ever true,
and his disloyalty
she never knew.

She thinks that again
together they'll be
when she has departed
for Eternity.

From this world
her man has gone.
Still feeling love
she carries on.

THE-VOICE-OF-VOLTAIRE
Be a verbal Voltaire,
do not let violate
our freedom-of-speech
a dictate-state.

LITERALLY-STONE-DEAD-IDOLS?
Stone idols,
each stone alone
for tribes with faith
in dark-gods of stone?

WEAKNESS-WITHIN-THE-WALLS
Strong steel and brick,
hard brick and steel.
Books banned. Behind bars,
locked in the Bastille
the Marquis de Sade;
all his heroes brick-hard?

MERMAID-YOU-ARE-TO-ME
Trade-winds blow to you
my paper notes.
Yes trade-winds blow to you
my paper boats.
My trade is verse-poetry
and you're so on my wavelength, merlady !

HIS-IS-A-BAD-HEROIN-HABIT
For a dusky drug-dealer
find the guy on the prowl.
Pale, pale, pale,
the cruel-wintery-tale
of this snowy-owl.

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (H)

A 'V' ONE VERSE
The German V1s flew
and made grey the blue.
But the Second-World-War was won
by our Mister Tommy Gun.
Find it was Britain's brave sons
who got to be the victorious ones.

AFTER-A-FIRST-PERFORMANCE
It was Nureyev -
at the ballet's close -
fell to his knee
accepting Fonteyn's rose.

Yes to one knee
the younger man fell
before the older ballerina
after they danced in Giselle.

NIJINSKY'S NYMPH
The faun rocked, rocked
upon a huge-rock,
nymph's scarf beneath him
she having fled the brook.
A ballsy ballet, Nijinsky,
a voyeuristic shock?

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (G)

ETERNAL PATERNAL
He says it is,
she says it's not.
His face damn strict.
Her hair a riot.

He does not care
for her outlook
yet she will swear
on the holy book

how wrong he is.
He says he's not.
His face damn strict.
Her hair a riot.

DAMN-SAD-WORLD
How sad it is,
how sad, how sad
there is no good
without damn bad.

There is no truth
without a lie,
as there's no earth
without the sky.

A-BLACK-BODY-BOX
The collective,
death of the free.
A boxing in
of individuality.
The coffin
of everybody.

correction (below) : A voyeuristic shock?

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (F)

NIJINSKI'S NYMPH
The faun rocked, rocked
upon a huge-rock,
nymph's scarf beneath him
she having fled the brook.
A ballsy ballet, Nijinski,
a voyeurist shock?

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (E)

BACK-TO-TURNING-TIME'S-
SHIFTING-SANDS?
Does a Universal Mind
just like a  vast sea...
does a Cosmic Consciousness
imagine you and me?
Are you and I waves
upon that eternal sea,
crashing against the rocks,
seeking out tranquility?
And when we are lain -
with the very sea becalmed -
will again the earth eventually
by our waves be stormed?

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (D)

YOU-UNCOVER-AND-NOW-
DISCOVER-I-WILL
Your body is an open sea
and now I'm on a voyage of discovery.

THE-NO-NAME-DROPPING-WITH-ME-
WILL-BE-MUSIC-TO-SOME-LYRICISTS-
PRICKED-UP-EARS !
Some lyricists I've influenced,
while some have plagiarized.
Some have asked permission
and we've reached a compromise.
Yet some who seek riches and fame
would rather not let drop my name !

INSPIRED-DREAMS
The old church-steeples
point to a heavenly-truth?
I know earthly-dreams in-spire
a newly teenage-youth.

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (C)

LIMITED-MINDS
Your lives are so small
you think you know it all.
Were your lives largely-writ
knowledge'd have no limit.

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (B)

A CRIMSON-CONFLICT
The bully-Nazis,
the bolshy-Commies,
were out to beat
our British-Tommies.

Forget history
and off-guard be?
Remember do by
the crimsony-poppy.

THE-TWO-AQUARIANS-ATTUNED-
TO-THE-COSMOS-AND-ONE-ANOTHER-YES?
At another time
in another place,
on another planet
far out in space,

I believe it was
we met before,
a life long-past,
a different dance-floor.

Aren't we crazy, girl -
the both of us -
as we dance to the tune
of 'Aquarius' ?

for PATTAYA TRADER 252 (A)

YES-THE-LADY-LIKE-THE-BROWN-HEROIN-
FROM-MEXICO-FIND-SOME-SAY
Ah ! Mexico Maxine,
she is a brown honey.
She is a brown sugar
and bang on the money
when it comes to good looks.
The girl's no real Mexican...
she works like a drug
in the head of a man.

A-WINDING-DOWN
A sprirally downward slide,
and yet you find it as fun
as you can a helterskelter ride,
hitting bottom on your bum.

CUE-A-FULL-LIFE-IN-COLOUR
Sometimes the sea is green,
sometimes the sea is grey.
Sometimes the sea is blue.
On life's ocean sail away,
and your date with destiny keep
on this also violet, purple deep.

for PATTAYA TRADER 251 (E)

A WOLF MOON
It's a baying wolf, girl,
you will hear tonight
when I'm bedded beside you
in the so-magic moonlight.

HARD-WORKING CINDERELLA
Don't look down on her
like a true snob,
Cinderella works hard
to find a job.

BUSY-BUYING-BIG-STYLE-NOW?
A very idle rich man.
A very idle poor man on the dole.
If the latter wins the Lottery
will it reverse his role?

for PATTAYA TRADER 251 (D)

JUMPING-TO-A-CONCLUSION-
LIKE-ICARUS?
You wax your wings and then fast run
off a cliff, fly into the sun.
But down you tumble, down you come.
Oh aren't you a feather-brained-one?!

JUICED-UP-ON-JAZZ-YES
He was baggy-trousered dapper.
She, his girl, was a giddy Flapper.
Partying was a big buzz
and all to the sound of jazz.
Though she was cautious as her mother.

"Avoid vaccinations," was the term
for the sexually-inactive and concerned.
Yes partying was a big buzz
and all to the sound of jazz.
But his finger never got burned.

for PATTAYA TRADER 251 (C)

FAIR SEX
Of fire and brimstone
Adam caught a whiff
when equal status
he refused Lilith.

Lilith, his first wife,
sprouted bat-wings,
cursed, damned Adam
and his future offspring.

Oh yes folk, yes,
how Lilith turned.
Why has hell no fury
like a woman spurned?

THOR-LOST-IN-THE-THAW?
Norsemen, Northmen,
vikings in Normandy.
Settlers from the icy North
were they, globally.

Pirates, ah find pirates,
and men of war,
whose god had once been
the thunderous Thor.

for PATTAYA TRADER 251 (B)

CONFUSING-NORMAL-WITH-NATURAL
Normal is concrete.
Natural is grass.
Yet there're folk can't tell
their elbow from their ass !

for PATTAYA TRADER 251 (A)

THE LOVE-POET
Silver fox hair,
a distinguished look,
a poet with panache
in her verse book.

A young poetess
an older poet hounds.
She loves his rhythm,
his rhyming sounds.

VOCALIST VERSE
Trust a communist to want
to censor free speech
and trust a fascist
to want to, too.
Though I'm not a capitalist
I can voice this view.

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (G)

HERE'S-THE-LAND-NOT-IN-
THE-TYRANTS'-HANDS
There are soldiers who won't march again
as you board freedom's train
that will take you from Waterloo
to the station you are headed to.

You're not enslaved, you're not enchained,
as you board freedom's train
that will take you from Waterloo.
Dead-the-despots who'd steal the view.

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (F)

WORDSPELL
Magic spill
in ink, and spell.

A-SANDCASTLE-KING-AND-NOT-
A-WAVES-KING-VERSE
Time is the sea
not the sands.
I build castles
on which it lands
and ruins my dreams.
Where the sun-and-icecreams?

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (E)

EVERYWAY FOREVER?
She loves me this way,
she says.
Also loves me that way.
Loves me always?

A-SHOT-CALLER-AT-
LONG-LAST-SHE
In black silk stockings
and a white fur coat,
beside her on the bed
a suicide-note:
'I'm a call girl, gun at brain.
Goodnight all. You won't phone again.'

Below: (Juliette Greco in French. Not Juliet.)

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (D)

TUNE-AND-TONE-AND-
TIMEBEAT
A blonde Juliet Greco,
ah yes the girl's lookalike.
She inspired many beatniks
to sing, paint and write.

Now turned to grey her hair
(though aged-well her bones),
song and art and literature
have also changed their tones.

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (C)

A-HEAVENLY-VENUS
Gold-bright-Venus she,
the far Star of the Sea.
Born of the ocean-foam,
the heavens became her home.
Star, planet and Greek-deity.

"DUCK-DOWN-AND-DON'T-QUACK !"
Keep your head down,
yes keep it down.
Don't say a word
or it may get around
that you are mouthy at best
and trying to be head above the rest.

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (B)

WALL-TO-WALL-CARPETING
Put your head above the parapet
projectiles from missile-mouths often get.
Some hide their heads under the mud carpet.

COMPLETE SATISFACTION
She was part-Siamese,
part-Chinese,
but on the whole,
just eager to please !

for PATTAYA TRADER 250 (A)

A-PASSING-POET'S-PATH
One was a druidic
prophetic bard.
The next was a minstrel
playing the poet's card.
He was a troubadour
at the courts until
fading kings and queens
couldn't meet the bill.
I don't ask, girl,
for you to pay,
or anyone who's going
his or her own way.

A-GIRL-GROUNDED
Sat in a wheelchair -
the breeze in her hair -
at the waves she'll stare
and wish for fish-fins
or a seagull's wings,
her lovely head aswim
with flights of fancy there.

A-WORKHOUSE-WORKHORSE
The Victorian workhouse
made a poorman a workhorse.
(Work shall set you free
proclaimed Death Camps in Germany.)

THE-BARE-BONES-ON-THE-BED
She's got a sinking feeling
now her guy forgets to kiss
when going out the door to work.
It has come to this...
she's sinking like Atlantis,
yes sinking like Atlantis.

She's hitting rock-bottom,
hitting a seabed.
Her ship has now sunk,
to a ghost she is wed.
Oh she's at the bottom
where a skeleton rests his head.

VERSE-POEM-ON-FLIGHTS-
OF-FANCY-WITH-OPIUM-FLOWERS
Coleridge conceived
of his albatross
and was to end only
like his Mariner, lost.

A-WIN-AT-LAST?
Lost her cell-phone,
lost her key.
Lost her knickers
and virginity.
A loser she might be
but counts the latter a victory !

DO-NOT-YOU-TAKE-EVERY-
GIVEN-DAY-FOR-GRANTED-FIND
Sun-up, sundown.
Dawn, dusk.
Sunrise, sunset.
Plus, minus.

A-RAVEN-POET-VERSE
The ravenous raven,
even the carrion crow,
brings to mind black-clad poet
Edgar Allan Poe.

BIG MISTAKE
she asked forgiveness
far too many times.
I was a fool to forgive,
if petty her crimes.
Petty crimes add up
to one big crime.
She wasn't one to learn,
yet I learnt big time !

for PATTAYA TRADER 249 (F)

FAREWELL-FOUL-WORLD
I am soaring
inside my head.
To a greener planet
I am rocketed.
(A purple goddess
I might go bed?)

From an overcrowded
earth I fly.
I pass through space,
I've passed through sky.
To a poisoned world
I have waved goodbye.

POEM-FOR-A-TOWN-BUFFOON
Fool, damn fool.
Clown, yes clown.
Joker, jester
of the town.

Your mouth's sure big
as your shoes
and they're as big
as canoes.

Oh man, oh man,
you've been a tonic.
The circus wagon's going,
why aren't you on it?!

HARD-AND-HEAVY-RAIN-VERSE
Black clouds, black clouds
wash out the day.
Spout rain-water
the gargoyles grey.

Spout rain-water
the gargoyles grey
and black clouds, black clouds
upon my mind weigh.

WIDE-WATER-WORLD
Fountains and waterfalls,
the-ups-and-the-downs.
One man swims above
whilst another man drowns.

for PATTAYA TRADER 249 (E)

A-GUY-WHO-SURE-WISHES-HE-
WAS-A-GIRL
A naked Civil Servant
chased a Will-of-the-Wisp
outside the concrete jungle.
He was a Quentin Crisp.
But the Will-of-the-Wisp
flew free of his nakedness.
He went back for his clothes...
high-heels and a dress.
He returned to the city
in his female disguise
and to ape women's ways
in joints full of guys.

for PATTAYA TRADER 249 (D)

HEADY-WINE
Your glass half-empty
and mine half-full,
you say you found
half a goat's skull.

"Death, death, death.
It's death and decay
comes to us all,"
you go on to say.

But half a skull -
like half a brain -
tells us a full-life
strive to gain.

IT'S-A-VERY-DREAMY-
BLUE-GARTER-GIRL-
THIS-SIDE-OF-THE-WINDOW
Dawn has cracked.
The domestic cock crows.
The sun is rising
as red as a rose.

Out there on the grass
surely rests the morn's dew,
and here in my arms she
who wears a garter blue.

NECK-NOOSE
The press-gang.
The highwayman.
The olden days
we're not golden days,
let such a tale go hang.

THE DUMPY-DWARF
The girl was struck
by a dumper-truck.
Her guy has dumped her.
With a hearty laugh
he has driven off.
Their affair is over.

Revenge is sweet
to drink and eat,
she will make him suffer,
for her huge vanity
which dwarfed he
her lover, shall devour.

THE-DRAGON-GIRL-AND-
THE-DOVE-LADY-VERSE
His last was a dragon,
you are a dove;
or rather cute-dolphin
in the sea of your love.

He's your king Neptune,
or rather Poseidon.
Yes you're a dolphin,
his last was a dragon.

MIDNIGHT-MISCHIEF
Mischief at Midnight
on a midsummer's day.
With the fairies, girl,
we're away, we're away.
Batty as the bats,
and like wolves at bay.
Yes with the fairies
we sure are away.
Botom of the garden -
beyond the May Ball -
upon a bed of petals
which caught our giddy-fall.

for PATTAYA TRADER 249 (C)

IT'S-A-VERY-DREAMY-BLUE-GARTER-GIRL-
THIS-SIDE-OF-THE-WINDOW
Dawn has cracked.
The domestic cock crows.
The sun is rising
as red as a rose.

Out there on the grass
surely rests the dew,
and here in my arms she
who wears a garter blue.

for PATTAYA TRADER 249 (B)

THE-SQUIRRELLY-GREY-HAIRS-MINE
There were grey squirrels
and there were red
skipping through the trees
when I was a young lad.

Now there's still the greys
but rare are the reds.
The greys have outgrown them
and I've grey upon my head.

MALE-GYM-MEMBERS-EYE-
THE-LITHE-BIG-CAT-GIRL
The girl works out hard
in her leopard leotard.
She keeps fit, she keeps slim
by going down to the gym.
Leopard lady, men are struck.
See the membership is up !

for PATTAYA TRADER 249 (A)

AWAY-WITH-MAY
Springs to mind May.
"Hawthorn?" you ask, you say.
A girl, not the hawthorn's-flower.
My memory ushers in summer.

HURT-RIVERS-IN-YOUR-VEINS
You didn't read the signposts,
you didn't take note.
The highway to his heart
became a lowly route.

Became a lowly route
the highway to his heart.
You missed the bridge, Miss,
over the River Hurt.

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (G)

CYCLE-AND-RECYCLE?
From cradle to grave,
from womb to tomb,
all is just change,
ask the sun and moon.
All is change, all is change,
and does not death rearrange?

SOARING SPIRITS
Round and round
until we fall
dizzy, drunk
as at a May Ball?

Round and round
dance and spin
as round the Maypole
of fertile spring?

Round and round,
ah round the world
let us two fly;
let us both soar, girl.

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (F)

A SO BLUE BED
The minstrelsy
of heart-strings and tongue
gives way to
the jester's fun,
then to a very royal blue
when, my lady, I lie with you.

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (E)

TURNING-TIME
Where the willows weep
by a lake so deep
the kingfishers dart.
From the water leap out -
to catch flies - the trout.
When it grows dark
it's the moths that wing
to twilight's twittering
from birds in the trees.
The sun having set,
the moon will reflect
in the lake, night's owl sees.

DIZZIED-BY-THE-BRIGHT-DANDY
The peacock spreads his fan.
Catches the eye of the peahen.
Ah what a dandy is he,
and light as her damn-feathers she.

SHIPS-THAT-PASS-IN-THE-NIGHTTIME
I can't settle for anchorage.
I'm like the dark night in passage
and you are that other ship.
We sail upon a sea of change.
We will pass again, within range
for my lips, girl, to meet your lips.

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (D)

ACTIVE RADIO
It is now all image.
The manufactured attractive.
Overheated by music video
and not the radioactive?

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (C)

CORRECTION: The water is less deep down here, not less deeper, in FISHER KING verse.

BLUE'S-GOT-A-NEW-GUITAR
"Guitar-hero? Who? Who? Who?"
The guy that first built the guitar, Blue !

LORD-I-TO-LADY-MINE
I'll be your sword,
I'll be your shield.
I'll champion you
on life's battlefield.

I'll be your lord,
I'll be your knight.
I'll guard you, my lady,
and the dragons smite.

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (B)

ALBERT-PARK'S-FISHER-KING
Outstretched are his wings, look,
like the arms of a scarecrow.
The cormorant perches on a rock.
Fish aplenty in the pond below.

Ducks and swans about him steer.
He's a long way from the sea.
The water is less deeper here,
stacked with fishes, and fisher he.

for PATTAYA TRADER 248 (A)

ONWARD-DREAM-DO-ALICE
Dream on, dream on,
but understand
that demons dwell
in Fairyland.


Dream on, yes dream on,
sword and wand
you'll find, Alice
in slumber-land.


UP-AND-AWAY
Rock-and-roll
or waltz with me.
Do the tango,
let us lovers be.
Trot, trot, trot,
girl so very foxy.


Rock-and-roll,
or let us ballet.
I'll lift you high,
spirit you away;
yester's caterpillar
feel a butterfly today.

CORRECTION:

In one of the poems farther down I've typed Pinnochio insteadof Pinocchio. I understand the one I've used is an alternative spelling and not exactly a mistake, but Pinocchio is the long-nosed puppet who becomes a boy. Long-nosed when he lies that is, and known more by this spelling.

for PATTAYA TRADER 247 (H)

SHAKESPEARE'S OTHELLO
Des-demon-a
and Ot-hell-o.
Read between the lines?
The surface read below?

PEACE-AND-LOVE-AND-
ANGEL-WINGS?
I cannot love
what I don't like,
yet a peaceful world
would be angelically-nice,
but there's a Left-Wing
and there's a Right.

for PATTAYA TRADER 247 (G)

TALKING HORSE
"Hold your horses,"
the guy was to wail
as he grabbed the girl
by her ponytail,
"Your shoes, fine filly,
I'm going to nail."

"You'll nail my shoes,
you'll not nail me.
From your clutches
I shall be free.
No stud you, cowboy,
but a big bully."

Then the girl said
"I'll walk, yes walk
far away from you
and your horse talk !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 247 (F)

THE FELLER-FELLAS
The female-folk were sizzlers
as to the fellas bobby-dazzlers.
Hot for the manly lumberjacks,
the way the guys weilded their axe.
"Fell us, fell us, fellas lay us flat,"
feminine thoughts were naughty as that
as the blades in the bright-sun shone,
shone like the sweat on the men.