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' ?