for PATTAYA TRADER 265 (A)

IN-THE-CINEMA-WE-WERE-FOUND-
AFTER-THE- SUN-WENT-DOWN
Girl, you and I were
in London's Leicester Square
the sparrows twittering there
in the electric-bulb-lit trees
that made the dark night
more of a dreamy-twilight,
a whispering ghost the breeze.
'The Vampire Lovers' the picture-show,
I drank you up in the back row !

for PATTAYA TRADER 264 (G)

A-WILD-NATURE-AND-CONCRETE-NORM
Not the Blessed Bran
but Bran the Green Man,
sea-god and sea-fairy's son.
Bran of the wild wood,
of green nature be it understood,
he of wild vegetation.
Bran of the green isle,
Bran giant-god-man wild,
whose name had meant Raven.
Green king with club in hand
defends no more the woodland.
Earth becomes concrete ridden.

for PATTAYA TRADER 264 (F)

MERMAIDED-SEA-FOR-SAPPHO ?
The Greek-poetess Sappho,
her island gave to she
the name lesbian, oh,
she loved her own sex, see.
Ah yes the Lesbos isle
homed her tears and her smiles.
Swallowed her, beach-tonguing sea ?

YES-THE-MISTY-MYTHICAL-TIMES ?
Gog and Magog
or Gogmagog,
giant or giants
lost in the fog.

Lost in the fog
of long, long ago.
Myth, legend,
says this is so.

for PATTAYA TRADER 264 (E)

BRITANNIA'S BOADICEA
I am all for Albion,
the white Dover cliffs dear,
and for the fighting spirit
of Queen Boadicea !

for PATTAYA TRADER 264 (D)

OUT OF THIS WORLD
Her breasts are full-moons
and distant stars her eyes
that are dreamily a-twinkle,
yes the suns of alien skies.

And here she reclines
upon a bed-sheet white
that contrasts with the curtain
we call the dead-of-night.

for PATTAYA TRADER 264 (C)

POET POSSESSED
Robbie Burns
liked to spill drink,
but not when
he spilled ink.

Robbie Burns
loved the maids,
but not when
his Muse would invade.

CORRECTION:

Line below should read: 'bobby boots were up thugs' brackets !'

for PATTAYA TRADER 264 (B)

DOUBLE DEALING ?
In Bethnal Green and Mile End
there was no-one could pretend
these weren't places for rackets.
Gloves were off, knives were out,
mobsters, gangsters were all about,
bobby boots were up their brackets !
But bobby boots weren't getting up
the backsides of the twins at the top.
The twins at the top of their game
were Ronnie and Reggie Kray. Crime
was their indulgence, prison time
would greet these brothers of ill-fame.
Though where crooks fed-off each other
there was nobody that much bothered.

NO PERFECT PEACE FIND
She's living in a cottage
with roses round the door
and a mind at peace
in a world without war.

But then it's she awakes
in a bedsit with rising damp.
There's no damn peace-of- mind
with or without army camps !

YOU GO TO MY HEAD, GIRL
There was the god Bacchus,
but to you, girl, the wine-bush.
In our coupling I am heady,
in our coupling I'm unsteady,
in our coupling, girl, find I'm flushed.

for PATTAYA TRADER 264 (A)

KEPT-WIDE-OF-A-CAPONE-APER ?
He though that he was Al Capone,
orang-utan right to the bone
his knuckles scraped along the street,
no shoes would fit his hairy-feet.
There were some said they bet he
was an abominable kind of yeti.
Perhaps a yeti is an ape too ?
but an orang-utan sure will do.

Peanuts and bananas do I enjoy,
naught else ate that monkey-boy.
A violin case with a gun inside ?
No. But was best avoid him, hide !

for PATTAYA TRADER 263 (D)

OUT OF THIS WORLD
Her breasts are full-moons
and distant stars her eyes
that are dreamily a-twinkle,
the suns of alien skies.

And here she reclines
upon a bed-sheet white
that contrasts with the sheet
we call the dead-of-night.