A MEMORY-SHIP MAGIC
My pen quests,
see trickle the tip,
a crow's nest crowns
my magic ship.
Far up the flag flies
and the sail is full
while glitters the gold
down in the hull.
Glistens the sheer gold
of your pretty tress,
and shines your white body
in its nakedness.
Yes the magic ship
of my memory
brings such beauty as yours
back home to me.
THE BOTTLED BOAT
There is a boat in a bottle
with sails set for nowhere,
yes a ship in a bottle
caught as in a snare.
There is a captain on the booze
who will set sail no more,
a veteran who awaits the voyage
behind death's door.
The drinker toasts the darlings
in every port he has been.
Lifts his glass to the pretty girls
in every land he has seen.
There is a boat in a bottle,
caught as in a snare,
but the magic ship of memory
takes him just anywhere.
A MUSIC MAKER'S MORTAL MISTAKE
The man was a minstrel,
a make-tracks troubadour.
He strummed on a lute,
banged on a lordship's door.
The personage bid him play
and as a reward
for the man's fine music
offered him a sword.
The player took the weapon.
The lord was at peace,
studied to learn the music
he hoped would never cease.
The troubadour burdened
with the long blade
celebrated war in song.
A short-lived life made.
GURGLE GURGLE GURGLE !
What's happening to democracy ?
It's going down the drain.
The politician, yes the MP,
is sure going down the very same.
What's happening to democracy ?
To the sewer-rat it's plain.
Expenses-fiddlers, crack-heads,
taking over its furry domain !
A SHARP-TONGUED SHE-DEVIL
Her guy sure feels on a rack,
the fellow's found disjointed.
His girl is now a witch in black
to he, so hopelessly disappointed.
That mouth of hers began to hack
he who was by love anointed.
His girl has now a witch's hat
just like her tongue. Sharp pointed !
A MARRIAGE MADE TO LAST ?
I lived with a Thai-girl or two,
marriage not my thing.
I'd lived with an English woman
when it was named a sin.
Thirteen years we lasted
without that wedding ring.
Can't be said of friends.
Marriage did them in !
Thirteen years, thirteen years,
thirteen's lucky for some.
I'm not a bingo player,
but the lasting game we won.
CATHARTIC COUPLING
She sparkled, oh she sparkled,
she sparkled with delight.
Yes her eyes sparkled,
it was a bonfire night.
A bonfire night it was,
bang bang bang bang bang.
Rockets and catharsis wheels
for she and I her man.
THE THAI-GIRL'S GIFT FOR ME
She was Christmas in her stockings
and her red corset.
Although she is a Buddhist
it was a safe bet
this was her gift to me.
Who needed an Xmas tree !
LADY LOTUS MINE
She called me a "white-monkey" in fun
(though it was 'meant' by some),
but I had the year-round sun
of her country and of her smile.
My lotus-lady did so beguile.
A GOLDEN-HOUR GIRL HAS GONE
Hers is an heart
with an open door.
Hers is a mind
to explore
as is her body,
its every contour.
She is a soul
with whom to bond
and sail into
a blue beyond.
She is a girl
of the hour gone.
GIFT OF A POEM
TO A VERY PRETTY GIRL
Into your sweet dreams
did my message come ?
Did I enter your head
through my medium ?
My medium was the poem,
a message was the verse.
Did you invite it
into sleep's warm embrace ?
Yes into your sweet dreams
did my message come ?
Or did you ignore it,
give a downwards thumb ?
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