SHE'S-A-MISTY-MYSTICAL-AVALON-CREATURE-
NOT-REVEALED
Through the mists of time
I spy the silvery-waters of Avalon.
The lake-lady's white arm
risen like the neck of a swan.
In her fist King Arthur's sword.
Water-nymph or mermaid found my lord?
GIRL-HORSE-SEEKS-
MAGIC-MALE-HORSE?
Mare, as if shorn
of magic-horn,
seeks stallion
as her unicorn.
Fairytale romance.
Go hoof it, prance
across dewy-fields
in sure rosy-dawn.
VERY-UNSETTLING-COMPANY-WAS-
THE-BRITONS'-DEVIL-HILL
A Roman fort stood upon Huntcliff,
its watchtowers far above the sea.
A devil that gave its name to Hob Hill
was not good or welcomed company.
But time and tide sweep men away,
even the children who in their shadows play.
VICTORIAN-WEEK-HAD-THE-VERY-DARWIN-TOUCH !
There in the Valley Garden
by the Monkey Puzzle tree,
outside the tea-shop
people drank cups of tea.
Upon the leafless lawn
(apart from leaves of grass !)
we, girl, took a table,
Yorkshire lad and his lass.
Was it a chimps tea-party
like they have at the zoo?
The sun tipping his tophat
up there in the clear blue.
FED-RADICALISM-WITH-FLIPPANT-
CONTEMPT-FROM-THE-SO-RICH
How fitting that Fetter Lane
could be taken as Manacle
in the minds of those lived there
and became radical.
The poet Blake was familiar
with the Lane and Tyburn's gallows-tree.
Newgate Prison, the Thames River
stinking and snaking out to sea.
The far too rich, the far too poor,
the hungry knocking at hunger's door.
THE-SO-DAMN-HIGH-AND-MIGHTY-DESPOTS
It has been said that power corrupts,
and total power corrupts totally.
To put total power in the hands of one,
he'll think himself a divinity.
We've had the divine rights of kings,
and something like it with dictators.
There are also the tiny tyrants.
Bullies who seek higher status.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Monday, December 30, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 214 (A)
CURSE-A-CLOSER-BY-ME-WOMAN-
YOU-ALWAYS-DO
Caught in your web,
go unbind her.
it's just a girl who's
an innocent bystander.
Your cruel jealousy
makes you a spider
or a wicked sort
of spellbinder.
YOU-ALWAYS-DO
Caught in your web,
go unbind her.
it's just a girl who's
an innocent bystander.
Your cruel jealousy
makes you a spider
or a wicked sort
of spellbinder.
for PATTAYA TRADER 213 (C)
WING-HIGH-WORDS-MINE-
YES-DO-NOW
Like the honking goose
and the hissing swan
carrying thei messages
over the hills of Albion,
or the carrier hawk or dove
taking news to a king
or even a fair queen,
may my words wing,
may my words fly
higher than the hills are high.
IT'S-THE-HIGHLY-SECRET-GLENSIDE-COTTAGE-
GARDEN-NO-MORE
Windsor Road to the fore,
Glenside Terrace to the right.
Albion Terrace to the left
and the sea not far from sight.
Here is the very cottage
where I had been reared.
To those who visited,
a secret garden there appeared.
And a secret garden there is,
behind the highest wall
"Surrounding flowers and trees,
fairies small and giants tall,
the town-centre just over the way,"
you will hear the visitors say !
TIME-AND-TIDE-SURE-WASHED-
A-DAMNED-NEW-TEMPTRESS-ASHORE
Oh, like the damn witch
with Welsh seamaid name,
cruel Morgan the Fairy,
you are here to game
with halo and crown.
You wish to see fine men drown.
MISSING-THE-LINK-BETWEEN-
HUMAN-BEINGS-AND-THICK-
LATENT-APES?
'The Rights of Man'
wrote Thomas Paine,
and for man's rights
I have no disdain.
He has a right
to world humanity,
but the right also
to set apemen free?
WOMAN-WITH-THE-SEAMAN'S-
MERMAID-TATOO
Pressganged into service
were the men unwilling
to join a naval-ship
and take the Royal's shilling.
Pressgang me into service, girl?
I'll willingly sail you round the world !
THE-LONGEST-GIRL'S-SMILE-
HAS-GOT-TO-BE-A-FADING-PHOTOGRAPH
She met him by the photo-booth
where he was awaiting a train.
She gave her photo to the youth
who would not journey that way again
for a long time; a long, long while.
Find he'd aged more than her lasting smile.
YES-DO-NOW
Like the honking goose
and the hissing swan
carrying thei messages
over the hills of Albion,
or the carrier hawk or dove
taking news to a king
or even a fair queen,
may my words wing,
may my words fly
higher than the hills are high.
IT'S-THE-HIGHLY-SECRET-GLENSIDE-COTTAGE-
GARDEN-NO-MORE
Windsor Road to the fore,
Glenside Terrace to the right.
Albion Terrace to the left
and the sea not far from sight.
Here is the very cottage
where I had been reared.
To those who visited,
a secret garden there appeared.
And a secret garden there is,
behind the highest wall
"Surrounding flowers and trees,
fairies small and giants tall,
the town-centre just over the way,"
you will hear the visitors say !
TIME-AND-TIDE-SURE-WASHED-
A-DAMNED-NEW-TEMPTRESS-ASHORE
Oh, like the damn witch
with Welsh seamaid name,
cruel Morgan the Fairy,
you are here to game
with halo and crown.
You wish to see fine men drown.
MISSING-THE-LINK-BETWEEN-
HUMAN-BEINGS-AND-THICK-
LATENT-APES?
'The Rights of Man'
wrote Thomas Paine,
and for man's rights
I have no disdain.
He has a right
to world humanity,
but the right also
to set apemen free?
WOMAN-WITH-THE-SEAMAN'S-
MERMAID-TATOO
Pressganged into service
were the men unwilling
to join a naval-ship
and take the Royal's shilling.
Pressgang me into service, girl?
I'll willingly sail you round the world !
THE-LONGEST-GIRL'S-SMILE-
HAS-GOT-TO-BE-A-FADING-PHOTOGRAPH
She met him by the photo-booth
where he was awaiting a train.
She gave her photo to the youth
who would not journey that way again
for a long time; a long, long while.
Find he'd aged more than her lasting smile.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 213 (B)
A-DARK-SWANNING-ON-HIGNESS-
CROWNED-HER-I
Swan Lake is more poetic
than Duck Pond I'd agree,
and though a black swan
some might deem ugly,
the dark Siamese-girl
was a majestic beauty.
CROWNED-HER-I
Swan Lake is more poetic
than Duck Pond I'd agree,
and though a black swan
some might deem ugly,
the dark Siamese-girl
was a majestic beauty.
CORRECTION:
The end line of FRUSTRATED-GIRL should read 'could not' and not 'couldn't'. I know this sounds, perhaps, silly, but it jars less, having used the word 'couldn't' only a couple of lines away. It flows better, lengthens the line, and balances the alliteration of P, B, and D. I'm sure I've made such slight errors elsewhere, but I do have the corrected verses other than on this blog. Cheers, mateys. Captain Mark.
for PATTAYA TRADER 213 (A)
NOW-HANG-THE-PORTRAYAL-HIGH-
IN-THE-LOW-DOWN-ANIMAL-HOUSES?
The world is much smaller now,
though a jungle none-the-less.
Where we try to sanitise
it is a human zoo at best.
The odour inside the cages
we call the smell of success.
Wild is the competition,
there is nobody can tame it.
Though there are the despots
whose desire is to go chain it.
Find true-merit and moderation.
What a picture ! I'd sure frame it.
"FIND-THE-FRUSTRATED-GIRL-CHLOE-
HAS-COME-ROUND-AGAIN-GUYS"
Chloe was a chameleon.
Went from black to red to fair
her several different wigs
and colour of her very own hair.
She would venture into town,
enter pubs on the High Street
where word had got around
the girl was anybody's treat.
It earned her many names
but she took them in her stride.
There are many bad names
even real chameleons couldn't hide.
The changeling had a huge hunger
that just couldn't be satisfied.
SERIOUSLY-LIKE-A-COMICAL-
SEVENTIES-TV-SERIES
Like Citizen Wolfie Smith
are you, I go say.
Though you think you look
more like your hero Che.
All animals are equal
and equal with humans too?
All humans are equal
and equal to animals in the zoo?
All children are equal
and equal to the fully grown?
All adults are equal
and their children don't own?
Sometimes I am with you.
I see the naive child
in many of the people,
and also the wild.
But as to ownership,
what you fight for I see
is the State controller
who'd own both you and me !
IN-THE-LOW-DOWN-ANIMAL-HOUSES?
The world is much smaller now,
though a jungle none-the-less.
Where we try to sanitise
it is a human zoo at best.
The odour inside the cages
we call the smell of success.
Wild is the competition,
there is nobody can tame it.
Though there are the despots
whose desire is to go chain it.
Find true-merit and moderation.
What a picture ! I'd sure frame it.
"FIND-THE-FRUSTRATED-GIRL-CHLOE-
HAS-COME-ROUND-AGAIN-GUYS"
Chloe was a chameleon.
Went from black to red to fair
her several different wigs
and colour of her very own hair.
She would venture into town,
enter pubs on the High Street
where word had got around
the girl was anybody's treat.
It earned her many names
but she took them in her stride.
There are many bad names
even real chameleons couldn't hide.
The changeling had a huge hunger
that just couldn't be satisfied.
SERIOUSLY-LIKE-A-COMICAL-
SEVENTIES-TV-SERIES
Like Citizen Wolfie Smith
are you, I go say.
Though you think you look
more like your hero Che.
All animals are equal
and equal with humans too?
All humans are equal
and equal to animals in the zoo?
All children are equal
and equal to the fully grown?
All adults are equal
and their children don't own?
Sometimes I am with you.
I see the naive child
in many of the people,
and also the wild.
But as to ownership,
what you fight for I see
is the State controller
who'd own both you and me !
Friday, December 27, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 212 (F)
THE-EARTH-REALLY-
ENLIGHTENED
Thought is faster
or as fast
as the light
that is cast.
Thoughts encircle
the world but
there are those
don't think enough !
NOW-AN-INTERGALACTIC-GOD-
A-FISHY-DAGAN-TRIBAL'S-TALES-SURE-
DO-INFORM-US-FOLK-FIND
Ah the Temple of Dagan
was wrecked by mighty Samson.
Held to be evil the fish-man he.
But there is one pagan race
says he came from outerspace,
taught their old tribe civilities.
Arrived in a huge eggshell -
he who'd amongst them dwell -
bigger than any shell in the sea.
They had thought him a very god
who amongs them taught and trod
their earth. He who was starry?
THE-HORNED-AND-HAIRY-HUNTER-
HERNE-HE
A shaggy phantom,
a staggy phantom,
on horseback after dark.
A shaggy phantom,
a staggy phantom,
galloping through the Park.
A shaggy phantom,
a staggy phantom
with his set of horns great.
A shaggy phantom
who earlier got hanged
now rides through Windsor, late.
DON'T-CRUMPLE-YOUR-KILT-
NAE-MAN !
A street-philosopher type.
An R.C. Nesbitt at best.
"Haggis," cry out the neighbours,
"give your bagpiping a rest.
Bad-mouthing us English
and looking like a yob,
get back over the border,
or get yourself a job.
Always drinking the scotch
and for ever out of work,
do a cross-swords dance.
You sure are just a shirk.
Yes a cross-swords dance
because we're cross with you.
The road out of Scotland
leads you back there too !"
NOT-A-WESTERN-COUNTRY-INVADER-WAS-I-
DARK-VENUS-BUT-YOUR-SPELLBOUND-
ALIEN-LOVER-YES
I was a stranger on the shore,
a stranger in a strange land.
Like an Eastern witch or fairy
you waved your magic-wand.
I was your Dr. Strangelove
but with an ungloved hand.
I was your man from the West,
the first, sure not the last.
I drink, Dem, to your future,
your alien now in the past.
BORN-WITH-A-SILVERLESS-SPOON-
IN-HER-MOUTH-WAS-THE-ENVIOUS-
GIRL-I-GUESS !
You may spy her in Cheapside.
Wallets and purses best hide.
She has a thing about wealth.
She'd make a richman a poor-bride.
Better that he keep wide.
She'd be bad for his health.
You might find her at the dockside,
hailing sailors, winky-eyed,
or in the dock of a courtroom.
A modern day Moll Flanders she.
No kind of a girl for good company.
A lover of the silvery-spoon !
ENLIGHTENED
Thought is faster
or as fast
as the light
that is cast.
Thoughts encircle
the world but
there are those
don't think enough !
NOW-AN-INTERGALACTIC-GOD-
A-FISHY-DAGAN-TRIBAL'S-TALES-SURE-
DO-INFORM-US-FOLK-FIND
Ah the Temple of Dagan
was wrecked by mighty Samson.
Held to be evil the fish-man he.
But there is one pagan race
says he came from outerspace,
taught their old tribe civilities.
Arrived in a huge eggshell -
he who'd amongst them dwell -
bigger than any shell in the sea.
They had thought him a very god
who amongs them taught and trod
their earth. He who was starry?
THE-HORNED-AND-HAIRY-HUNTER-
HERNE-HE
A shaggy phantom,
a staggy phantom,
on horseback after dark.
A shaggy phantom,
a staggy phantom,
galloping through the Park.
A shaggy phantom,
a staggy phantom
with his set of horns great.
A shaggy phantom
who earlier got hanged
now rides through Windsor, late.
DON'T-CRUMPLE-YOUR-KILT-
NAE-MAN !
A street-philosopher type.
An R.C. Nesbitt at best.
"Haggis," cry out the neighbours,
"give your bagpiping a rest.
Bad-mouthing us English
and looking like a yob,
get back over the border,
or get yourself a job.
Always drinking the scotch
and for ever out of work,
do a cross-swords dance.
You sure are just a shirk.
Yes a cross-swords dance
because we're cross with you.
The road out of Scotland
leads you back there too !"
NOT-A-WESTERN-COUNTRY-INVADER-WAS-I-
DARK-VENUS-BUT-YOUR-SPELLBOUND-
ALIEN-LOVER-YES
I was a stranger on the shore,
a stranger in a strange land.
Like an Eastern witch or fairy
you waved your magic-wand.
I was your Dr. Strangelove
but with an ungloved hand.
I was your man from the West,
the first, sure not the last.
I drink, Dem, to your future,
your alien now in the past.
BORN-WITH-A-SILVERLESS-SPOON-
IN-HER-MOUTH-WAS-THE-ENVIOUS-
GIRL-I-GUESS !
You may spy her in Cheapside.
Wallets and purses best hide.
She has a thing about wealth.
She'd make a richman a poor-bride.
Better that he keep wide.
She'd be bad for his health.
You might find her at the dockside,
hailing sailors, winky-eyed,
or in the dock of a courtroom.
A modern day Moll Flanders she.
No kind of a girl for good company.
A lover of the silvery-spoon !
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 212 (E)
WITH-WHITE-STORKS-AND-LATER-
WITH-DAMN-BLACK-BATS
The Black Death friars
of a far-off dark ages
within cruel city walls
where now many the bridges
over the flowing Thames
that London divides...
Did Black Death eyes
see white on the otherside?
Did Black Death eyes
see light beyond the dark?
Half-a-peopled city dead.
Went with bat who came with stork.
LIKES-BEN-BIG-TIME-SHE
She likes Big Ben.
P.O. Tower is bigger.
But Ben strikes her
a proud father figure
who chimes and charms.
And also struck is she
by the time that he has
for his London City !
WITH-DAMN-BLACK-BATS
The Black Death friars
of a far-off dark ages
within cruel city walls
where now many the bridges
over the flowing Thames
that London divides...
Did Black Death eyes
see white on the otherside?
Did Black Death eyes
see light beyond the dark?
Half-a-peopled city dead.
Went with bat who came with stork.
LIKES-BEN-BIG-TIME-SHE
She likes Big Ben.
P.O. Tower is bigger.
But Ben strikes her
a proud father figure
who chimes and charms.
And also struck is she
by the time that he has
for his London City !
Monday, December 23, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 212 (D)
IT'S-A-CUNNING-GIRL-CAT-BURGLARIZES-
HARD-TOM'S-LOFTY-HEART-FIND
He is hearing alarm-bells ring.
His heart the girl's burglarizing.
She has it almost in the bag.
Shall make off with her hard-swag.
(correction to below)
HARD-TOM'S-LOFTY-HEART-FIND
He is hearing alarm-bells ring.
His heart the girl's burglarizing.
She has it almost in the bag.
Shall make off with her hard-swag.
(correction to below)
for PATTAYA TRADER 212 (C)
A-CUNNING-GIRL'S-CATBURGLARIZING-
HARD-TOM'S-HEART
You're hearing alarm-bells ring.
Your heart the girl is burgaling.
She has it almost in the bag.
Shall make off with her hard-swag.
DESIROUS-OF-A-LOVE-GOD'S-BOW-AND-MIGHTY-
DART-ARE-THE-LONESOME-GIRLS
Eros, Cupid, Kama,
gods of love all three.
Greek, Roman, Indian.
Bow carriers they be.
A lonely-woman, find,
welcomes the dart
that kills the common,
fills with love her heart.
BOOZE-BLINDNESS-OR-SIGHTLESS-HATE-
CAN-BOTH-KILL
At the end of Whitechapel Road
The Blind Beggar stands.
The pub where Ronnie Kray
shot dead a rival in gangland.
The Albion Brewery had stood
next door to The Beggar.
Blind-drunkenness and blind-hate.
Sure evil alone or together?
YES-THE-DROOPY-DICKIE-WAS-HE
In the Heineken factory,
Dick saw into the alcoholic-soup.
A vat of Dutch-lager.
The sight alone gave brewer's droop !
The sight alone gave brewer's droop
while on a factory tour.
In the red-light district,
didn't even bother to score.
When you've got the drinky-droop
it is pointless, for sure !
WHEN-CLUMSY-ANARCHISM-SUPPORTED-
STRICT-CONTROL-OH-YES !
East End London, 1886,
a very hotbed of Jewish anarchists.
They supported, too, the bolsheviks.
These Jews being mainly atheists
they ate, for effect, ham sandwhiches.
Took the ham in their left-fists.
Hamfisted they were ! Get my gist?!
SWALLOWING-HIGH-TEASON-
WITHOUT-THE-SEASONING
Beefeaters are the fellows
who guard The London Tower
which itself is a meat-eater;
the lives it has devoured !
Like some giant, perhaps?
Like some really-grim ogre
that's swallowed several-types
who'd the throne throwover?
HARD-TOM'S-HEART
You're hearing alarm-bells ring.
Your heart the girl is burgaling.
She has it almost in the bag.
Shall make off with her hard-swag.
DESIROUS-OF-A-LOVE-GOD'S-BOW-AND-MIGHTY-
DART-ARE-THE-LONESOME-GIRLS
Eros, Cupid, Kama,
gods of love all three.
Greek, Roman, Indian.
Bow carriers they be.
A lonely-woman, find,
welcomes the dart
that kills the common,
fills with love her heart.
BOOZE-BLINDNESS-OR-SIGHTLESS-HATE-
CAN-BOTH-KILL
At the end of Whitechapel Road
The Blind Beggar stands.
The pub where Ronnie Kray
shot dead a rival in gangland.
The Albion Brewery had stood
next door to The Beggar.
Blind-drunkenness and blind-hate.
Sure evil alone or together?
YES-THE-DROOPY-DICKIE-WAS-HE
In the Heineken factory,
Dick saw into the alcoholic-soup.
A vat of Dutch-lager.
The sight alone gave brewer's droop !
The sight alone gave brewer's droop
while on a factory tour.
In the red-light district,
didn't even bother to score.
When you've got the drinky-droop
it is pointless, for sure !
WHEN-CLUMSY-ANARCHISM-SUPPORTED-
STRICT-CONTROL-OH-YES !
East End London, 1886,
a very hotbed of Jewish anarchists.
They supported, too, the bolsheviks.
These Jews being mainly atheists
they ate, for effect, ham sandwhiches.
Took the ham in their left-fists.
Hamfisted they were ! Get my gist?!
SWALLOWING-HIGH-TEASON-
WITHOUT-THE-SEASONING
Beefeaters are the fellows
who guard The London Tower
which itself is a meat-eater;
the lives it has devoured !
Like some giant, perhaps?
Like some really-grim ogre
that's swallowed several-types
who'd the throne throwover?
Saturday, December 21, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 212 (B)
IT-WILL-COME-TO-ALL-AROUND-
DARKLY-COLD-DEATH
The memorial to the dead
above Waterloo Station.
The World-War-I-ers
who fought for their nation.
Death, oh dark death
their cold destination.
From Waterloo to where?
Death is up here; will come there.
YES-HALF-FISH-OF-EASTER-FOLKLORE-WAS-
WHITBY'S-VERY-OWN-CELTIC-CHRISTIAN-
HILDA-SURE
Hilda of the Celtic-Church,
and abbess at Whitby she,
could turn grass-snakes into clay,
and herself into part-fish of the sea.
But couldn't turn away mighty-Rome.
It rolled over her like a huge-stone.
DON'T-FLY-OFF-THE-HANDLE-
AS-TO-THIS-HILL
Boys and girls fly kites still,
from what folk call Parliament Hill
because the cronies of Guy Fawkes
(he who hailed from City-of-York)
were said to gather there to watch
the soon to fail Gundpowder Plot?!
Kite Hill or Parliament pick.
No fireworks please, over it !
"GO-WING-IT-OR-SWING-IT-ROGUES !"
Cockspur Street
just off Pall Mall.
Every pickpocket
and his Moll
joined the cockfights,
joined the crowd,
robbed the gentlemen,
how they crowed !
"Jailbirds, jailbirds,
crow cocky do,"
sang the hanging judge
"'cause I'll get you !"
DAMN-LASTING-TOOTH-AND-NAIL'S-
TRUTH-I-DO
There's Marxist splinter-groups.
Find Christian splinter-groups too.
Stalin had Trotsky assassinated.
China-and-Russia would feud.
Catholics warring with protestants.
Islam bares its tiger-tooth.
All sure out for hell and fury.
All claim to fight for Truth.
DARKLY-COLD-DEATH
The memorial to the dead
above Waterloo Station.
The World-War-I-ers
who fought for their nation.
Death, oh dark death
their cold destination.
From Waterloo to where?
Death is up here; will come there.
YES-HALF-FISH-OF-EASTER-FOLKLORE-WAS-
WHITBY'S-VERY-OWN-CELTIC-CHRISTIAN-
HILDA-SURE
Hilda of the Celtic-Church,
and abbess at Whitby she,
could turn grass-snakes into clay,
and herself into part-fish of the sea.
But couldn't turn away mighty-Rome.
It rolled over her like a huge-stone.
DON'T-FLY-OFF-THE-HANDLE-
AS-TO-THIS-HILL
Boys and girls fly kites still,
from what folk call Parliament Hill
because the cronies of Guy Fawkes
(he who hailed from City-of-York)
were said to gather there to watch
the soon to fail Gundpowder Plot?!
Kite Hill or Parliament pick.
No fireworks please, over it !
"GO-WING-IT-OR-SWING-IT-ROGUES !"
Cockspur Street
just off Pall Mall.
Every pickpocket
and his Moll
joined the cockfights,
joined the crowd,
robbed the gentlemen,
how they crowed !
"Jailbirds, jailbirds,
crow cocky do,"
sang the hanging judge
"'cause I'll get you !"
DAMN-LASTING-TOOTH-AND-NAIL'S-
TRUTH-I-DO
There's Marxist splinter-groups.
Find Christian splinter-groups too.
Stalin had Trotsky assassinated.
China-and-Russia would feud.
Catholics warring with protestants.
Islam bares its tiger-tooth.
All sure out for hell and fury.
All claim to fight for Truth.
Friday, December 20, 2013
for PATTAYA 212 (A)
NO-GREAT-WORD-BATTLE-ON-NELSON'S-WATCH-
DUTCH-SOUNDING-GIRL !
Taking the avenue, Northumberland,
turn right for the Strand
or left for Charing Cross.
Straight ahead Trafalgar Square.
Look at Nelson way up there.
Now isn't he, girl, the boss?!
You want to go Holland Park
before it gets to be dark?
Sure romantic there you hear.
You're almost speaking Dutch,
going cross-eyed, drank too much
when with your meal you'd beer.
Tuneless and louder than the lark
I think it best your ass you park,
the evening is drawing near.
IT'S-DRAGONS-GOLDY-RED-AND-BENIGN-
AND-GREEN-AND-MALIGN-EAST-AND-WEST
The dragon symbol
at Templar Bar
is not a dragon
of the East afar.
No it's not a dragon
of the far East.
Mainly benign
is that beast.
Guardian of treasure
like the griffin.
Red-and-gold scaled,
head, tail, wings.
The West's dragon
is green scaled,
head and wings
and its tail.
DUTCH-SOUNDING-GIRL !
Taking the avenue, Northumberland,
turn right for the Strand
or left for Charing Cross.
Straight ahead Trafalgar Square.
Look at Nelson way up there.
Now isn't he, girl, the boss?!
You want to go Holland Park
before it gets to be dark?
Sure romantic there you hear.
You're almost speaking Dutch,
going cross-eyed, drank too much
when with your meal you'd beer.
Tuneless and louder than the lark
I think it best your ass you park,
the evening is drawing near.
IT'S-DRAGONS-GOLDY-RED-AND-BENIGN-
AND-GREEN-AND-MALIGN-EAST-AND-WEST
The dragon symbol
at Templar Bar
is not a dragon
of the East afar.
No it's not a dragon
of the far East.
Mainly benign
is that beast.
Guardian of treasure
like the griffin.
Red-and-gold scaled,
head, tail, wings.
The West's dragon
is green scaled,
head and wings
and its tail.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 211 (E)
UPTIGHT-ABOUT-ACTIVE-ACTRESSES-
AROUND-THE-VERY-CORNER-WAS-THE-PURITAN-NO?
"Greetings. I'm going
round The Globe."
"Round the world?!"
"No. The Theatre
round the road."
"Theatres ! I hate them.
They're crude chapels of Satan !"
"Oh you're such a puritan.
hang-loose with an action-woman !"
AROUND-THE-VERY-CORNER-WAS-THE-PURITAN-NO?
"Greetings. I'm going
round The Globe."
"Round the world?!"
"No. The Theatre
round the road."
"Theatres ! I hate them.
They're crude chapels of Satan !"
"Oh you're such a puritan.
hang-loose with an action-woman !"
for PATTAYA TRADER 211 (D)
YES-CROSS-OVER-A-UNIVERSE-
SURE-CAN-SHE
It was at Charing Cross
she took-a-look
where she was sure
to find a book
that would take her
to the otherside -
if only in thought -
not that she'd die.
Ah books aplenty
upon the shelves
of the many shops,
worlds unto themselves.
But the Otherworldly
was her escape
from this world
of the man-ape.
Yes the Otherworldly,
no shape or form.
Just mental flight
from the global norm.
SURE-CAN-SHE
It was at Charing Cross
she took-a-look
where she was sure
to find a book
that would take her
to the otherside -
if only in thought -
not that she'd die.
Ah books aplenty
upon the shelves
of the many shops,
worlds unto themselves.
But the Otherworldly
was her escape
from this world
of the man-ape.
Yes the Otherworldly,
no shape or form.
Just mental flight
from the global norm.
CORRECTION on CORRECTION !:
in TYBURN'S DAMN DEAD TREE the line should read: "in times that were very hard". Not DICKENS.
CORRECTION:
In DICKENS the line should read: "in times that were very hard" and in FROM-BIG-CITY 'Seargeant Pepper' should be 'Sergeant Pepper's'.
for PATTAYA TRADER 211 (C)
IT'S-TYBURN'S-DAMN-DEAD-TREE
The hangman, Jack Ketch,
before him they fetched
the villains, their guards.
And hang them he would
as hang them he should,
in times that were hard.
When the times softened
Tyburn's triple tree condemned
the folk. Gone the gallows, see?
But it has grown through history.
THE-TOPHATTED-CHARLES-DICKENS'-TALES-
SURE-GOT-LARGE-CROWDS
Oh what the damn dickens!?
Charlie's amongst the chickens,
and acts the cock-adoodle-doo.
"Pestered by the chicks, the hens,
get back, dandy, to your ink-pen.
Your tales are tophat, write more of them !"
SWALLOWED-BY-A-SNAKING-LAKE-
WAS-A-WOMAN-YES
We hear of sea-monsters
and of a monstrous sea.
Find The Serpentine was made
for a yatching royalty.
It was in The Serpentine
drowned the wife of Shelley.
Ah yes the poet Shelley,
the name sounds of the sea.
We hear of sea-monsters;
Serpentine swallowed wife of he.
FROM-BIG-CITY-TO-A-TINY-TOWN-IS-GOING-
A-FOREIGN-FEELING-GIRL
In London, it's Liverpool Street Station
for the girl's up North destination.
At the platform her train's just stood.
Sergeant Pepper music plays in her head.
She hears his Lonely Heart's Club Band.
Another town seems like another land.
Love has gone away, city romance ends.
She heads for home and helpful friends.
Alone in the crowds, even with London lights,
it is back to a small town's starry nights.
The hangman, Jack Ketch,
before him they fetched
the villains, their guards.
And hang them he would
as hang them he should,
in times that were hard.
When the times softened
Tyburn's triple tree condemned
the folk. Gone the gallows, see?
But it has grown through history.
THE-TOPHATTED-CHARLES-DICKENS'-TALES-
SURE-GOT-LARGE-CROWDS
Oh what the damn dickens!?
Charlie's amongst the chickens,
and acts the cock-adoodle-doo.
"Pestered by the chicks, the hens,
get back, dandy, to your ink-pen.
Your tales are tophat, write more of them !"
SWALLOWED-BY-A-SNAKING-LAKE-
WAS-A-WOMAN-YES
We hear of sea-monsters
and of a monstrous sea.
Find The Serpentine was made
for a yatching royalty.
It was in The Serpentine
drowned the wife of Shelley.
Ah yes the poet Shelley,
the name sounds of the sea.
We hear of sea-monsters;
Serpentine swallowed wife of he.
FROM-BIG-CITY-TO-A-TINY-TOWN-IS-GOING-
A-FOREIGN-FEELING-GIRL
In London, it's Liverpool Street Station
for the girl's up North destination.
At the platform her train's just stood.
Sergeant Pepper music plays in her head.
She hears his Lonely Heart's Club Band.
Another town seems like another land.
Love has gone away, city romance ends.
She heads for home and helpful friends.
Alone in the crowds, even with London lights,
it is back to a small town's starry nights.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
for PATAYA TRADER 211 (B)
TEN-UP-AT-DOWNING
Takes one-upmanship
to try and beat
all the down-putters
in Downing Street.
They are well-versed
in pulling the wool
over the eyes
of the many people.
Yes when it comes
to the politician
shepherding blind-sheep,
ten out of ten !
Takes one-upmanship
to try and beat
all the down-putters
in Downing Street.
They are well-versed
in pulling the wool
over the eyes
of the many people.
Yes when it comes
to the politician
shepherding blind-sheep,
ten out of ten !
for PATTAYA TRADER 211 (A)
REAL-BAD-OX-BLOOD-
CAN-COLOUR-XMAS !
Amongst the herd
up on their feet,
I make my way
along Oxford Street.
The window-shoppers
the Xmas goods greet,
and the bargain buyers
carry off grand treats.
I can see many
dead on their feet.
Sure fill with ill-will
beasts of the street.
Amongst the herd
there is bad meat.
I make my way
along Oxford Street.
MATERIAL-IMAGE-MAKERS
A photograph steals the very soul,
say the Australian Aboriginees.
And so it does the materialists
whose bodies make for vanities !
A-SURE-DELICIOUS-DESSERT
You're creme-de-la-creme,
and you are French wine.
You're a Miss Jean Brodie
damn fine in her prime.
Blow out the candle,
we'll dance in the dark,
just you and your Mark
my sexy Muriel Spark !
A-DAMN-LEGEND-WAS-LAWRENCE-NO?
Lawrence of Arabia
was truly not the saviour
he thought he could be.
Find he was a versifier
and, good-heavens, a tryer.
A bold man was he.
No camel but a motorbike
would end his brave-life.
Lawrence the legendary.
CAN-COLOUR-XMAS !
Amongst the herd
up on their feet,
I make my way
along Oxford Street.
The window-shoppers
the Xmas goods greet,
and the bargain buyers
carry off grand treats.
I can see many
dead on their feet.
Sure fill with ill-will
beasts of the street.
Amongst the herd
there is bad meat.
I make my way
along Oxford Street.
MATERIAL-IMAGE-MAKERS
A photograph steals the very soul,
say the Australian Aboriginees.
And so it does the materialists
whose bodies make for vanities !
A-SURE-DELICIOUS-DESSERT
You're creme-de-la-creme,
and you are French wine.
You're a Miss Jean Brodie
damn fine in her prime.
Blow out the candle,
we'll dance in the dark,
just you and your Mark
my sexy Muriel Spark !
A-DAMN-LEGEND-WAS-LAWRENCE-NO?
Lawrence of Arabia
was truly not the saviour
he thought he could be.
Find he was a versifier
and, good-heavens, a tryer.
A bold man was he.
No camel but a motorbike
would end his brave-life.
Lawrence the legendary.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 210 (E)
DOWN-FROM-THE-PUBLIC-HOUSE'S-ROOF-
CAME-A-BLACKBIRD-NO?
I took the underground
to Finsbury Park.
It was there I met
a girl who was dark
in a noonday pub,
and not by design,
on a stool at the bar,
drinking white wine.
A sunny-smile broke-out.
She then gave her name,
and it passed my mind
she was on the game.
Ah seemed to sing
the every word
of this young and sweet
seated blackbird.
And then came in
some John or Joe
whom the blackbird
appeared to know.
She now turned into
a hissing black cat
who'd swallowed the bird
where she had sat.
Was the guy her pimp?
Find I do not know.
Her husband, perhaps,
but time it was to go
way back to Victoria
with its own location
of city sparrows-and-starlings
sat above the population.
ROCKED-BY-DAILY-ROMANCE-A-DUO
He is her Rock Hudson.
She is his Doris Day.
And he is a Hudson
who is not gay.
It was telephone talk
led to pillow talk.
Moonlight inbetween,
on the boardwalk.
It was telephone talk
and morning mail,
evening stars,
shadows of ships asail.
Yes he is her Rock
and she his bright Day.
In the nighttime
together they lay.
Roll her over Rock,
see her light the way !
CAME-A-BLACKBIRD-NO?
I took the underground
to Finsbury Park.
It was there I met
a girl who was dark
in a noonday pub,
and not by design,
on a stool at the bar,
drinking white wine.
A sunny-smile broke-out.
She then gave her name,
and it passed my mind
she was on the game.
Ah seemed to sing
the every word
of this young and sweet
seated blackbird.
And then came in
some John or Joe
whom the blackbird
appeared to know.
She now turned into
a hissing black cat
who'd swallowed the bird
where she had sat.
Was the guy her pimp?
Find I do not know.
Her husband, perhaps,
but time it was to go
way back to Victoria
with its own location
of city sparrows-and-starlings
sat above the population.
ROCKED-BY-DAILY-ROMANCE-A-DUO
He is her Rock Hudson.
She is his Doris Day.
And he is a Hudson
who is not gay.
It was telephone talk
led to pillow talk.
Moonlight inbetween,
on the boardwalk.
It was telephone talk
and morning mail,
evening stars,
shadows of ships asail.
Yes he is her Rock
and she his bright Day.
In the nighttime
together they lay.
Roll her over Rock,
see her light the way !
Monday, December 16, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 210 (D)
THE-PATHETIC-PRISONER-COUPLE
He didn't wish to marry.
She wished for 'security'.
Now the two live together
in less than perfect harmony.
Marriage has become, find,
a prison for the pair.
Each sure the other's jailer,
one day they'll break out of there !
He didn't wish to marry.
She wished for 'security'.
Now the two live together
in less than perfect harmony.
Marriage has become, find,
a prison for the pair.
Each sure the other's jailer,
one day they'll break out of there !
for PATTAYA TRADER 210 (C)
NOW-FOR-A-FOREIGN-AFFAIR
Just like Shirley Valentine
you are after a good time.
Your husband's sure a swine.
A Greek waiter'd do you fine.
Pack your bags for an affair.
Black stockings, sexy underwear.
You'll go flying over there,
middle-aged and in despair.
CLASSY-HOT-ACT-SURE-ATTRACTED-
THE-BAKER'S-ATTENTION-NO?
The girl was from Wood Green
way back in the 1970's scene.
She'd refused to go to school,
became and idler and a fool,
and then she foresaw her fate:
a squatter within Notting Hill Gate.
She decided to bag a local baker.
Pretending to be 'The Pill' taker,
the girl a bun the baker got
to place in her oven. Acted hot !
So into some money she wed.
Lazed every day in their bed.
Gave birth to a half-baked-son.
Idle-boned-and-brained like mum !
BACKWARD-AND-UPWARD-IT-IS-
BEN'S-CLOCK-FACE-SHALL-WATCH-
MEN-FORWARD-FLOW
Rolling along the Thames
like the Three Men In A Boat,
here I cruise aboard a ferry,
to the left, behind me, I note
Big Ben is sounding out
and 3 O'clock is struck.
Each man has his hour.
All roll till their time is up.
GETTING-THE-MESSAGE-STRAIGHT?
It was while in Pattaya
I was treated like a celeb
when I walked into a bar
which suddenly became a web.
A bar of Thai ladyboys,
I'd walked in the wrong den.
A damn sure sticky situation,
It was The Kiss Of The Spiderwoman
that came to mind, so caught
among the third-sex these.
But my way out I fought.
Surrendered to a female Siamese !
Just like Shirley Valentine
you are after a good time.
Your husband's sure a swine.
A Greek waiter'd do you fine.
Pack your bags for an affair.
Black stockings, sexy underwear.
You'll go flying over there,
middle-aged and in despair.
CLASSY-HOT-ACT-SURE-ATTRACTED-
THE-BAKER'S-ATTENTION-NO?
The girl was from Wood Green
way back in the 1970's scene.
She'd refused to go to school,
became and idler and a fool,
and then she foresaw her fate:
a squatter within Notting Hill Gate.
She decided to bag a local baker.
Pretending to be 'The Pill' taker,
the girl a bun the baker got
to place in her oven. Acted hot !
So into some money she wed.
Lazed every day in their bed.
Gave birth to a half-baked-son.
Idle-boned-and-brained like mum !
BACKWARD-AND-UPWARD-IT-IS-
BEN'S-CLOCK-FACE-SHALL-WATCH-
MEN-FORWARD-FLOW
Rolling along the Thames
like the Three Men In A Boat,
here I cruise aboard a ferry,
to the left, behind me, I note
Big Ben is sounding out
and 3 O'clock is struck.
Each man has his hour.
All roll till their time is up.
GETTING-THE-MESSAGE-STRAIGHT?
It was while in Pattaya
I was treated like a celeb
when I walked into a bar
which suddenly became a web.
A bar of Thai ladyboys,
I'd walked in the wrong den.
A damn sure sticky situation,
It was The Kiss Of The Spiderwoman
that came to mind, so caught
among the third-sex these.
But my way out I fought.
Surrendered to a female Siamese !
Saturday, December 14, 2013
CORRECTION:
A line in HAMMERSMITH should read: "and the pink panthers, too," (not 'also the pink panthers') while the last word of the verse should be 'alcoholics' !
Friday, December 13, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 210 (B)
IMPERFECTION-SHAPES-OUR-WORLD
The guy was too good to be true.
The girl found this suspect.
Perfection is not of this world.
Too suspicious she would select
another, a guy more of this world,
less than perfect being the girl.
The guy was too good to be true.
The girl found this suspect.
Perfection is not of this world.
Too suspicious she would select
another, a guy more of this world,
less than perfect being the girl.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 210 (A)
MORE-CUSTOMERS-IN-STORE
Your relationship you say
you just had to stop.
The guy was like a bull
in your China Shop.
That he'd no though, girl,
for your delicacy,
and fragile anyway
your meets with he.
Ah, part-Chinese lady-Thai,
there's more men come to buy !
IT-IS-A-REAL-YOUNG-BEAUTIFUL-
BRAINY-BLONDE-YOU'LL-FIND
Blonde and blue-eyed
(though you say blondes are dumb)
there is wisdom in her gaze,
intelligence on her tongue,
and beauty in that face.
Yes wise for one so young.
Your relationship you say
you just had to stop.
The guy was like a bull
in your China Shop.
That he'd no though, girl,
for your delicacy,
and fragile anyway
your meets with he.
Ah, part-Chinese lady-Thai,
there's more men come to buy !
IT-IS-A-REAL-YOUNG-BEAUTIFUL-
BRAINY-BLONDE-YOU'LL-FIND
Blonde and blue-eyed
(though you say blondes are dumb)
there is wisdom in her gaze,
intelligence on her tongue,
and beauty in that face.
Yes wise for one so young.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 209 (F)
HAMMERED-BY-THE-SORE-COPPERS-
IN-THE-HAMMERSMITH-PARK-AREA?!
Getting hammered in Hammersmith?
The cops are onto drinkers who
use a park as though a public-house,
and onto the pink panthers too,
seeking same-sex there in Hammersmith
as if the park were a human-zoo.
How to keep them out the place?
Perhaps a male-brothel'd do the trick?
But like the druggies dealing there,
already 'upped' are the alcholics !
IN-THE-HAMMERSMITH-PARK-AREA?!
Getting hammered in Hammersmith?
The cops are onto drinkers who
use a park as though a public-house,
and onto the pink panthers too,
seeking same-sex there in Hammersmith
as if the park were a human-zoo.
How to keep them out the place?
Perhaps a male-brothel'd do the trick?
But like the druggies dealing there,
already 'upped' are the alcholics !
for PATTAYA TRADER 209 (E)
PANDORA'S-SEALED-BOX-WAS-OPENED-UP
Pandora was a schoolkid.
When lifted her box's lid
they found the many pills
that caused all her damn ills.
The pedlar outside the gate
of her school, sealed her fate.
Alice had her under-world,
under ground lies the schoolgirl.
SPIKED-WAS-A-NOW-DEAD-SINGER
Spike fronted The Hedgehogs
with a microphone in hand.
He was the gaunt singer
for the rock 'n' roll band.
Find that they were prickly
about his abuse, one and all.
The needle pricks along his arms
led to his downfall
(They came across dead Spike
curled-up into a ball).
Pandora was a schoolkid.
When lifted her box's lid
they found the many pills
that caused all her damn ills.
The pedlar outside the gate
of her school, sealed her fate.
Alice had her under-world,
under ground lies the schoolgirl.
SPIKED-WAS-A-NOW-DEAD-SINGER
Spike fronted The Hedgehogs
with a microphone in hand.
He was the gaunt singer
for the rock 'n' roll band.
Find that they were prickly
about his abuse, one and all.
The needle pricks along his arms
led to his downfall
(They came across dead Spike
curled-up into a ball).
for PATTAYA TRADER 209 (D)
HERS-THE-MEATY-MANNERISMS
I offered my bus-seat
to a girl in the aisle.
She called me a sexist pig !
Had I put sty before style?
I thought it good manners,
I thought it polite.
She had a porky belly,
looked pregnant to my sight.
I'm fed-up with good manners,
she was fed-up on food,
and ill-mannered too.
Piggish, sure damn rude !
NO-DON'T-YOU-DEMONISE-
DAMN-DEMOCRACY !
The strikes and protests
sure seem to come to all.
Even the marchers knockers
appear to heed the call.
Often it's the 'plebs',
sometimes the well-offs too.
Damn those involved.
Praise they've the freedom to do !
TWO-SIDES-TO-ONE-COIN?
What means Socialism?
It is equal society.
What National Socialism?
The native-Nazi.
Both oppose the Capitalist.
The first of mixed-races.
The second of non-foreign faces.
The pair collectivist.
UPWARDS-WITH-THE-PINNED-
DOWN-PREY
There is a hawk hovers
in the sky, like a cross,
to which a mouse will be pinned
and its tiny life lost.
It will rise up to heaven.
Carried in the hawk's talons.
MONSTERS-OLD-AND-NEW-TOO
The dragon bones they dug-up
were really from a tyrannosaurus rex.
Yet monsters sure are monsters
to we men, none-the-less.
And man-monsters come to us
in all sizes and forms.
Some of them damn deadlier
when they look to us the norm.
I offered my bus-seat
to a girl in the aisle.
She called me a sexist pig !
Had I put sty before style?
I thought it good manners,
I thought it polite.
She had a porky belly,
looked pregnant to my sight.
I'm fed-up with good manners,
she was fed-up on food,
and ill-mannered too.
Piggish, sure damn rude !
NO-DON'T-YOU-DEMONISE-
DAMN-DEMOCRACY !
The strikes and protests
sure seem to come to all.
Even the marchers knockers
appear to heed the call.
Often it's the 'plebs',
sometimes the well-offs too.
Damn those involved.
Praise they've the freedom to do !
TWO-SIDES-TO-ONE-COIN?
What means Socialism?
It is equal society.
What National Socialism?
The native-Nazi.
Both oppose the Capitalist.
The first of mixed-races.
The second of non-foreign faces.
The pair collectivist.
UPWARDS-WITH-THE-PINNED-
DOWN-PREY
There is a hawk hovers
in the sky, like a cross,
to which a mouse will be pinned
and its tiny life lost.
It will rise up to heaven.
Carried in the hawk's talons.
MONSTERS-OLD-AND-NEW-TOO
The dragon bones they dug-up
were really from a tyrannosaurus rex.
Yet monsters sure are monsters
to we men, none-the-less.
And man-monsters come to us
in all sizes and forms.
Some of them damn deadlier
when they look to us the norm.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 209 (C)
HAUNTED-BY-THE-TRUTH-NOW?
Folk called him Gentleman Jim.
From the Tyburn Tree he'd swing.
Yes they spoke good of the highwayman
who from the Tyburn Tree would hang.
Of the man they spoke good
as they did the goblins of the wood
that foul tricks they'd not come play,
try to keep Jim and them at bay.
Now Jim was dead, his ghost would ride.
"His ghost is good," they lied and lied.
He paid no heed to what they'd say,
still his ghost would haunt the highway.
SMITH-NOT-A-JONESY
She is so very miserable.
So very miserable is she.
More miserable than Les Miserables
performed by a theatrical-company.
More miserable, find, than a song
miserably sung by Morrissey.
What's got into her bones is
she's not up there with the Joneses !
A-BOOKBEDDER
I am an Aquarian.
The girl was a Libran and librarian.
Off balance, though, Icarus I
(my sign being of the air),
I misjudged she the Scales, and her smile.
But did not plummit into despair.
Sure'll be reading at bedtime a good-while.
Folk called him Gentleman Jim.
From the Tyburn Tree he'd swing.
Yes they spoke good of the highwayman
who from the Tyburn Tree would hang.
Of the man they spoke good
as they did the goblins of the wood
that foul tricks they'd not come play,
try to keep Jim and them at bay.
Now Jim was dead, his ghost would ride.
"His ghost is good," they lied and lied.
He paid no heed to what they'd say,
still his ghost would haunt the highway.
SMITH-NOT-A-JONESY
She is so very miserable.
So very miserable is she.
More miserable than Les Miserables
performed by a theatrical-company.
More miserable, find, than a song
miserably sung by Morrissey.
What's got into her bones is
she's not up there with the Joneses !
A-BOOKBEDDER
I am an Aquarian.
The girl was a Libran and librarian.
Off balance, though, Icarus I
(my sign being of the air),
I misjudged she the Scales, and her smile.
But did not plummit into despair.
Sure'll be reading at bedtime a good-while.
Monday, December 9, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 209 (B)
KNOWALLS-CAN-KNOW-LESS-
THAN-TRUE-THINKERS
There's the psychic?
There's the psycho.
There's the manic.
There's the shamanic?
The real and mythical hero.
There's Freud, Jung.
Much we don't know.
ARTISTIC-EGOS-TOO-GREAT-TO-
RETURN-TO-SO-CALLED-EQUALITY?
The bolshy bully boys
and girls of the ballet,
their egos so big
as to go and rally
against one of their own,
and so very vindictively,
where once equality
had the throne overthrown?
THAN-TRUE-THINKERS
There's the psychic?
There's the psycho.
There's the manic.
There's the shamanic?
The real and mythical hero.
There's Freud, Jung.
Much we don't know.
ARTISTIC-EGOS-TOO-GREAT-TO-
RETURN-TO-SO-CALLED-EQUALITY?
The bolshy bully boys
and girls of the ballet,
their egos so big
as to go and rally
against one of their own,
and so very vindictively,
where once equality
had the throne overthrown?
for PATTAYA TRADER 209 (A)
ALWAYS-ON-CALL-NOW-THE-GIRL-
WHO-SURE-SWIMS-ALONG-WITH-SHARKS
And so she swims
with the many sharks;
the pimps, the pushers.
Had a poster of Howard Marks.
"They were nice to me
at first," she says,
"but now I'm the one
who pays and pays.
Behind the smiles
lie the sharp teeth
that sink well in,
drag you beneath.
There's no getting out
when you're down deep.
I am up all night.
Find I just can't sleep."
LET-US-FALCON-LADY-
SKYFLY-DO
Peregrine girl,
lady falcon,
claw my back
with your talons.
With your talons
my back claw.
Let's both, lady,
upwards soar.
A-MERRY-MERMAID-AND-ME-NO
I hear there is poetry along the shore
yet I found dog turds, condoms and more.
I'd have got legless at The Ship Inn
with a mermaid and bottle of gin.
But no mermaid was beached there.
Poetry just wasn't in the cool-sea-air !
A-BENT-POLICEMAN'S-PIGGING-OUT-PARTY
Here in the Pig-'n'-Whistle
they hold the bent bobbies barbacue.
No one likes a bent copper,
but here there are twenty-two.
Two and twenty, ah two and twenty,
the boys and girls all in blue.
The landlord's a bent ex-copper also.
It is purloined-pork that's on the menu !
THE-DICTATOR'S-DEATHLY-CONTRACT
Forced marriage to a dictator-State
is like forced marriage to a woman or man.
Slave to one who commands the estate.
No divorce, or severage by a rescuing-hand.
THE AVATAR-VERSE
One may rise
to be a star,
but what is that
to an avatar?
To be a star
one may climb,
but it is within
an avatar shines.
WHO-SURE-SWIMS-ALONG-WITH-SHARKS
And so she swims
with the many sharks;
the pimps, the pushers.
Had a poster of Howard Marks.
"They were nice to me
at first," she says,
"but now I'm the one
who pays and pays.
Behind the smiles
lie the sharp teeth
that sink well in,
drag you beneath.
There's no getting out
when you're down deep.
I am up all night.
Find I just can't sleep."
LET-US-FALCON-LADY-
SKYFLY-DO
Peregrine girl,
lady falcon,
claw my back
with your talons.
With your talons
my back claw.
Let's both, lady,
upwards soar.
A-MERRY-MERMAID-AND-ME-NO
I hear there is poetry along the shore
yet I found dog turds, condoms and more.
I'd have got legless at The Ship Inn
with a mermaid and bottle of gin.
But no mermaid was beached there.
Poetry just wasn't in the cool-sea-air !
A-BENT-POLICEMAN'S-PIGGING-OUT-PARTY
Here in the Pig-'n'-Whistle
they hold the bent bobbies barbacue.
No one likes a bent copper,
but here there are twenty-two.
Two and twenty, ah two and twenty,
the boys and girls all in blue.
The landlord's a bent ex-copper also.
It is purloined-pork that's on the menu !
THE-DICTATOR'S-DEATHLY-CONTRACT
Forced marriage to a dictator-State
is like forced marriage to a woman or man.
Slave to one who commands the estate.
No divorce, or severage by a rescuing-hand.
THE AVATAR-VERSE
One may rise
to be a star,
but what is that
to an avatar?
To be a star
one may climb,
but it is within
an avatar shines.
Friday, December 6, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 208 (G)
SLEEPS-DEEPLY-MANDELLA-
IN-A-SHARED-RAINBOW-NATION?
Mandela is dead.
Let the skies weep
and a rainbow rise.
Colour too his deepest-sleep.
IT'S-THE-DEATHYRAP-
VENUS-PLANT-LADY
Venus Flytrap is the goddess's name,
catching flies the very pretty girl's game.
Say "Men are pollen-seeking honeybees
around a flower," if you so please,
I shall call them flies, flies, flies.
He who gets to know her inside, dies.
A-DOMINEERING-DAME'S-
VERANDA-SERVICE-VIEW-VERSE
She was a masterly mistress,
you'd not find her in a dress.
She cut very-short her hair.
With the maid had an affair.
Her husband wore her underwear.
The butler's ass he would caress.
They had a foursome on the veranda !
IN-A-SHARED-RAINBOW-NATION?
Mandela is dead.
Let the skies weep
and a rainbow rise.
Colour too his deepest-sleep.
IT'S-THE-DEATHYRAP-
VENUS-PLANT-LADY
Venus Flytrap is the goddess's name,
catching flies the very pretty girl's game.
Say "Men are pollen-seeking honeybees
around a flower," if you so please,
I shall call them flies, flies, flies.
He who gets to know her inside, dies.
A-DOMINEERING-DAME'S-
VERANDA-SERVICE-VIEW-VERSE
She was a masterly mistress,
you'd not find her in a dress.
She cut very-short her hair.
With the maid had an affair.
Her husband wore her underwear.
The butler's ass he would caress.
They had a foursome on the veranda !
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 208 (F)
RECORD CONTRACT
In the backs of vans,
on aeroplanes, in coaches.
Autographs for gathered fans,
empty beer-bottles, roaches.
Very strange foreign lands,
holtel rooms, sandwhiches.
These guys make up the band.
Theirs, drugs and groupies
and contractual demands.
In the backs of vans,
on aeroplanes, in coaches.
Autographs for gathered fans,
empty beer-bottles, roaches.
Very strange foreign lands,
holtel rooms, sandwhiches.
These guys make up the band.
Theirs, drugs and groupies
and contractual demands.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 208 (E)
POLITICAL-PASTA?
Niccolo Machiavelli,
as Italian as is spaghetti,
he wrote The Prince treatise,
giving rulers unethical advice.
Damn took it seems the many !
Niccolo Machiavelli,
as Italian as is spaghetti,
he wrote The Prince treatise,
giving rulers unethical advice.
Damn took it seems the many !
Monday, December 2, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 208 (D)
NO-BIRDS-OF-THE-SAME-FEATHER-
WERE-THEY
The girl was ever-so magical,
with the sharp-eye of a merlin-hawk.
Her friend was plump as a pelican,
beaky and sure could talk.
It was the silent magic
and the observing eye
for which this verse-man fell,
though no bird of the sky.
THE-NARCOTIC-NIGHT-OWL-
HE-OH-YES
Wide-eyed and with a scowl,
he's up and out and on the prowl.
But to a pusher he's the prey.
A nighttime lady looks his way.
She sees that he's a snowy-owl.
UNREAL-REELS
Hollywood rewrites history
and a Mr Walt Disney
rewrote, with sentimentality,
animal-tales and fairystories.
There is something in new-telling
makes for a cinema-ticket selling.
FIND-WALLED-INSIDE-
WAS-SAD-FELLOW-SADE
Behind the bricks,
behind the steel,
behind the bars
of the Bastille,
the sick cold-mind
of he, De Sade.
And Blake says down
with ALL barricades?
THE-UNDERDOG-LOWER-
WILL-GO-IN-THE-WILD?
There's a dog named Anarchy,
and bit his master's hand he.
Yes he bit his master's hand,
then away the-very-doggy ran.
He is now wild and free.
He is poodle to no man.
Yet find he sinks into savagery.
DICK-TINKERS-WITH-WORDS-
TO-HIS-NEW-TUNE
The tide is in and Tinker Dick
sits with his guitar and pic.
He starts to strum, starts to sing,
"Mermaids rise from your ocean-bed
while the seagulls above my head
round go wheel, round go wing.
May the fine sound of your applause
crash like the sea on the shore."
WERE-THEY
The girl was ever-so magical,
with the sharp-eye of a merlin-hawk.
Her friend was plump as a pelican,
beaky and sure could talk.
It was the silent magic
and the observing eye
for which this verse-man fell,
though no bird of the sky.
THE-NARCOTIC-NIGHT-OWL-
HE-OH-YES
Wide-eyed and with a scowl,
he's up and out and on the prowl.
But to a pusher he's the prey.
A nighttime lady looks his way.
She sees that he's a snowy-owl.
UNREAL-REELS
Hollywood rewrites history
and a Mr Walt Disney
rewrote, with sentimentality,
animal-tales and fairystories.
There is something in new-telling
makes for a cinema-ticket selling.
FIND-WALLED-INSIDE-
WAS-SAD-FELLOW-SADE
Behind the bricks,
behind the steel,
behind the bars
of the Bastille,
the sick cold-mind
of he, De Sade.
And Blake says down
with ALL barricades?
THE-UNDERDOG-LOWER-
WILL-GO-IN-THE-WILD?
There's a dog named Anarchy,
and bit his master's hand he.
Yes he bit his master's hand,
then away the-very-doggy ran.
He is now wild and free.
He is poodle to no man.
Yet find he sinks into savagery.
DICK-TINKERS-WITH-WORDS-
TO-HIS-NEW-TUNE
The tide is in and Tinker Dick
sits with his guitar and pic.
He starts to strum, starts to sing,
"Mermaids rise from your ocean-bed
while the seagulls above my head
round go wheel, round go wing.
May the fine sound of your applause
crash like the sea on the shore."
for PATTAYA TRADER 208 (C)
THE SAD-DUOS-AND-LONELY-SOLOS
And so it is she mingles
in beer bars that are for singles,
hoping to find a date.
Hopes to find a partner
and be part of a pair,
hopes to find the right mate.
For many in the throng
the choice is often wrong.
TRILLING TRILBY
The guy was her Svengali
and she was his Trilby.
He said "A great singer
girl you'll sure be."
Then it was her voice fell flat.
Magic may go at the drop-of-a-hat.
A-COASTLINE'S-CARESSES-
GETS-A-CRIPPLED-GIRL
The girl with the balloon
and the 'Kiss-Me-Quick' hat
on the lower promenade
by the sea is sat.
The seabreeze is caressing
what's seen of gold hair
where she sits down
in her wheelchair.
And the breeze is caressing
the long twisted limb
that holds the balloon
on the end of a string.
THE-NEAR-HIT-WOMAN
I stand at the bar,
nothing to be said,
but many a thought
rattling in my head.
"You remind me of
a hit man," she said,
who bought a drink,
"or a Judge Dredd.
So tall and dark
and mysterious.
Seemingly aloft
to the rest of us."
No assassin
am I, I said.
And nor am I
a Judge Dredd.
You'd sure have hit
the nail on the head
if "lofty thoughts"
you just had said.
CHINA-GIRL'S-BLUE-AGAIN
Chin up, China.
Don't look so sad.
You tell me of men
and women you've had.
And I tell you
that I am straight,
though to your suggestion
I can relate !
Chin up, girl.
You feel alone,
but I'll come for you
when you telephone.
Yes I'll come for you
when you are down,
and when you're up
we'll go China-Town.
Chin up, China.
Though you're half-Thai
it is China-Town
that gets you high.
Poppa was a cop.
Poppa was Chinese.
A bullet brought poppa
down to his knees.
Chin up, girl.
It was long ago.
He died soon after,
yes I know.
Leave alone the drugs
and the drink too.
Just pick up the phone,
I'll come for you.
And so it is she mingles
in beer bars that are for singles,
hoping to find a date.
Hopes to find a partner
and be part of a pair,
hopes to find the right mate.
For many in the throng
the choice is often wrong.
TRILLING TRILBY
The guy was her Svengali
and she was his Trilby.
He said "A great singer
girl you'll sure be."
Then it was her voice fell flat.
Magic may go at the drop-of-a-hat.
A-COASTLINE'S-CARESSES-
GETS-A-CRIPPLED-GIRL
The girl with the balloon
and the 'Kiss-Me-Quick' hat
on the lower promenade
by the sea is sat.
The seabreeze is caressing
what's seen of gold hair
where she sits down
in her wheelchair.
And the breeze is caressing
the long twisted limb
that holds the balloon
on the end of a string.
THE-NEAR-HIT-WOMAN
I stand at the bar,
nothing to be said,
but many a thought
rattling in my head.
"You remind me of
a hit man," she said,
who bought a drink,
"or a Judge Dredd.
So tall and dark
and mysterious.
Seemingly aloft
to the rest of us."
No assassin
am I, I said.
And nor am I
a Judge Dredd.
You'd sure have hit
the nail on the head
if "lofty thoughts"
you just had said.
CHINA-GIRL'S-BLUE-AGAIN
Chin up, China.
Don't look so sad.
You tell me of men
and women you've had.
And I tell you
that I am straight,
though to your suggestion
I can relate !
Chin up, girl.
You feel alone,
but I'll come for you
when you telephone.
Yes I'll come for you
when you are down,
and when you're up
we'll go China-Town.
Chin up, China.
Though you're half-Thai
it is China-Town
that gets you high.
Poppa was a cop.
Poppa was Chinese.
A bullet brought poppa
down to his knees.
Chin up, girl.
It was long ago.
He died soon after,
yes I know.
Leave alone the drugs
and the drink too.
Just pick up the phone,
I'll come for you.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 208 (B)
DRUGGY-GONZO'S-
DEAD-AND-GONE
Hunter S. Thompson
took his own life
with a gun in mouth.
Sure not his bowie knife.
On no bowie knife
did the guy fall.
He'd asked to be fired
like a cannon ball.
They fired his remains
in ten shells cast,
ending as he'd lived,
with a very-big blast !
A-DAWN-COCK'S-CROW-
WAKES-DREAMY-WET-WOOSTER
To Jeeves said dozy Wooster
"I was up with a rooster.
Oh my, the cock did crow !"
Jeeves said "Yes I heard.
A cock's an early-rising bird.
Stands-proud-and-upright, we know !"
DEAD-AND-GONE
Hunter S. Thompson
took his own life
with a gun in mouth.
Sure not his bowie knife.
On no bowie knife
did the guy fall.
He'd asked to be fired
like a cannon ball.
They fired his remains
in ten shells cast,
ending as he'd lived,
with a very-big blast !
A-DAWN-COCK'S-CROW-
WAKES-DREAMY-WET-WOOSTER
To Jeeves said dozy Wooster
"I was up with a rooster.
Oh my, the cock did crow !"
Jeeves said "Yes I heard.
A cock's an early-rising bird.
Stands-proud-and-upright, we know !"
Monday, November 25, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 208 (A)
BEFUDDLED-FIELDS
WC Fields,
ah yes WC,
in the water-closet
took a pee.
From children
and dogs
said "Stay away,"
but grog
could not keep
far from he,
was always pissing,
my little Chickadee !
THE-ARTIST-AND-THE-POET
Kate went to live in Newcastle
where had been filmed Get Carter.
I went to live in York City
where'd be filmed some of Harry Potter.
Grim reality or a fairystory
our own dreams we had to pursue.
Cities are often made of both.
Oh katy, have you found that too?
THE-BARKER-WITH-
EQUALLY-CRUEL-BITE
Captain Hornblower
when you blow your horn,
whipping yourself up
into a storm.
Captain Hornblower,
oh yes you are;
taking petty things
way too far.
Girl you've a bite
to match your bark.
I hear folk say
"She's a doggone shark !"
ON-THE-GHOSTLY-WIND-
THERE-GOES-A-RESTLESS-RIDER
Hold your horses ! Quick on the draw,
the guy had a gun with fast rapport.
His ghost now rides upon the plane.
Shane come back. Come back Shane !
Yes he is a ghost with a fast gun.
Settled a score for farmers and their sons.
Will he ever ride that way again?
Shane come back. Come back Shane !
A daring drifter, now on a lonesome ride,
and a pistol close up by his hide.
A voice on the wind called out his name.
Shane come back. Come back Shane !
WC Fields,
ah yes WC,
in the water-closet
took a pee.
From children
and dogs
said "Stay away,"
but grog
could not keep
far from he,
was always pissing,
my little Chickadee !
THE-ARTIST-AND-THE-POET
Kate went to live in Newcastle
where had been filmed Get Carter.
I went to live in York City
where'd be filmed some of Harry Potter.
Grim reality or a fairystory
our own dreams we had to pursue.
Cities are often made of both.
Oh katy, have you found that too?
THE-BARKER-WITH-
EQUALLY-CRUEL-BITE
Captain Hornblower
when you blow your horn,
whipping yourself up
into a storm.
Captain Hornblower,
oh yes you are;
taking petty things
way too far.
Girl you've a bite
to match your bark.
I hear folk say
"She's a doggone shark !"
ON-THE-GHOSTLY-WIND-
THERE-GOES-A-RESTLESS-RIDER
Hold your horses ! Quick on the draw,
the guy had a gun with fast rapport.
His ghost now rides upon the plane.
Shane come back. Come back Shane !
Yes he is a ghost with a fast gun.
Settled a score for farmers and their sons.
Will he ever ride that way again?
Shane come back. Come back Shane !
A daring drifter, now on a lonesome ride,
and a pistol close up by his hide.
A voice on the wind called out his name.
Shane come back. Come back Shane !
Friday, November 22, 2013
For PATTAYA TRADER 2007 (G)
THE-MISS-QUEENSLEY-AMIS-I-CALLED-
SNOBBY-HE
Kingsley Amis
as to the Queen's English,
it's a snob was he.
Kingsley Amis,
A-miss? A-miss ? A-miss ?
I renamed him Queensley !
THE-SPORTING-PIGGY-TYPE-
ONE-UPMANSHIP-HERE-IN-ENGLAND?
Pig-sticking
is a sport.
A squealing delight
for the sort
atop the game?
Atop the gammon
with their manship
up one?!
SNOBBY-HE
Kingsley Amis
as to the Queen's English,
it's a snob was he.
Kingsley Amis,
A-miss? A-miss ? A-miss ?
I renamed him Queensley !
THE-SPORTING-PIGGY-TYPE-
ONE-UPMANSHIP-HERE-IN-ENGLAND?
Pig-sticking
is a sport.
A squealing delight
for the sort
atop the game?
Atop the gammon
with their manship
up one?!
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 207 (F)
LINGERIE-WAS-A-BOLD-
SEA-GUY'S-LINE-NO?
The bold scallywag,
sea-booted, pirate-flag.
The bold scallywag
looted, carried swag.
The bold scallywag
was a captain in drag.
He was a seaman for real.
Did he from clothes-lines steal?!
SEA-GUY'S-LINE-NO?
The bold scallywag,
sea-booted, pirate-flag.
The bold scallywag
looted, carried swag.
The bold scallywag
was a captain in drag.
He was a seaman for real.
Did he from clothes-lines steal?!
Monday, November 18, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 207 (E)
PEOPLE'S-NEW-OPIUM-WAS-
DREAMY-UTOPIA
Centred-path,
middle-way,
moderation
balanced your day.
Natural law
of opposites
you venerated
as if holy writ.
What led you to
perverted extremes
was he who sold
utopian dreams.
TWIN-BLADE-NICK?
Sweeney-Todd
(Flying-Squad)
Cutthroat barber's
name for the mob
of a London's law.
Denis Waterman
and John Thaw.
Caught by them
"You're nicked"?
DREAMY-UTOPIA
Centred-path,
middle-way,
moderation
balanced your day.
Natural law
of opposites
you venerated
as if holy writ.
What led you to
perverted extremes
was he who sold
utopian dreams.
TWIN-BLADE-NICK?
Sweeney-Todd
(Flying-Squad)
Cutthroat barber's
name for the mob
of a London's law.
Denis Waterman
and John Thaw.
Caught by them
"You're nicked"?
Saturday, November 16, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 207 (D)
THRICE-THUS-THE-WORLDLY-
THUNDERINGS?
There are the Furies,
and the Fates, three.
World War I, World War II,
is there a further to be?
Will lead their warriors
a vanguard of Valkyries?
Lead foes into war angels
as though cruel harpies?
THUNDERINGS?
There are the Furies,
and the Fates, three.
World War I, World War II,
is there a further to be?
Will lead their warriors
a vanguard of Valkyries?
Lead foes into war angels
as though cruel harpies?
for PATTAYA TRADER 207 (C)
A-KARAOKE-KING'S-BUSY-EGO-
BREAKS-BOUNDS?
With a frog in his throat
the guy begins to croak
as onto the floor he bounds.
He think he is Tom Jones
and wiggles his old-bones.
Music from the machine sounds.
Ha, what a joke is he,
the king of the karaoke,
who thinks himself the biz.
And if he is the king
I'll shake my ass and go swing
out the door. Gee whizz !
A-MISTLE-SONGBIRD-
GOES-MISSING-AT-XMAS
The mistle-thrush is a migratory-bird,
does not chorus our Christmas at all.
But whenever did fake or fable
get in the way of having a ball ? !
IT'S-A-BITCH-DOG-SHE
She is a dog-lover.
Every month she will switch
one dog for another.
She is a dog-lover, the bitch !
WISHER-OR-WANDERER?
I moved on by bus, by train,
and then by aviation.
I moved on again and again
to this or that destination.
I moved as though on a mission.
Pursued my star. Yours you wish on.
BREAKS-BOUNDS?
With a frog in his throat
the guy begins to croak
as onto the floor he bounds.
He think he is Tom Jones
and wiggles his old-bones.
Music from the machine sounds.
Ha, what a joke is he,
the king of the karaoke,
who thinks himself the biz.
And if he is the king
I'll shake my ass and go swing
out the door. Gee whizz !
A-MISTLE-SONGBIRD-
GOES-MISSING-AT-XMAS
The mistle-thrush is a migratory-bird,
does not chorus our Christmas at all.
But whenever did fake or fable
get in the way of having a ball ? !
IT'S-A-BITCH-DOG-SHE
She is a dog-lover.
Every month she will switch
one dog for another.
She is a dog-lover, the bitch !
WISHER-OR-WANDERER?
I moved on by bus, by train,
and then by aviation.
I moved on again and again
to this or that destination.
I moved as though on a mission.
Pursued my star. Yours you wish on.
Friday, November 15, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 207 (B)
SURE-PUTS-ON-BRAVE-SHOW-DOES-
A-LUNAR-LIT-LEAVED-TREE
The moon is on the leaves
through my window pane,
gives them a wetlike sheen
though ended long the rain,
and by a cold wind dried
the leaves there outside.
The moon is on the leaves,
it casts a lovely glow.
Not quite a Christmas tree,
the tree stands on shiny-show.
Autumnal tree. Tree all the same,
shedding leaves with a wintry-pain?
PINCERED-BY-A-POLICEMAN
They've caught the stalk-eyed stalker,
he the sideways crab-crawling cancer.
He edged his way into a hedge. No escaper.
The tide, on him, became a turner.
Yes time now for a prison cell
that we shall call his crab-shell?
THE-DICK-HEAD-CALLERS
Poor Richard Head,
why'd he stay in bed?
Friends called him Dick,
enemies took the mick.
But girls got to grips with the name,
find their talking point he became.
No he's sure not alone in bed !
A-LUNAR-LIT-LEAVED-TREE
The moon is on the leaves
through my window pane,
gives them a wetlike sheen
though ended long the rain,
and by a cold wind dried
the leaves there outside.
The moon is on the leaves,
it casts a lovely glow.
Not quite a Christmas tree,
the tree stands on shiny-show.
Autumnal tree. Tree all the same,
shedding leaves with a wintry-pain?
PINCERED-BY-A-POLICEMAN
They've caught the stalk-eyed stalker,
he the sideways crab-crawling cancer.
He edged his way into a hedge. No escaper.
The tide, on him, became a turner.
Yes time now for a prison cell
that we shall call his crab-shell?
THE-DICK-HEAD-CALLERS
Poor Richard Head,
why'd he stay in bed?
Friends called him Dick,
enemies took the mick.
But girls got to grips with the name,
find their talking point he became.
No he's sure not alone in bed !
for PATTAYA TRADER 207 (A)
DAMN-NODDY-I-AM-NOT
You've got big ears,
you've overheard
that man and girl,
their every word.
You've got a big nose
you just stick in
where it's not wanted.
You're not listening,
you are asking
for a fruit-jelly.
I'll not sit here
and be your Noddy.
You have eaten
two already.
You've got big eyes
to match your belly.
Now look here,
not over there,
you're a Big Ears,
yes I do swear,
but you don't hear
a word I say.
I leave you lover
to this damn cafe.
You've got big ears,
you've overheard
that man and girl,
their every word.
You've got a big nose
you just stick in
where it's not wanted.
You're not listening,
you are asking
for a fruit-jelly.
I'll not sit here
and be your Noddy.
You have eaten
two already.
You've got big eyes
to match your belly.
Now look here,
not over there,
you're a Big Ears,
yes I do swear,
but you don't hear
a word I say.
I leave you lover
to this damn cafe.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 206 (E)
ON-A-MENU-IN-SIAM-
WAS-MISS-MEOW
Was the catfish an aphrodisiac?
Find the Thai-lady scratched my back,
and I scratched her back in my bed too.
She was my dessert, and I was hers.
A catfish you will not hear purr.
But she purred like a pussycat,
and the girl's fingernails left tracks
like cat-claws. look for the Menu !
A-TORNADO-ENDING-FOR-
TWO-FIND
When Hurri Cane
met Ty Phoon,
came a whirlwind romance,
then a honeymoon.
Their stormy marriage
would not last,
and was to finish
in a big blast.
CLOSER-TO-DISTANCE-SHE'LL-
SURELY-BECOME
Marleybone, not far from the music-studios,
where from the bottom to the very-top she rose.
From a high window she now gets to view
the crowds below, as any of us might well do,
though with fame distance grows and grows.
WAS-MISS-MEOW
Was the catfish an aphrodisiac?
Find the Thai-lady scratched my back,
and I scratched her back in my bed too.
She was my dessert, and I was hers.
A catfish you will not hear purr.
But she purred like a pussycat,
and the girl's fingernails left tracks
like cat-claws. look for the Menu !
A-TORNADO-ENDING-FOR-
TWO-FIND
When Hurri Cane
met Ty Phoon,
came a whirlwind romance,
then a honeymoon.
Their stormy marriage
would not last,
and was to finish
in a big blast.
CLOSER-TO-DISTANCE-SHE'LL-
SURELY-BECOME
Marleybone, not far from the music-studios,
where from the bottom to the very-top she rose.
From a high window she now gets to view
the crowds below, as any of us might well do,
though with fame distance grows and grows.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 206 (D)
A-VEDIC-TEMPLE-POND-
CREATURE-VALUE
In the pond, by the temple,
both the catfish and the turtle
swim with their eyes a-goggle.
The turtles snap, the catfish leap,
as though awoken from a sleep
down at the bottom of the deep.
Not with a noise, but by the sight
of breadcrumbs cast, brown and white,
do they rise to take a full bite.
Even the seagulls make haste.
Mouths and bills come to taste.
Not one crumb goes to waste.
Animals know a crumb's value,
and sometimes we humans too.
CREATURE-VALUE
In the pond, by the temple,
both the catfish and the turtle
swim with their eyes a-goggle.
The turtles snap, the catfish leap,
as though awoken from a sleep
down at the bottom of the deep.
Not with a noise, but by the sight
of breadcrumbs cast, brown and white,
do they rise to take a full bite.
Even the seagulls make haste.
Mouths and bills come to taste.
Not one crumb goes to waste.
Animals know a crumb's value,
and sometimes we humans too.
Monday, November 11, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 206 (C)
IT'S-A-BOBTAIL-STEW-SHALL-BE-
MADE-OUT-OF-EVERY-INCH-OF-YOU !
As a snake, she's a coiler
escaped from a London zoo !
As a bunny, she's a boiler,
but'll boil to death your bunny too !
Be careful, don't scorn her,
finish with her, she'll finish-off you !
VITALITY-FROM-THE-VICTIMS-OF-
CIRCUMSTANCE-RELY-ON-THE-
SCAVENGERS-JUST-FIND
Ravenous as ravens
on the carrion,
or buzzards or vultures,
the devouring strong
batten upon the weak
as though they be dead.
The strong of whom I speak -
who hover overhead -
so strong there's the need
on their fellows to feed?
KARMA-CAN-CUT
You say you're in two minds -
had you two heads it's the same -
I've already decided, girl,
you play a monstrous game.
You might play with minds
but do not play with hearts,
karma may wield the sword
that cuts yours in two parts.
CUSTARD-AND-CRIMINALITY
Baldilocks was doing stir.
Yes inside prison was he.
Three more bareheads came along
who were recaptured escapees.
"Who's been doing our porridge?!"
They all laughed "Tee-hee-hee !"
"You've all wild oats for heads,"
came the reply from he
at whom they laughed, "More stir
now you're back in 'custardy' !"
MADE-OUT-OF-EVERY-INCH-OF-YOU !
As a snake, she's a coiler
escaped from a London zoo !
As a bunny, she's a boiler,
but'll boil to death your bunny too !
Be careful, don't scorn her,
finish with her, she'll finish-off you !
VITALITY-FROM-THE-VICTIMS-OF-
CIRCUMSTANCE-RELY-ON-THE-
SCAVENGERS-JUST-FIND
Ravenous as ravens
on the carrion,
or buzzards or vultures,
the devouring strong
batten upon the weak
as though they be dead.
The strong of whom I speak -
who hover overhead -
so strong there's the need
on their fellows to feed?
KARMA-CAN-CUT
You say you're in two minds -
had you two heads it's the same -
I've already decided, girl,
you play a monstrous game.
You might play with minds
but do not play with hearts,
karma may wield the sword
that cuts yours in two parts.
CUSTARD-AND-CRIMINALITY
Baldilocks was doing stir.
Yes inside prison was he.
Three more bareheads came along
who were recaptured escapees.
"Who's been doing our porridge?!"
They all laughed "Tee-hee-hee !"
"You've all wild oats for heads,"
came the reply from he
at whom they laughed, "More stir
now you're back in 'custardy' !"
for PATTAYA TRADER 206 (B)
ARTIFICIAL-FLOWERS-WERE-WE
With wood-made swords,
dustbin-lids for shields,
we'd go into battle
on the playing fields.
It was a bamboo pole
and an old piece of rag
which were put together
sufficed as a flag.
But we were kids only,
though just as brave
as poppies to mark
a dead soldier's grave.
WIDE-OPEN-SPACE
I liken myself to an astronaut
in my flight of fantasy.
Setting off from an earthly-port
to sail through space's wide sea.
Going to a world less crowded;
to a greener planet rocketed.
NANNY-THE-GOATHLANDER
Goathland Nanny could fly through the air
on the back of a goat, turn into a werehare
and as fast as the silvery-bullet run -
the silvery-bullet blessed and fired from the gun -
of he who would the witch-hare hunt-down.
She indirectly turned him into a kind of bloodhound !
IT'S-LIKE-THE-DAMN-CARNIVAL-
HOT-AND-BUSY-CARNABY-STREET !
Now off you go girl,
to where the top-shops sell
the latest clothes
and the fashionable.
Yes off you go girl,
my beauty, my belle,
buy the very things
I know adorn you well.
Go get the pretty things
I know adorn you well.
Peopled the pavements
as though a carnival.
I follow no fashions,
but later we can meet.
Royally-dressed, join me
over on Regent Street.
With wood-made swords,
dustbin-lids for shields,
we'd go into battle
on the playing fields.
It was a bamboo pole
and an old piece of rag
which were put together
sufficed as a flag.
But we were kids only,
though just as brave
as poppies to mark
a dead soldier's grave.
WIDE-OPEN-SPACE
I liken myself to an astronaut
in my flight of fantasy.
Setting off from an earthly-port
to sail through space's wide sea.
Going to a world less crowded;
to a greener planet rocketed.
NANNY-THE-GOATHLANDER
Goathland Nanny could fly through the air
on the back of a goat, turn into a werehare
and as fast as the silvery-bullet run -
the silvery-bullet blessed and fired from the gun -
of he who would the witch-hare hunt-down.
She indirectly turned him into a kind of bloodhound !
IT'S-LIKE-THE-DAMN-CARNIVAL-
HOT-AND-BUSY-CARNABY-STREET !
Now off you go girl,
to where the top-shops sell
the latest clothes
and the fashionable.
Yes off you go girl,
my beauty, my belle,
buy the very things
I know adorn you well.
Go get the pretty things
I know adorn you well.
Peopled the pavements
as though a carnival.
I follow no fashions,
but later we can meet.
Royally-dressed, join me
over on Regent Street.
Saturday, November 9, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 206 (A)
A-COURT-KING'S-CHRISTMASTIME-HERO-
THERE-WAS-MOCKED?
A Green Knight, as green as holly,
rode into King Arthur's Court, bold as a berry.
Prickly was the Green Knight's boast
to Arthur's guests, and to their very-host
whom to his challenge, would've give way
to the Knight sent by Morgan le Fay,
or Morgan the Fairy, as we English say,
who held the Knight under her sway.
But Gawain, or Gavin, Arthur's nephew,
a fine man of honour and integrity too,
took up the challenge, ah yes Gawain
took up the Knight's beheading Game.
The Knight's head fell like a berry,
yet still he rode-off, and merry !
Head back on his shoulders he went,
the Knight whom Morgan le Fay had sent.
REVOLUTION-AND-RESTORATION-VERSE
Cromwell, a winner
in a Civil War,
helped lose a kingly head
the country would restore.
It is everything changes.
It is changes everything.
People change their minds
as a crown the head of a king.
THE-BRUTAL-KINGS'-HEAD-
CROWNINGS
All would live like kings
if only they could choose.
But you've sure to fight and win
your way. As to many who lose,
it is fight those at the top.
Envy or anger brings on down
the few appearing privileged.
Just the bruise on head a crown !
THERE-WAS-MOCKED?
A Green Knight, as green as holly,
rode into King Arthur's Court, bold as a berry.
Prickly was the Green Knight's boast
to Arthur's guests, and to their very-host
whom to his challenge, would've give way
to the Knight sent by Morgan le Fay,
or Morgan the Fairy, as we English say,
who held the Knight under her sway.
But Gawain, or Gavin, Arthur's nephew,
a fine man of honour and integrity too,
took up the challenge, ah yes Gawain
took up the Knight's beheading Game.
The Knight's head fell like a berry,
yet still he rode-off, and merry !
Head back on his shoulders he went,
the Knight whom Morgan le Fay had sent.
REVOLUTION-AND-RESTORATION-VERSE
Cromwell, a winner
in a Civil War,
helped lose a kingly head
the country would restore.
It is everything changes.
It is changes everything.
People change their minds
as a crown the head of a king.
THE-BRUTAL-KINGS'-HEAD-
CROWNINGS
All would live like kings
if only they could choose.
But you've sure to fight and win
your way. As to many who lose,
it is fight those at the top.
Envy or anger brings on down
the few appearing privileged.
Just the bruise on head a crown !
for PATTAYA TRADER 205 (E)
THE-CATTY-HAG-NAG-BECAME-SHE-
AND-INTO-THE-DAMN-WITCH-TURNED-ME !
Now it is the witching hour,
the time of the pointy-hats.
Up and around the bell-tower
hoots an owl and flit the bats.
Riding across the night-sky
are witches with their cats
who purr and screech and eye
the earth below for mice and rats.
I had a woman my familiar became,
turned me into a witch. Always I to blame !
IT'S-JUST-A-COLLECTIVE-SACRIFICIAL-
VIRGIN-VERSE-SURE-FIND
Is it innocence sacrificed?
Or find a very young naivety?
When we grow into adult life
one morn to wake-up and see
in each other's backs the knife?
FOR-THE-CUTE-MADAMS-WILL-
THUS-FALL-DRUNK-FALSTAFF
Falstaff, dozy Falstaff,
false fellow, but a laugh,
the ladies lusfully aft'.
Pour him a further draught.
Not that he needs heady-drink
to roll around with women, I think.
MAKING-ENDS-MEET?
There is small town Saltburn
at the 'end' of the railway line.
It has a pier without an 'end'
and there I 'ended' my time
as a Saltburn small-towner
and off for York City I set.
It was there that I 'ended'-up,
then Bangkok, Pattaya (not Phuket),
over the vast seas in old Siam.
Yes find these cities I befriended.
What a buzz for a busy Beevers !
These verse-lines are now 'ended'.
AND-INTO-THE-DAMN-WITCH-TURNED-ME !
Now it is the witching hour,
the time of the pointy-hats.
Up and around the bell-tower
hoots an owl and flit the bats.
Riding across the night-sky
are witches with their cats
who purr and screech and eye
the earth below for mice and rats.
I had a woman my familiar became,
turned me into a witch. Always I to blame !
IT'S-JUST-A-COLLECTIVE-SACRIFICIAL-
VIRGIN-VERSE-SURE-FIND
Is it innocence sacrificed?
Or find a very young naivety?
When we grow into adult life
one morn to wake-up and see
in each other's backs the knife?
FOR-THE-CUTE-MADAMS-WILL-
THUS-FALL-DRUNK-FALSTAFF
Falstaff, dozy Falstaff,
false fellow, but a laugh,
the ladies lusfully aft'.
Pour him a further draught.
Not that he needs heady-drink
to roll around with women, I think.
MAKING-ENDS-MEET?
There is small town Saltburn
at the 'end' of the railway line.
It has a pier without an 'end'
and there I 'ended' my time
as a Saltburn small-towner
and off for York City I set.
It was there that I 'ended'-up,
then Bangkok, Pattaya (not Phuket),
over the vast seas in old Siam.
Yes find these cities I befriended.
What a buzz for a busy Beevers !
These verse-lines are now 'ended'.
Friday, November 8, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 205 (D)
THE-COUPLING-JACK-AND-JILL-THEY
It was that Jill -
hand in hand with Jack -
sought a needle
in a haystack.
Found Jack's needle
did young Jill,
and sewn together
find them still.
A boy and girl
with each other lay
under the sun
and in the hay.
SEER-SEEKER-DARKNESS-DESCENDED
Darkfall, it's everywhere.
Seek a spark-of-light
within the depths of self.
Try find some insight.
SING-ALONG-TO-A-FAT-SONGSTER-
THE-SLIM-GATHERING-YOU'LL-FIND
The stage-magician, his conjurings.
The girl whose poodles jump through rings.
The clowns with their clownings.
Soon the fat lady gets to sing.
The dancing girls, ah such pretty things,
are second-to-last in the nightly-endings.
And now she comes out the wings,
the fat lady who gets to sing.
She'd like to have a big fat name
that a singer gets with big fat fame.
But all the show's acts are struggling.
The fat lady host still gets to sing.
THE-FLESHLY-FRESH-DELIGHTS-
OF-A-SEX-STARVED-CREATURE
The ogre at the orgy
set the handmaidens afright,
and the spear-bearers, too,
who guarded the site
where the Greek senators
had gathered to disrobe
and plunge into the delights
of the erotic abode.
Yes the ogre at the orgy
set the handmaidens afright
with his so huge hunger,
his enormous appetite.
Too long he'd dwelled
where flesh was a sin
and now, like a cannibal,
at the feast was tucking-in !
It was that Jill -
hand in hand with Jack -
sought a needle
in a haystack.
Found Jack's needle
did young Jill,
and sewn together
find them still.
A boy and girl
with each other lay
under the sun
and in the hay.
SEER-SEEKER-DARKNESS-DESCENDED
Darkfall, it's everywhere.
Seek a spark-of-light
within the depths of self.
Try find some insight.
SING-ALONG-TO-A-FAT-SONGSTER-
THE-SLIM-GATHERING-YOU'LL-FIND
The stage-magician, his conjurings.
The girl whose poodles jump through rings.
The clowns with their clownings.
Soon the fat lady gets to sing.
The dancing girls, ah such pretty things,
are second-to-last in the nightly-endings.
And now she comes out the wings,
the fat lady who gets to sing.
She'd like to have a big fat name
that a singer gets with big fat fame.
But all the show's acts are struggling.
The fat lady host still gets to sing.
THE-FLESHLY-FRESH-DELIGHTS-
OF-A-SEX-STARVED-CREATURE
The ogre at the orgy
set the handmaidens afright,
and the spear-bearers, too,
who guarded the site
where the Greek senators
had gathered to disrobe
and plunge into the delights
of the erotic abode.
Yes the ogre at the orgy
set the handmaidens afright
with his so huge hunger,
his enormous appetite.
Too long he'd dwelled
where flesh was a sin
and now, like a cannibal,
at the feast was tucking-in !
Thursday, November 7, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 205 (C)
YES-A-WHITE-WASHER-SURE-WAS-
CENSORIOUS-MARY-WHITEHOUSE
The puritanical and hypocritical
Mrs Whitehouse got to see
what she would have censored
as to showings on our own tv.
Such people worry about others
to hear them go on and on.
They're never the ones affected.
Censoring is sure damn fun !
CENSORIOUS-MARY-WHITEHOUSE
The puritanical and hypocritical
Mrs Whitehouse got to see
what she would have censored
as to showings on our own tv.
Such people worry about others
to hear them go on and on.
They're never the ones affected.
Censoring is sure damn fun !
for PATTAYA TRADER 205 (B)
A-CONMAN-WAS-A-SQUIRE
They just called him The Squire.
While he never carried cash,
he wore a gentleman's attire.
Had a Terry-Thomas moustache.
Find he was an old-timer,
like a grandfather clock.
Could take a woman, dine her
and be the tick to her tock !
Beds bounced, cheques too,
the guy was a real live-wire.
Caught him, the boys in blue,
still chasing what he so deired.
A PARK TREK
I often like to be alone.
Why'd I ever buy this mobile-phone?
When I go out walking
it's not for a-talking
nor awaiting my ring-tone.
I walk, the trees to view
and hear birds sing too.
But what is it I hark?
Cellphones in the park.
Beam me up, Scotty, damn do !
A FEMALE-FLYER'S-FIRST
Ee-by-gum, a Yorkshire lass
flew an aeroplane, bold as brass.
To be a famey
might have been her aimy
but sure it was she got a pass !
WRONGED-TWICE-WAS-
NOT-GHANDHI?
"Ghandhi was a good man,"
I have heard you speak.
I know he was a holyman
who turned the other cheek.
He turned the other cheek,
let bad men twice-strike.
I thought he said two wrongs
did not make a right?
OUT-A-MIST-RISES-THIS-
HERE-SWEET-MEMORY
Beyond the mountain,
behind the mist,
I grasped the beauty
of your hips,
brushed my lips
against your lips,
both to strip
as Time sure strips.
Moved the mountain,
just rose the mist,
a magical caress
at our very-fingertips.
Two kindred spirits,
a fire-kindling kiss.
Back now the mountain,
back now the mist.
They just called him The Squire.
While he never carried cash,
he wore a gentleman's attire.
Had a Terry-Thomas moustache.
Find he was an old-timer,
like a grandfather clock.
Could take a woman, dine her
and be the tick to her tock !
Beds bounced, cheques too,
the guy was a real live-wire.
Caught him, the boys in blue,
still chasing what he so deired.
A PARK TREK
I often like to be alone.
Why'd I ever buy this mobile-phone?
When I go out walking
it's not for a-talking
nor awaiting my ring-tone.
I walk, the trees to view
and hear birds sing too.
But what is it I hark?
Cellphones in the park.
Beam me up, Scotty, damn do !
A FEMALE-FLYER'S-FIRST
Ee-by-gum, a Yorkshire lass
flew an aeroplane, bold as brass.
To be a famey
might have been her aimy
but sure it was she got a pass !
WRONGED-TWICE-WAS-
NOT-GHANDHI?
"Ghandhi was a good man,"
I have heard you speak.
I know he was a holyman
who turned the other cheek.
He turned the other cheek,
let bad men twice-strike.
I thought he said two wrongs
did not make a right?
OUT-A-MIST-RISES-THIS-
HERE-SWEET-MEMORY
Beyond the mountain,
behind the mist,
I grasped the beauty
of your hips,
brushed my lips
against your lips,
both to strip
as Time sure strips.
Moved the mountain,
just rose the mist,
a magical caress
at our very-fingertips.
Two kindred spirits,
a fire-kindling kiss.
Back now the mountain,
back now the mist.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 205 (A)
SPARKLED-HER-EYES-AND-THEY-
SPOKE-A-LOT
Silent becomes a waterfall
to those who live closeby.
Maybe it's sparkle turns dull
to the always seeing eye.
But she whose hair cascaded,
her silence spoke out to me.
The memory sure has not faded
as to her eye-sparkling beauty.
IT'S-THE-GHOSTLY-GALLEON-MINE
Although my spirit
a sailor be,
is my body-ship
whipped
against the rocks of harsh-reality,
and tipped
my spirit with it.
YES-A-SNOWY-WHITE-SPRINGIME-
GATHER-DO-I
Like snowdrop-flowers,
with their pale-light
are the stars above
which dot the night.
But it is wintertime,
far away the spring
that's around the corner
surely lengthening
with a climate change
of daily-showers.
Might come snowdrops
that just aren't flowers.
SPOKE-A-LOT
Silent becomes a waterfall
to those who live closeby.
Maybe it's sparkle turns dull
to the always seeing eye.
But she whose hair cascaded,
her silence spoke out to me.
The memory sure has not faded
as to her eye-sparkling beauty.
IT'S-THE-GHOSTLY-GALLEON-MINE
Although my spirit
a sailor be,
is my body-ship
whipped
against the rocks of harsh-reality,
and tipped
my spirit with it.
YES-A-SNOWY-WHITE-SPRINGIME-
GATHER-DO-I
Like snowdrop-flowers,
with their pale-light
are the stars above
which dot the night.
But it is wintertime,
far away the spring
that's around the corner
surely lengthening
with a climate change
of daily-showers.
Might come snowdrops
that just aren't flowers.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 204 (G)
MADE-A-MEAL-OF-THE-LOVELY-LOOKING-
GIRL-SINGER-A-SWEETIE-TOOTHED-CROCODILE?
I recall a singer
whose name was Melanie.
She sang "I don't eat animals
and they sure don't eat me."
I have not seen her
in the longest while.
Perhaps she's been gobbled-up
by a hungry crocodile?
Melanie, ah Melanie,
she looked rather tasty !
GIRL-SINGER-A-SWEETIE-TOOTHED-CROCODILE?
I recall a singer
whose name was Melanie.
She sang "I don't eat animals
and they sure don't eat me."
I have not seen her
in the longest while.
Perhaps she's been gobbled-up
by a hungry crocodile?
Melanie, ah Melanie,
she looked rather tasty !
for PATTAYA TRADER 2004 (F)
A-BEDSPREADED-PAM?
Pam,
the jam
upon my bread?
Pam,
the spread
upon my bed?
No. Damn !
PARTY-TYPE-PAIRING
I have seen guys on a stag-night
over a doe-eyed-girl go fight.
I've seen girls on a hen-night
over a strutting-cock of a guy go fight.
Opposites though the sexes be,
in love and war there is equality !
A-REAL-CHOOSY-MAN-CHASER-SHE
She's a classy kind of criminal..
Old millionaires are her miminal.
Won't go for a guy who is less.
You'll find her at Ascot
wearing - as a mascot -
a rather racy sort of dress !
Yes she's a classy kind of criminal.
Old millionaires are her miminal.
And it is they she does impress.
She's not the daft-filly
who'll chase a man willy-nilly,
only the up-front finishing best !
THE-VERY-FREAKY-KIND-OF-FAMED-
FEMALE-FOLLOWER-IS-HE
No deerstalker hat on head,
but find him sniffing around.
Not shy is the Sherlock,
he's more a Baskerville hound.
Upon the tracks of celebs -
ah yes he has girls' scents -
he's sure not the first or the last
and isn't one to go relent.
A pursuer, not a talker,
he's a professional-stalker.
Pam,
the jam
upon my bread?
Pam,
the spread
upon my bed?
No. Damn !
PARTY-TYPE-PAIRING
I have seen guys on a stag-night
over a doe-eyed-girl go fight.
I've seen girls on a hen-night
over a strutting-cock of a guy go fight.
Opposites though the sexes be,
in love and war there is equality !
A-REAL-CHOOSY-MAN-CHASER-SHE
She's a classy kind of criminal..
Old millionaires are her miminal.
Won't go for a guy who is less.
You'll find her at Ascot
wearing - as a mascot -
a rather racy sort of dress !
Yes she's a classy kind of criminal.
Old millionaires are her miminal.
And it is they she does impress.
She's not the daft-filly
who'll chase a man willy-nilly,
only the up-front finishing best !
THE-VERY-FREAKY-KIND-OF-FAMED-
FEMALE-FOLLOWER-IS-HE
No deerstalker hat on head,
but find him sniffing around.
Not shy is the Sherlock,
he's more a Baskerville hound.
Upon the tracks of celebs -
ah yes he has girls' scents -
he's sure not the first or the last
and isn't one to go relent.
A pursuer, not a talker,
he's a professional-stalker.
Monday, November 4, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 204 (E)
THE-DUO-KEN-AND-HAM
When Ham Stead-Heath
met Kenny Wood:
"At last we're together.
You're my very-best bud.
I like your rhododendrons,
and your garden out-back.
Find I talk flowery.
A deep voice I do lack.
But now I'm with you
all the plant-stems spring !
We'll tiptoe through the tulips
to the sound of Tiny Tim !"
When Ham Stead-Heath
met Kenny Wood:
"At last we're together.
You're my very-best bud.
I like your rhododendrons,
and your garden out-back.
Find I talk flowery.
A deep voice I do lack.
But now I'm with you
all the plant-stems spring !
We'll tiptoe through the tulips
to the sound of Tiny Tim !"
for PATTAYA TRADER 204 (D)
JOLLY ROGERS
Down at the cool seafront farm
outside the Bobo dog guarded barn
we kids gaggled with Pricilla the goose,
swam in the brine, played in the Mill wood,
climbed nearby Cat Nab, atop it stood,
watched the yolk-yellow sun go to roost.
Glyn, Vic, John, I and more,
by the silvery-blue-sea, the goldy-brown-shore.
Cast, our shadows on the wildcat hill.
We were jolly-sailors where The Ship Inn stands
but Robin Hood's merry little band
over in the wooded second gill.
Now a pale pumpkin-round moon
candle's the witchy-night's wintery-gloom.
Boy-games have met their inglorious end.
Fully-grown, each goes his own way,
sparing no darn thought for sunny-yesterday,
till with the wintery-night we blend?
DARK DAYS
On the backs of owls with bloody bills
the very cruel little people came,
riding high above the tops of trees and hills,
over pond and lake and old country lane.
On rocks in the sea the mermaids sat and sang
while along the shore the water-nymphs played,
there to be caught by the sharp eye of any young man
who onto the moonlit cliffs had strayed.
And on the pirates' or the smugglers' ship
he might have spied far out beyond the bay,
the jolly sailors, after their all-round trip,
through his telescope, drunk and at play.
Yes on the backs of owls with bloody bills
the very cruel little people came.
It's said that there was much black magic then.
Some say that such darkness shall come again.
Down at the cool seafront farm
outside the Bobo dog guarded barn
we kids gaggled with Pricilla the goose,
swam in the brine, played in the Mill wood,
climbed nearby Cat Nab, atop it stood,
watched the yolk-yellow sun go to roost.
Glyn, Vic, John, I and more,
by the silvery-blue-sea, the goldy-brown-shore.
Cast, our shadows on the wildcat hill.
We were jolly-sailors where The Ship Inn stands
but Robin Hood's merry little band
over in the wooded second gill.
Now a pale pumpkin-round moon
candle's the witchy-night's wintery-gloom.
Boy-games have met their inglorious end.
Fully-grown, each goes his own way,
sparing no darn thought for sunny-yesterday,
till with the wintery-night we blend?
DARK DAYS
On the backs of owls with bloody bills
the very cruel little people came,
riding high above the tops of trees and hills,
over pond and lake and old country lane.
On rocks in the sea the mermaids sat and sang
while along the shore the water-nymphs played,
there to be caught by the sharp eye of any young man
who onto the moonlit cliffs had strayed.
And on the pirates' or the smugglers' ship
he might have spied far out beyond the bay,
the jolly sailors, after their all-round trip,
through his telescope, drunk and at play.
Yes on the backs of owls with bloody bills
the very cruel little people came.
It's said that there was much black magic then.
Some say that such darkness shall come again.
for PATTAYA TRADER 204 (C)
CIRCE'S CIRCLE
Circle her do her lady-friends,
and all are out for wicked ends !
They are out for a good time
and will turn men into swine !
Not there to guard Circe they,
but to lure the guys their way
as they stand close to the bar
"Come boys, enter our circular !"
The magic circle of Circe's femmes
is crying "We want wicked ends !"
Just what they mean, go on guess,
but Circe herself, in that dress,
makes a man a grunting mess !
THE-DEMON-DRINKER-HYDE?
A drunken dandy, he, after dark,
sank chemical-substances for a lark.
Pretty, pretty-peacock and bright-spark?
Should have got his name from Hyde Park.
The guy became a juiced-up-devil
sure like Dr Jekyll in the novel.
THE DREAMY-PAIR-BY-HALF
Soothed and, girl, sleepy,
under the scent of the lilac-tree
in the grounds of Rushpool Hall.
Sometimes there's a big wedding
with a room for the two's down-bedding,
and sometimes there's a big ball.
But here it is you and me
beneath the scent of the lilac-tree
outside of the four walls.
Shaded not from a bright-sun's-beam,
a cozy-couple we in a half-dream.
Circle her do her lady-friends,
and all are out for wicked ends !
They are out for a good time
and will turn men into swine !
Not there to guard Circe they,
but to lure the guys their way
as they stand close to the bar
"Come boys, enter our circular !"
The magic circle of Circe's femmes
is crying "We want wicked ends !"
Just what they mean, go on guess,
but Circe herself, in that dress,
makes a man a grunting mess !
THE-DEMON-DRINKER-HYDE?
A drunken dandy, he, after dark,
sank chemical-substances for a lark.
Pretty, pretty-peacock and bright-spark?
Should have got his name from Hyde Park.
The guy became a juiced-up-devil
sure like Dr Jekyll in the novel.
THE DREAMY-PAIR-BY-HALF
Soothed and, girl, sleepy,
under the scent of the lilac-tree
in the grounds of Rushpool Hall.
Sometimes there's a big wedding
with a room for the two's down-bedding,
and sometimes there's a big ball.
But here it is you and me
beneath the scent of the lilac-tree
outside of the four walls.
Shaded not from a bright-sun's-beam,
a cozy-couple we in a half-dream.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 204 (B)
ONLY-A-ROAD-DEATH-BIRD'S-
FEATHERS-FLEW-I-DO-NOW-SEE
The oily black-feathers
shot with purple and green
are of the dead-starling
at the roadside seen.
Not as black as from afar,
but deathly-dark now hit
by an oiled-up car?
FEATHERS-FLEW-I-DO-NOW-SEE
The oily black-feathers
shot with purple and green
are of the dead-starling
at the roadside seen.
Not as black as from afar,
but deathly-dark now hit
by an oiled-up car?
for PATTAYA TRADER 204 (A)
WISHING-ON-STARS-FOR-A-LESS-
SHALLOW-WORLD-ARE-FOUND-YOU-AND-ME
There is a world
deep down it seems.
A watery-world
where our submarines
can travel
and skindivers go.
But are there merfolk
in the sea below?
Is there a people
live with starfish
as we live, girl,
with our starry wish?
YES-CHEAP-SPANISH-WINE-
DOWNWARDS-PASSED-REAL-EASILY
While you had fun on holiday, over
in sunny-Spain, going swimming;
under Westminster Bridge, by the river,
down-and-outs were in misery drowning.
They passed-around bottles of cheap wine,
cheaper than a cheap holiday overseas,
hoping for just as good and jolly a time.
Like the Thames waters it flowed with ease.
SHALLOW-WORLD-ARE-FOUND-YOU-AND-ME
There is a world
deep down it seems.
A watery-world
where our submarines
can travel
and skindivers go.
But are there merfolk
in the sea below?
Is there a people
live with starfish
as we live, girl,
with our starry wish?
YES-CHEAP-SPANISH-WINE-
DOWNWARDS-PASSED-REAL-EASILY
While you had fun on holiday, over
in sunny-Spain, going swimming;
under Westminster Bridge, by the river,
down-and-outs were in misery drowning.
They passed-around bottles of cheap wine,
cheaper than a cheap holiday overseas,
hoping for just as good and jolly a time.
Like the Thames waters it flowed with ease.
for PATTAYA TRADER 203 (F)
A-DUMB-DIZZY-SORT-AREN'T-YOU
You spot a further mistake.
How superior you feel.
Oh you sure are clever.
You are head-over-heels !
An almost finished crossword
you completed only yesterday.
That too made you reel
in a very dizzy kind of way !
Other people's crosswords
and spelling mistakes?
With you I'll ever be
smelling pisstakes !
A-DARK-PIMP-SURE-PUTS-YOU-IN-
A-SPOTTY-POSITION-SCARLET-LADY
In your red dress
polka-dotted,
you're a ladybird
black-spotted.
But you've a pimp.
You're with a thug
crushes your style,
sure-pretty ladybug.
ELIOT'S-'CRITERION'-
LITERARY-CRITICISMS
T.S. Eliot? What a one !
His name backwards, toilet old son !
Well it would be, but for the 'S' !
And as a critic, what a mess !
As a poet? On the whole
saved from the lavatory bowl !
A-JACKDAW-QUARRY?
John Daw married
Thereasa Green,
a cute nest-builder
who had a big-dream
of a country estate,
a full kiddies football-team.
Yes she'd a big dream
of a country estate.
Jack was in a quarry.
He sure couldn't relate !
NICE-'NEST-EGGS'-
HAS-THE-MAGPIE
A thieving magpie?
You are so very-right !
That jailbird is sure
both black and white.
He'll win you over
with a pure delight
and then will vanish
into the dark night,
take away to his nest
all that's your shiny-best !
You spot a further mistake.
How superior you feel.
Oh you sure are clever.
You are head-over-heels !
An almost finished crossword
you completed only yesterday.
That too made you reel
in a very dizzy kind of way !
Other people's crosswords
and spelling mistakes?
With you I'll ever be
smelling pisstakes !
A-DARK-PIMP-SURE-PUTS-YOU-IN-
A-SPOTTY-POSITION-SCARLET-LADY
In your red dress
polka-dotted,
you're a ladybird
black-spotted.
But you've a pimp.
You're with a thug
crushes your style,
sure-pretty ladybug.
ELIOT'S-'CRITERION'-
LITERARY-CRITICISMS
T.S. Eliot? What a one !
His name backwards, toilet old son !
Well it would be, but for the 'S' !
And as a critic, what a mess !
As a poet? On the whole
saved from the lavatory bowl !
A-JACKDAW-QUARRY?
John Daw married
Thereasa Green,
a cute nest-builder
who had a big-dream
of a country estate,
a full kiddies football-team.
Yes she'd a big dream
of a country estate.
Jack was in a quarry.
He sure couldn't relate !
NICE-'NEST-EGGS'-
HAS-THE-MAGPIE
A thieving magpie?
You are so very-right !
That jailbird is sure
both black and white.
He'll win you over
with a pure delight
and then will vanish
into the dark night,
take away to his nest
all that's your shiny-best !
Friday, November 1, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 203 (E)
IT'S-THE-BLACK-ROOK'S-
WHITE-XMAS !
"Stone the crows ! Stone the crows !
The blessed vicar's in raven-black clothes."
Let the mistle-thrush sing
and the robin go a-chirping
"The clergyman sure has a rook-like nose !"
WHITE-XMAS !
"Stone the crows ! Stone the crows !
The blessed vicar's in raven-black clothes."
Let the mistle-thrush sing
and the robin go a-chirping
"The clergyman sure has a rook-like nose !"
for PATTAYA TRADER 203 (D)
YES-THE-POET-HERE-IS-NO-PRIEST
Priests devote themselves to their God
and I, a poet, devote myself to my Muse.
They let their feet tread in an afterlife,
I let the otherworldly fill my shoes.
POLITICAL-PANTS
One-size does not all fit,
yet some would make us uniform.
Uncomfortably many should sit
and the uniformity sure rip.
The idea's pants ! Pants damn torn !
Priests devote themselves to their God
and I, a poet, devote myself to my Muse.
They let their feet tread in an afterlife,
I let the otherworldly fill my shoes.
POLITICAL-PANTS
One-size does not all fit,
yet some would make us uniform.
Uncomfortably many should sit
and the uniformity sure rip.
The idea's pants ! Pants damn torn !
Thursday, October 31, 2013
CORRECTION:
AGAIN, 2003 (B) should be 203 (B) ! And 'sun-star' might be better as 'sun or star' in NATURE'S-KINGS-AND-QUEENS
for PATTAYA TRADER 203 (C)
POLITICAL-PAINTINGS-AND-
POETIC-WRITINGS
All the rich are sinners
and all the poor sure saints
to read some writes
and see some paints.
There are the States
that the arts control.
That control the artists.
Inspiration to the soul?
CONTRADICTION-AND-CONFLICT-
SURELY-FIND
You read the Communist Manifesto.
Now you know it all.
You're so right on !
You are on the ball !
Contradictory as the Bible,
a better world claim the two.
But the Marxist Utopia
is the one for you !
And you and your friends
think everyone else green,
as do the Bible-thumpers.
The end justifies the means.
You make it your religion.
You make it your faith.
You preach love and peace
yet make war with a hate.
POETIC-WRITINGS
All the rich are sinners
and all the poor sure saints
to read some writes
and see some paints.
There are the States
that the arts control.
That control the artists.
Inspiration to the soul?
CONTRADICTION-AND-CONFLICT-
SURELY-FIND
You read the Communist Manifesto.
Now you know it all.
You're so right on !
You are on the ball !
Contradictory as the Bible,
a better world claim the two.
But the Marxist Utopia
is the one for you !
And you and your friends
think everyone else green,
as do the Bible-thumpers.
The end justifies the means.
You make it your religion.
You make it your faith.
You preach love and peace
yet make war with a hate.
for PATTAYA TRADER 2003 (B)
IT'S-PLAY-THEN-WORK-THEN-
IT'S-PLAY-AGAIN-WITH-THE-
CAREER-GIRL !?
The wife who sure likes to fake.
Or the wife with the long headache.
And the wife with the brood
who is no longer in the mood.
I have lived with girls.
We have shared our worlds.
Together have been out of them
(finding time in bed to spend) !
Give me the girl with a career
now my second half of life is here.
Kids grown up? Had kids never?
Want to spend some time together?!
HOMEBOUND-BLUE-SEA-SAILOR-
YOU'LL-THEN-BE
Sail the seven seas
or the ocean of space even,
but shall you come-across
the sought seventh-heaven?
All shades of blue may only bring
you back home. Look deep-within.
BEGIN-ANEW-THE-GLOBAL-
WHEELING?
We know of beginnings,
we know of ends,
it's the idea of eternity
we cannot comprehend.
Circular are the seasons,
cyclic the life of men.
The earth spins round the sun.
The tides lower and rise again.
YES-NATURE'S-KINGS-AND-QUEENS
Master of all he surveys
the ram on the hill in the sun's rays.
To gold is turned his fleece
while white as gaggling geese
is the flock that on the hillside strays.
Honk they do not, but they baa
and from the ram won't wander far.
As with chickens and their cock,
to the sheep the ram's their rock,
their lord who, under the sun-star
that smiles on the valley, gleams.
It's only tiny ants do have shiny-queens.
IT'S-PLAY-AGAIN-WITH-THE-
CAREER-GIRL !?
The wife who sure likes to fake.
Or the wife with the long headache.
And the wife with the brood
who is no longer in the mood.
I have lived with girls.
We have shared our worlds.
Together have been out of them
(finding time in bed to spend) !
Give me the girl with a career
now my second half of life is here.
Kids grown up? Had kids never?
Want to spend some time together?!
HOMEBOUND-BLUE-SEA-SAILOR-
YOU'LL-THEN-BE
Sail the seven seas
or the ocean of space even,
but shall you come-across
the sought seventh-heaven?
All shades of blue may only bring
you back home. Look deep-within.
BEGIN-ANEW-THE-GLOBAL-
WHEELING?
We know of beginnings,
we know of ends,
it's the idea of eternity
we cannot comprehend.
Circular are the seasons,
cyclic the life of men.
The earth spins round the sun.
The tides lower and rise again.
YES-NATURE'S-KINGS-AND-QUEENS
Master of all he surveys
the ram on the hill in the sun's rays.
To gold is turned his fleece
while white as gaggling geese
is the flock that on the hillside strays.
Honk they do not, but they baa
and from the ram won't wander far.
As with chickens and their cock,
to the sheep the ram's their rock,
their lord who, under the sun-star
that smiles on the valley, gleams.
It's only tiny ants do have shiny-queens.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 203 (A)
'BARED'-NO-PREJUDICES-
A-YOUNG-MAN
His heart began to beat that night
like moth-wings round a burning light
when he saw her in the shadowy-street,
the smile upon her face oh so sweet.
But his cheeks turned rather pale
on finding her body was for sale.
Yet far from bearing any prejudice
he blew the girl a good night kiss !
A-YOUNG-MAN
His heart began to beat that night
like moth-wings round a burning light
when he saw her in the shadowy-street,
the smile upon her face oh so sweet.
But his cheeks turned rather pale
on finding her body was for sale.
Yet far from bearing any prejudice
he blew the girl a good night kiss !
for PATTAYA TRADER 202 (E)
THE-BROKEN-CUCKOO-CLOCK-SPRING?
The circular clock of the seasons
is no more a damn sure thing.
Egg-shaped it has become.
Winter flew with a broken wing.
The first call-out of the cuckoo
announces a much later spring.
Mad-gone seasons all in one nest
the bird seems to be echoing !
A-QUICK-END-TO-DARKILING-TROLLS
Yellowing rolled-up-scrolls
on the hermit's desk;
spells to conquer Trolls
from which he's at a risk.
Would my pen were a wand
to put monsters to a fast end.
TEARS-FALLING-FOR-SAD-
AND-LEAFY-AUTUMN?
Like sparkling-pearl-teardrops
rain falls from the house's high-eaves
onto a pile of gold-looking
wind-swept autumn leaves.
IT-WAS-A-FAIRYSTORY-DID-
I-FIND
There in the Fairy Dell
I spied no wishing well,
but found, I did, a waterfall.
And a witch statue,
a dragon sculpture too,
in that pleasure-garden of Gunnergate Hall.
Yes in that pleasure-garden of Gunnergate Hall
I spied no wishing well,
but found, I did, a waterfall,
see a kingfisher blue,
a sculpted heron too.
It had a story to tell.
CRUISE-HOMEWARDS-
ON-THE-CLOUDLESS-MORN-I
Fresh-morning memory of last-night
my mind sure fills.
Her scent is yet tickling
my nostrills,
as I make my way back home
on a cloud not this dawn's own.
AT-PALTRY-STRAWS-GO-GRASP-
IN-LIFE'S-INFINITE-FLOW?
Aimlessly, girl, you drift,
on your way down stream;
the bankside grass turned to straw,
clutch you must do, it seems.
Though life's telling you "No."
Aimless not is the Force's flow.
A-CLOSE-WIND-HAUNTS-NOW-SUMMERTIME'S-
ENDED-WITH-REAL-SORROW
I hear the whispering of a wind
that will be whistling soon,
and I'm taunted by an image of Pan
amongst all things arcadian,
piping on a sunny afternoon.
The summer is at its dead end
with a rustling of dry leaves.
Already I am longing for Spring.
the cuckoo's call, the fair flowering
and blossoming. Yes the heart grieves.
The circular clock of the seasons
is no more a damn sure thing.
Egg-shaped it has become.
Winter flew with a broken wing.
The first call-out of the cuckoo
announces a much later spring.
Mad-gone seasons all in one nest
the bird seems to be echoing !
A-QUICK-END-TO-DARKILING-TROLLS
Yellowing rolled-up-scrolls
on the hermit's desk;
spells to conquer Trolls
from which he's at a risk.
Would my pen were a wand
to put monsters to a fast end.
TEARS-FALLING-FOR-SAD-
AND-LEAFY-AUTUMN?
Like sparkling-pearl-teardrops
rain falls from the house's high-eaves
onto a pile of gold-looking
wind-swept autumn leaves.
IT-WAS-A-FAIRYSTORY-DID-
I-FIND
There in the Fairy Dell
I spied no wishing well,
but found, I did, a waterfall.
And a witch statue,
a dragon sculpture too,
in that pleasure-garden of Gunnergate Hall.
Yes in that pleasure-garden of Gunnergate Hall
I spied no wishing well,
but found, I did, a waterfall,
see a kingfisher blue,
a sculpted heron too.
It had a story to tell.
CRUISE-HOMEWARDS-
ON-THE-CLOUDLESS-MORN-I
Fresh-morning memory of last-night
my mind sure fills.
Her scent is yet tickling
my nostrills,
as I make my way back home
on a cloud not this dawn's own.
AT-PALTRY-STRAWS-GO-GRASP-
IN-LIFE'S-INFINITE-FLOW?
Aimlessly, girl, you drift,
on your way down stream;
the bankside grass turned to straw,
clutch you must do, it seems.
Though life's telling you "No."
Aimless not is the Force's flow.
A-CLOSE-WIND-HAUNTS-NOW-SUMMERTIME'S-
ENDED-WITH-REAL-SORROW
I hear the whispering of a wind
that will be whistling soon,
and I'm taunted by an image of Pan
amongst all things arcadian,
piping on a sunny afternoon.
The summer is at its dead end
with a rustling of dry leaves.
Already I am longing for Spring.
the cuckoo's call, the fair flowering
and blossoming. Yes the heart grieves.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 202 (D)
FIND-OUR-HOT-LINE-CONVERSATION-FLOWS-
HAVE-SURE-BEEN-CANCELLED
Many times after we met
she would telephone for a chat.
And when we fell out as friends
she'd phone for me to take her back.
I took her back, like a fool,
every time the girl would ring.
Yes I was very much the jester,
but she'd make me out a king.
Now she is water under the bridge.
She's the train down the track.
She's the wind blown through the tunnel.
No flowing, steaming, blowing back.
WRITTEN-WARNING-TO-THE-NAIVE-GIRL-
WHO-THINKS-EMIGRATING-WILL-SAVE-HER-
CROOKY-MARRIAGE
Watch out for kangaroos
that bound into the road,
aborigines with boomerangs
and flying bugs that explode
there against your windscreen
as you journey in your jeep
through the Australian bush
while in the heat half-asleep.
Watch out for crocodiles
at the next waterhole.
The wombats and wallabies,
those crazies on a long-stroll
who might have packed guns
or have a dingo dog's bite,
like your wommy, wally, man
from whom, girl, you take flight !
TO-THE-LAND-OF-NOD-HER-LOUD-VOICE-
WOULD-SEND-ME !
A fear of death and being alone
made her want to cling and own,
and talk rather than listen and think.
With speech kept herself occupied
till she was completely tongue-tied,
or falling asleep was on the brink.
She'd gab, gab, gab, until I was whacked,
and she'd be absolutely gobsmacked
that I should go to sleep first.
Nursery-rhymes once sent me to Nod,
now it was a noisy girl's big gob.
Still, her snoring was much damn worse !
HAVE-SURE-BEEN-CANCELLED
Many times after we met
she would telephone for a chat.
And when we fell out as friends
she'd phone for me to take her back.
I took her back, like a fool,
every time the girl would ring.
Yes I was very much the jester,
but she'd make me out a king.
Now she is water under the bridge.
She's the train down the track.
She's the wind blown through the tunnel.
No flowing, steaming, blowing back.
WRITTEN-WARNING-TO-THE-NAIVE-GIRL-
WHO-THINKS-EMIGRATING-WILL-SAVE-HER-
CROOKY-MARRIAGE
Watch out for kangaroos
that bound into the road,
aborigines with boomerangs
and flying bugs that explode
there against your windscreen
as you journey in your jeep
through the Australian bush
while in the heat half-asleep.
Watch out for crocodiles
at the next waterhole.
The wombats and wallabies,
those crazies on a long-stroll
who might have packed guns
or have a dingo dog's bite,
like your wommy, wally, man
from whom, girl, you take flight !
TO-THE-LAND-OF-NOD-HER-LOUD-VOICE-
WOULD-SEND-ME !
A fear of death and being alone
made her want to cling and own,
and talk rather than listen and think.
With speech kept herself occupied
till she was completely tongue-tied,
or falling asleep was on the brink.
She'd gab, gab, gab, until I was whacked,
and she'd be absolutely gobsmacked
that I should go to sleep first.
Nursery-rhymes once sent me to Nod,
now it was a noisy girl's big gob.
Still, her snoring was much damn worse !
Monday, October 28, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 202 (C)
A-SIAMESE-SUNFLOWER-GIRL-PHOTOGRAPH-
IT-IS
A photograph of Siamese she
amongst sunflowers, the girl gave to me.
Herself a flower in the Siam sun,
a flowering friendship she and I'd begun.
UNSOUND?
Runaway capitalism
is like runaway criminals with riches,
and gets to dig
its very own burial-ditches,
in trying to force
the workers under the ground
as in the film Metropolis,
a movie without sound.
MORE-ONLY-NOW-TO-REALLY-
MERITORIOUS-PEOPLE
Do away with class,
have done with it.
The idler in his castle.
The worker down the pit.
The dolie on his ass.
He rising on his wits.
Let's have haves, some haves-with-more,
due mainly to true merits.
IT-IS
A photograph of Siamese she
amongst sunflowers, the girl gave to me.
Herself a flower in the Siam sun,
a flowering friendship she and I'd begun.
UNSOUND?
Runaway capitalism
is like runaway criminals with riches,
and gets to dig
its very own burial-ditches,
in trying to force
the workers under the ground
as in the film Metropolis,
a movie without sound.
MORE-ONLY-NOW-TO-REALLY-
MERITORIOUS-PEOPLE
Do away with class,
have done with it.
The idler in his castle.
The worker down the pit.
The dolie on his ass.
He rising on his wits.
Let's have haves, some haves-with-more,
due mainly to true merits.
for PATTAYA TRADER 202 (B)
THE-HEAVENLY-VERSE-MUSE-
IS-MINE
Perhaps there's a verse
will descend soon,
from maybe up there
with the kites and balloons,
or even far-higher
beyond the bright moon
whenever the Muse
is with me in tune.
Perhaps the poem
has already descended,
for a verse find now
my writing is ended !
JUST-EMERGED-FROM-A-
ROUGH-SEA'S-TIDES?
A God within?
A God without?
God here and there?
God all about?
Our thoughts to hear,
inside must be?
And close at hand
our deeds to see?
With each of us
who are everywhere?
And invisible,
so have a care?
In his own image
made us he?
Or out his imagination
wide as any wild-sea?
HER-SECOND-HAND-DIARY-
CLAIMS-LESS-THAN-WILD-ROMANCE
She'd take out her diary
and there she would jot
just how fiery
her love-life was not.
How she longed for romance
and a heated passion
that with age
had gone out of fashion,
though she'd young-friends
for whom heated passion -
let alone romance -
was never in fashion.
Oh how it is that
many ladies yearn
for wine and roses
and a dance-floor turn,
but will make do
with far, far less,
lie to themselves in bed,
claim they got close-second best.
IS-MINE
Perhaps there's a verse
will descend soon,
from maybe up there
with the kites and balloons,
or even far-higher
beyond the bright moon
whenever the Muse
is with me in tune.
Perhaps the poem
has already descended,
for a verse find now
my writing is ended !
JUST-EMERGED-FROM-A-
ROUGH-SEA'S-TIDES?
A God within?
A God without?
God here and there?
God all about?
Our thoughts to hear,
inside must be?
And close at hand
our deeds to see?
With each of us
who are everywhere?
And invisible,
so have a care?
In his own image
made us he?
Or out his imagination
wide as any wild-sea?
HER-SECOND-HAND-DIARY-
CLAIMS-LESS-THAN-WILD-ROMANCE
She'd take out her diary
and there she would jot
just how fiery
her love-life was not.
How she longed for romance
and a heated passion
that with age
had gone out of fashion,
though she'd young-friends
for whom heated passion -
let alone romance -
was never in fashion.
Oh how it is that
many ladies yearn
for wine and roses
and a dance-floor turn,
but will make do
with far, far less,
lie to themselves in bed,
claim they got close-second best.
for PATTAYA TRADER 202 (A)
FOUND-ROMANCE-AFTER-TURNED-OVER
The sole-flower of romance
his life's withering desert left alone
was a girl who left him in a trance.
More than just a mirage was Rosetta Stone.
Ah yes, find then that she
sure turned his desert into a wide sea !
GOOD-AND-YET-BAD-TOO-YES?
We came across a suffering animal
did my good friend and me.
It was dying a slow painful death.
I said I should put it out its misery.
But my friend said that he could not bear.
Of his selfishness he was totally-unaware.
THE-DEATHLY-WINTERTIME
Now the leaves are gone
the hillsides return
with the wintry winds
and a heavy heart yearns
for the trees once more
to put on their leafy-green,
though through their skeletons
the yellow hillsides can be seen.
A-SPHERICAL-MUSIC-HEARD-
PYTHAGORAS
Pythagoras must have had big ears
to have heard the music of the spheres.
Two elephant-ears upon a python,
if that is where he got his name from.
They must have flapped like two wings
and took him round them ring after ring.
Took him to where he'd hear
the lovely-music of the spheres,
or the footfalls of the vedic-god who
is the cosmic-dancer of the Hindus.
IT'S-A-DEAD-CLOWNFISH-FIND-YOU'RE-
SURE-GOING-TO-BE-DEEPLY-CRAZY-
AND-SUSPICIOUS-GIRL
Like an Ophelia in her own madness
you'll surely one day go drown.
No-one will fish you out of it,
you are sinking down, down. down.
A sadness has settled on the face
of the uncontrollable girl-clown.
It'll go and come back again
till with the clownfishes you remain !
The sole-flower of romance
his life's withering desert left alone
was a girl who left him in a trance.
More than just a mirage was Rosetta Stone.
Ah yes, find then that she
sure turned his desert into a wide sea !
GOOD-AND-YET-BAD-TOO-YES?
We came across a suffering animal
did my good friend and me.
It was dying a slow painful death.
I said I should put it out its misery.
But my friend said that he could not bear.
Of his selfishness he was totally-unaware.
THE-DEATHLY-WINTERTIME
Now the leaves are gone
the hillsides return
with the wintry winds
and a heavy heart yearns
for the trees once more
to put on their leafy-green,
though through their skeletons
the yellow hillsides can be seen.
A-SPHERICAL-MUSIC-HEARD-
PYTHAGORAS
Pythagoras must have had big ears
to have heard the music of the spheres.
Two elephant-ears upon a python,
if that is where he got his name from.
They must have flapped like two wings
and took him round them ring after ring.
Took him to where he'd hear
the lovely-music of the spheres,
or the footfalls of the vedic-god who
is the cosmic-dancer of the Hindus.
IT'S-A-DEAD-CLOWNFISH-FIND-YOU'RE-
SURE-GOING-TO-BE-DEEPLY-CRAZY-
AND-SUSPICIOUS-GIRL
Like an Ophelia in her own madness
you'll surely one day go drown.
No-one will fish you out of it,
you are sinking down, down. down.
A sadness has settled on the face
of the uncontrollable girl-clown.
It'll go and come back again
till with the clownfishes you remain !
Saturday, October 26, 2013
CORRECTION
B,C,D, E, posts from 201 (A) onwards are also 201, not 2001 ! 202 (A) shall be the next post - unless I make another mistake ! Captain Mark.
for PATTAYA TRADER 2001 (E)
THE FLYING, SWIMMING,
SINKING LIFE
On the surface of the water
it's flat-stones that I skim.
Picking up more, I find a feather.
In the beck I set it aswim.
The feather was once a flyer.
Now it drifts, like a white-swan,
to where the beck is much lower,
and where it will sink, like a flat-stone.
NO-"HAPPY-BIRTHDAY-BOY"-
FOR-BONFIRE-FAWKES-
COME-EVERY-NOVEMBER
In the fine city of York
was born Guy Fawkes
though it's his death-days feted.
And it's in every town
the people burn down
his effigy. Loved or hated.
Cut the firewood, pile up the sticks,
let us have fun with dreary politics !
SINKING LIFE
On the surface of the water
it's flat-stones that I skim.
Picking up more, I find a feather.
In the beck I set it aswim.
The feather was once a flyer.
Now it drifts, like a white-swan,
to where the beck is much lower,
and where it will sink, like a flat-stone.
NO-"HAPPY-BIRTHDAY-BOY"-
FOR-BONFIRE-FAWKES-
COME-EVERY-NOVEMBER
In the fine city of York
was born Guy Fawkes
though it's his death-days feted.
And it's in every town
the people burn down
his effigy. Loved or hated.
Cut the firewood, pile up the sticks,
let us have fun with dreary politics !
Friday, October 25, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 2001 (D)
HEAR THIS...
Some like to listen,
some like to view.
It is my voice on the phone
she likes to listen to.
I like to listen
but also like to see
who I am talking to
if beautiful as she
who will call me often
on the telephone.
I go round see her
when she's at home.
We talk half the night
and then I get to view
the fully-naked girl.
Talk me out of it? Up you !
DEATH-A-GOD-OF-THE-
LEVEL-GROUND?
There is the kind of leveller
who'd flatten all to nought,
then there is the kind of leveller
who's not for the overblown sort.
A further leveller of ill-fame
is he who has Death as a name.
Some like to listen,
some like to view.
It is my voice on the phone
she likes to listen to.
I like to listen
but also like to see
who I am talking to
if beautiful as she
who will call me often
on the telephone.
I go round see her
when she's at home.
We talk half the night
and then I get to view
the fully-naked girl.
Talk me out of it? Up you !
DEATH-A-GOD-OF-THE-
LEVEL-GROUND?
There is the kind of leveller
who'd flatten all to nought,
then there is the kind of leveller
who's not for the overblown sort.
A further leveller of ill-fame
is he who has Death as a name.
for PATTAYA TRADER 2001 (C)
SURE-COULD-BE-
DREAMY-QUEEN-BEE-SHE
The bees are busying
about the flower,
her honey hair
they could devour,
her sunny smile
and sweet tongue.
Yes she has left
the boys all stung.
You'd think her the bee
this very hour,
a queen whose beauty
sure has power.
A-WITHERED-SANDWICH-DUO-
YES-SURE
Sandwhiched between two matresses
were the couple who were old,
in a surely fearful and futile attempt
to keep out the keen-as-mustard cold.
ACTORS-TAKE-TIPS-FROM-A-FUNNY-
CHAMPION-CHIMPANZEE
Voice-overs for the monkeys' moving lips,
but oscars give the actors as to PG-Tips.
In tophat-and-tails or in pirates' gear,
in a James Bond 'monkey suit', it is clear
that the chimps were the champs of tv
when it came to the commercials, ha ha hee.
"Do you know the piano's on my foot?" say it.
I'll reply "You hum it, son, and I'll play it."
The Chimpanzee tea-party at the zoo
can make a monkey out of actors too !
DREAMY-QUEEN-BEE-SHE
The bees are busying
about the flower,
her honey hair
they could devour,
her sunny smile
and sweet tongue.
Yes she has left
the boys all stung.
You'd think her the bee
this very hour,
a queen whose beauty
sure has power.
A-WITHERED-SANDWICH-DUO-
YES-SURE
Sandwhiched between two matresses
were the couple who were old,
in a surely fearful and futile attempt
to keep out the keen-as-mustard cold.
ACTORS-TAKE-TIPS-FROM-A-FUNNY-
CHAMPION-CHIMPANZEE
Voice-overs for the monkeys' moving lips,
but oscars give the actors as to PG-Tips.
In tophat-and-tails or in pirates' gear,
in a James Bond 'monkey suit', it is clear
that the chimps were the champs of tv
when it came to the commercials, ha ha hee.
"Do you know the piano's on my foot?" say it.
I'll reply "You hum it, son, and I'll play it."
The Chimpanzee tea-party at the zoo
can make a monkey out of actors too !
Thursday, October 24, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 2001 (B)
BOOKS-OF-DAMN-CLEVER-VERSE-AND-
A-BEASTLY-CREATURE
Beauty and the beast tales
are all around us, see
the guy who's holding leaves
from a singing-ringing tree?
The leaves in his verse-book
are ringing-out with rhyme,
but can care for him not
the girl upon his mind.
Oh, feels like the beast he
in the tale of The Singing-Ringing Tree.
A-BEASTLY-CREATURE
Beauty and the beast tales
are all around us, see
the guy who's holding leaves
from a singing-ringing tree?
The leaves in his verse-book
are ringing-out with rhyme,
but can care for him not
the girl upon his mind.
Oh, feels like the beast he
in the tale of The Singing-Ringing Tree.
for PATTAYA TRADER 201 (A)
A-CIRCULARY-LYRICAL-LIFE?
He was into rock 'n' roll
for free drugs, money-and-girls.
Sold his soul to Mephistopheles.
His band was top of the world.
He'd adverised for lyrics:
"Send via mail to P.O. Box...,"
read the annonymous flyer.
Dirty needles and smelly socks
say tidy-up your shallow life, man;
Your shadow's now your only fan !
WISE-GOD-WOMAN-SOPHIA'S-
GATEWAY-TO-FREEDOM
Sophia, ah yes Sophia,
wise in your sophistication,
the key to your kingdom
is a man's own meditation
upon thoughts come to mind
free of self-degradation.
Not to give in to the thoughts
that will leave him an abomination.
IT'S-A-FEMALE-FASCIST-SURELY-ARE-YOU?
You are scared of strangers, see.
You fear a person's individuality
(you'd even make them out an oddity).
You control when in company.
Girl, a fascist you could be.
Sure you're not Mistress Mussolini?!
IT'S-MUSIC-IN-THE-BRIGHTLY-
COLOURED-WOOD
The bluebell, snowdrop-and-crocus
will in the wooded valley spring,
and with their very flowering
they should seem to tell us -
like the different birds that sing -
this life is surely all aglow
(even if its season quickly goes)
and bright as any rainbow;
though man is not having it so.
YOOHOO-YOU-YOUNG-ONES !
Come you children and dream-o
about the underwater-ship of Nemo.
Sail on the river downstream-o
that'll into the wide ocean flow.
Come you children and dream-o
of mermaids and the green octo.
Of the fishes that sure team-o,
their shoals many as off-shore go
deeper into the sea-dream you.
The green octopus is waving "Yoohoo !"
GET-TO-FREEZE-SEXY-POMPEY-IN-TIME-DID-
CRUEL-AND-VULGAR-VULCAN-FIND
It's ice as well as fire sure burns,
and to see Frankie Howerd's funny-turns
in the comical tv series Up Pompey
strikes me as funny in a different way,
for do not our school-pupils learn
that bodies were 'frozen' in hot clay?
'Preserved' is the word that is chosen,
but I'll stick to mine, freeze-frame frozen?
He was into rock 'n' roll
for free drugs, money-and-girls.
Sold his soul to Mephistopheles.
His band was top of the world.
He'd adverised for lyrics:
"Send via mail to P.O. Box...,"
read the annonymous flyer.
Dirty needles and smelly socks
say tidy-up your shallow life, man;
Your shadow's now your only fan !
WISE-GOD-WOMAN-SOPHIA'S-
GATEWAY-TO-FREEDOM
Sophia, ah yes Sophia,
wise in your sophistication,
the key to your kingdom
is a man's own meditation
upon thoughts come to mind
free of self-degradation.
Not to give in to the thoughts
that will leave him an abomination.
IT'S-A-FEMALE-FASCIST-SURELY-ARE-YOU?
You are scared of strangers, see.
You fear a person's individuality
(you'd even make them out an oddity).
You control when in company.
Girl, a fascist you could be.
Sure you're not Mistress Mussolini?!
IT'S-MUSIC-IN-THE-BRIGHTLY-
COLOURED-WOOD
The bluebell, snowdrop-and-crocus
will in the wooded valley spring,
and with their very flowering
they should seem to tell us -
like the different birds that sing -
this life is surely all aglow
(even if its season quickly goes)
and bright as any rainbow;
though man is not having it so.
YOOHOO-YOU-YOUNG-ONES !
Come you children and dream-o
about the underwater-ship of Nemo.
Sail on the river downstream-o
that'll into the wide ocean flow.
Come you children and dream-o
of mermaids and the green octo.
Of the fishes that sure team-o,
their shoals many as off-shore go
deeper into the sea-dream you.
The green octopus is waving "Yoohoo !"
GET-TO-FREEZE-SEXY-POMPEY-IN-TIME-DID-
CRUEL-AND-VULGAR-VULCAN-FIND
It's ice as well as fire sure burns,
and to see Frankie Howerd's funny-turns
in the comical tv series Up Pompey
strikes me as funny in a different way,
for do not our school-pupils learn
that bodies were 'frozen' in hot clay?
'Preserved' is the word that is chosen,
but I'll stick to mine, freeze-frame frozen?
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 200 (F)
THE-WILDLY-PRETTY-PATTAY-LADIES-
DRESSED-UP-AND-WENT-WESTERN-OH-YES
The girls dressed as cowboys
in Pattaya's Highway Star bar.
Looking like American Indians -
of long ago and way-afar -
wearing outfits and gun-holsters
of the white Wild West male.
Red-brown faces under their hats,
these cowpokes could tell a tale
about the many foreign cowboys
who come along into the town
to shoot-off their sure big-mouths
and in beer and lady-flesh drown.
DRESSED-UP-AND-WENT-WESTERN-OH-YES
The girls dressed as cowboys
in Pattaya's Highway Star bar.
Looking like American Indians -
of long ago and way-afar -
wearing outfits and gun-holsters
of the white Wild West male.
Red-brown faces under their hats,
these cowpokes could tell a tale
about the many foreign cowboys
who come along into the town
to shoot-off their sure big-mouths
and in beer and lady-flesh drown.
for PATTAYA TRADER 200 (E)
JANIS-AND-THE-STONY-
DEATH'S-DOOR-EXPERIENCE
Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones,
Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison.
All these rockers used drugs,
and suddenly they were gone.
Drink can kill you eventually,
drugs, find, while very-young.
Yes drugs sure cheapen life.
Their lives went for a song.
AMUSEMENT-ARCADE-
AT-A-PIER'S FOREFRONT
Ha, Tic-Tac-Toe,
three cherries or bells.
She was Penny Arcade
to the boys and girls
playing under the pier.
A one-armed bandit
lying in the shadows,
her hand in some guy's pocket !
CUE-MANKIND
The bright, the dim.
The fat, the thin.
The long, the tall,
the short, the small.
The black, the white.
The gay, the straight.
A few references
on Man's differences.
A-FINAL-FLOOD?
One on one
made three and more,
till two by two
and natural law,
filled the earth
with mankind
like a cruel flood
do we now find?
DEATH'S-DOOR-EXPERIENCE
Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones,
Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison.
All these rockers used drugs,
and suddenly they were gone.
Drink can kill you eventually,
drugs, find, while very-young.
Yes drugs sure cheapen life.
Their lives went for a song.
AMUSEMENT-ARCADE-
AT-A-PIER'S FOREFRONT
Ha, Tic-Tac-Toe,
three cherries or bells.
She was Penny Arcade
to the boys and girls
playing under the pier.
A one-armed bandit
lying in the shadows,
her hand in some guy's pocket !
CUE-MANKIND
The bright, the dim.
The fat, the thin.
The long, the tall,
the short, the small.
The black, the white.
The gay, the straight.
A few references
on Man's differences.
A-FINAL-FLOOD?
One on one
made three and more,
till two by two
and natural law,
filled the earth
with mankind
like a cruel flood
do we now find?
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 200 (D)
A NEW-KNOWLEDGE-DAWNED
Ah, of Eve's round-apple
Adam didn't have to nibble.
But what man refuse a breast?
Kissing the fruit with the nipple,
lips upon her softly pressed.
The knowing that came with being undressed.
ON-MEEK-INHERITING-THE-EARTH
To be so-damn-meek
as to give strength wide-berth
is to inherit a ditch
in the very-graveyard's earth.
YES-A-STATEMENT
should the State ever relieve
everyone of all their properties
we might be free of a few burdens,
but it'll fully-own us as well as these.
Ah, of Eve's round-apple
Adam didn't have to nibble.
But what man refuse a breast?
Kissing the fruit with the nipple,
lips upon her softly pressed.
The knowing that came with being undressed.
ON-MEEK-INHERITING-THE-EARTH
To be so-damn-meek
as to give strength wide-berth
is to inherit a ditch
in the very-graveyard's earth.
YES-A-STATEMENT
should the State ever relieve
everyone of all their properties
we might be free of a few burdens,
but it'll fully-own us as well as these.
for PATTAYA TRADER 200 (C)
YES-FIRE-AND-ICE-FOUND-I
Oneday you'd be on fire,
the next you'd be cold as ice.
Both ice and fire burn,
I was burnt more than twice.
Some take the rough and smooth,
or take the nasty and nice.
I'm thankful for your fire,
but I couldn't take the ice.
NOT-OPEN-TO-BEING-SO-USED
Because I fell for a pair of legs,
landed on the floor face-flat,
don't think you can walk all over me
or treat me, girl, like a doormat.
The WELCOME at my very door
could say NOT WELCOME ANYMORE !
Oneday you'd be on fire,
the next you'd be cold as ice.
Both ice and fire burn,
I was burnt more than twice.
Some take the rough and smooth,
or take the nasty and nice.
I'm thankful for your fire,
but I couldn't take the ice.
NOT-OPEN-TO-BEING-SO-USED
Because I fell for a pair of legs,
landed on the floor face-flat,
don't think you can walk all over me
or treat me, girl, like a doormat.
The WELCOME at my very door
could say NOT WELCOME ANYMORE !
Monday, October 21, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 200 (B)
A NON-RUNNER-YES
It is for a good many -
though it's not for most -
a race to the top.
Starting-Gate to Winning-Post.
Life is a gamble
for they not in the race,
and also a gamble
for those jockeying for place.
Just where money's concerned
some are bound to cheat -
in the race to the top -
go trample under feet
he who gets in the way
as they rigorously compete
and give no sporting chance
to those they would beat.
FREE-FROM-THIS-SPHERE-
SOME-WOULD-HAPPILY-BE
You blame nobody for wanting
to get on in the globe, girl.
I blame nobody for wanting
to get off out this world.
A-SUDDEN-BURDEN-
WAS-LADY-MINE
"How much do you love me?"
My lady had demanded,
as if love were a weight.
A demand with such a hate
that love should she return only
when I her some measure handed ?
TURNING-THE-TURTLE
The earth, claimed an old-wise-race,
is carried on the back of a turtle swimming through space.
I claim that the young would be wise to learn
we carry such a burden when its our turn !
WHICH-THE-WITCH-HERE?
Goad from a goat,
eyes from a newt,
mad wizard's hat,
hag's very-old boot.
Warts from a toad,
wings from a bat,
legs from a frog,
drop all in the vat.
Stir the cauldron
with a witch's broom.
So whirls the earth
that casts a gloom.
THE-HOOKY-COOKY-HOOT
A wizard with words find,
and the comic-line's hook,
cast his particular magic
did funnyman Peter Cook.
Comedian, yes comedian he,
and a guy of word-wizardry.
THE IMPERFECT-PICTURE-FILLING-
YOU'LL-FIND
When the jigsaw piece does not fit
some will try and force it to,
like a child at the end of his wits,
the full picture wanting to view.
This is the way with their politics.
They must dispose of the people who
reveal holes still in their big-pic
or force the misfits. Press-down-hard sure do.
HARD-TO-LOVE-THE-EARTH-PEOPLE-
WE-DON'T-KNOW-OR-MIGHT-NOT-EVEN-LIKE
There is love-and-hate
and neutrality.
None is known
for its longevity.
I love the world not,
nor do I hate it.
Love? Hate? Globe,
find I await it.
It is for a good many -
though it's not for most -
a race to the top.
Starting-Gate to Winning-Post.
Life is a gamble
for they not in the race,
and also a gamble
for those jockeying for place.
Just where money's concerned
some are bound to cheat -
in the race to the top -
go trample under feet
he who gets in the way
as they rigorously compete
and give no sporting chance
to those they would beat.
FREE-FROM-THIS-SPHERE-
SOME-WOULD-HAPPILY-BE
You blame nobody for wanting
to get on in the globe, girl.
I blame nobody for wanting
to get off out this world.
A-SUDDEN-BURDEN-
WAS-LADY-MINE
"How much do you love me?"
My lady had demanded,
as if love were a weight.
A demand with such a hate
that love should she return only
when I her some measure handed ?
TURNING-THE-TURTLE
The earth, claimed an old-wise-race,
is carried on the back of a turtle swimming through space.
I claim that the young would be wise to learn
we carry such a burden when its our turn !
WHICH-THE-WITCH-HERE?
Goad from a goat,
eyes from a newt,
mad wizard's hat,
hag's very-old boot.
Warts from a toad,
wings from a bat,
legs from a frog,
drop all in the vat.
Stir the cauldron
with a witch's broom.
So whirls the earth
that casts a gloom.
THE-HOOKY-COOKY-HOOT
A wizard with words find,
and the comic-line's hook,
cast his particular magic
did funnyman Peter Cook.
Comedian, yes comedian he,
and a guy of word-wizardry.
THE IMPERFECT-PICTURE-FILLING-
YOU'LL-FIND
When the jigsaw piece does not fit
some will try and force it to,
like a child at the end of his wits,
the full picture wanting to view.
This is the way with their politics.
They must dispose of the people who
reveal holes still in their big-pic
or force the misfits. Press-down-hard sure do.
HARD-TO-LOVE-THE-EARTH-PEOPLE-
WE-DON'T-KNOW-OR-MIGHT-NOT-EVEN-LIKE
There is love-and-hate
and neutrality.
None is known
for its longevity.
I love the world not,
nor do I hate it.
Love? Hate? Globe,
find I await it.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 200 (A)
THE-HEART'S-DEEP-TREASURE-
IS-RIGHT-HERE
By a tropical lagoon
under the night's red-moon.
The whispering tide.
Gold-brown-girl at my side.
Yes a gold-brown-girl,
teeth of white-pearl.
I cross my heart's lot,
X marks the treasure-spot.
IS-RIGHT-HERE
By a tropical lagoon
under the night's red-moon.
The whispering tide.
Gold-brown-girl at my side.
Yes a gold-brown-girl,
teeth of white-pearl.
I cross my heart's lot,
X marks the treasure-spot.
for PATTAYA TRADER 199 (E)
A-VIOLIN-VOYAGER
Nero may have fiddled
while Rome burnt down,
but a noble-spirited violinist -
with panic all-around -
played upon the Titanic
knowing that he would drown.
He was very much a hero.
Not to be said for evil Nero.
LEAR-AND-BEER-LINES
There was a man named Lear
who'd a Limerick-listening ear.
He wrote verses five-lined -
and all of them rhymed -
sat drinking frothy beer.
THE-WHOLE-IST-LIST'S-
NOT-HERE
There are the pugilists and pacifists.
The sadists and the masochists.
The capitalists and the communists.
The fascists and the anarchists.
The humanists and the cutwrists.
Nero may have fiddled
while Rome burnt down,
but a noble-spirited violinist -
with panic all-around -
played upon the Titanic
knowing that he would drown.
He was very much a hero.
Not to be said for evil Nero.
LEAR-AND-BEER-LINES
There was a man named Lear
who'd a Limerick-listening ear.
He wrote verses five-lined -
and all of them rhymed -
sat drinking frothy beer.
THE-WHOLE-IST-LIST'S-
NOT-HERE
There are the pugilists and pacifists.
The sadists and the masochists.
The capitalists and the communists.
The fascists and the anarchists.
The humanists and the cutwrists.
Friday, October 18, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 199 (D)
THE-POISONOUS-PYTHON-YES
Round the bend the traffic snakes.
All the vehicles have on their brakes.
Their invisible fumes are venemous.
The green-light-man should now show.
He signals the halted walkers to go.
Stopped the lorry, the car-and-bus.
Nothing to do with the green park he.
Nor has the huge, long snake I see.
Round the bend the traffic snakes.
All the vehicles have on their brakes.
Their invisible fumes are venemous.
The green-light-man should now show.
He signals the halted walkers to go.
Stopped the lorry, the car-and-bus.
Nothing to do with the green park he.
Nor has the huge, long snake I see.
for PATTAYA TRADER 199 (C)
YES-A-DICKY-OLD-GUY-SEEKS-
GOLDEN-BROWN-GIRL
They come from near Cambodia
and they come from near Laos,
to work in the huge cities
they hear are a sacred-cash-cow,
and meet the Dick Whittingtons
who are seeking Siamese cats,
or rather Thai sex-kittens
for more than just warm chats.
Yes there are girls from the farms
who have journeyed long and far
to find the sois aren't lined with gold
but a few old men's pockets are.
WE-JUST-DON'T-LIKE-THE-REAL-JOKERS-
ON-THE-OPPOSITE-SIDE?
Alternative comedians,
establishment knockers.
How many of us love 'em
as we do guitar-star rockers.
But isn't it just showbiz
as they take our pay?
And isn't London Mayor Boris
a joker who makes our day?
GOLDEN-BROWN-GIRL
They come from near Cambodia
and they come from near Laos,
to work in the huge cities
they hear are a sacred-cash-cow,
and meet the Dick Whittingtons
who are seeking Siamese cats,
or rather Thai sex-kittens
for more than just warm chats.
Yes there are girls from the farms
who have journeyed long and far
to find the sois aren't lined with gold
but a few old men's pockets are.
WE-JUST-DON'T-LIKE-THE-REAL-JOKERS-
ON-THE-OPPOSITE-SIDE?
Alternative comedians,
establishment knockers.
How many of us love 'em
as we do guitar-star rockers.
But isn't it just showbiz
as they take our pay?
And isn't London Mayor Boris
a joker who makes our day?
for PATTAYA TRADER 199 (B)
A TWO-IN-ONE-TRYST
"She turned him purple with her poison,
oh yes, indeed, your Honour."
I paraphrase the words
the fair jury heard
about the guilty Belladonna.
"The woman's a wicked witch
though she looks a pretty flower.
Spend time with her
and oh, yes Sir,
you'll be dead within the hour."
I have never met a Bella
and I've never met a Donna.
The two together,
or as seperate lovers,
know them I don't wanna !
THE FREE-SPIRITS-YOU-FIND
There are rebels who wish
for a new conformity,
yet there are born-rebels
who can only be free
when pursuing their art
with a spiritual nobility.
TOTO?
Which should she choose?
Oh which should she choose?
The very novel's silver
or the film's ruby-red shoes?
She chose her shoes
and chased after rainbows
until those evil-slippers
cruelly crushed her toetoes !
YES-A-WORLDLY-WISE-MAN-
ON-WOMEN?
I've slept with some white,
red, yellow and black girls.
Perhaps that makes me
a real man of the world?
YES-THE-GOOD-LORD-JIM-
WAS-JUST-LET-GOING-RIGHT-ON
So, Jim'll Fix It?
What a foul joke !
The prick couldn't hide
behind his cigar smoke.
I just couldn't watch the guy.
Those who did, let him pass by.
"She turned him purple with her poison,
oh yes, indeed, your Honour."
I paraphrase the words
the fair jury heard
about the guilty Belladonna.
"The woman's a wicked witch
though she looks a pretty flower.
Spend time with her
and oh, yes Sir,
you'll be dead within the hour."
I have never met a Bella
and I've never met a Donna.
The two together,
or as seperate lovers,
know them I don't wanna !
THE FREE-SPIRITS-YOU-FIND
There are rebels who wish
for a new conformity,
yet there are born-rebels
who can only be free
when pursuing their art
with a spiritual nobility.
TOTO?
Which should she choose?
Oh which should she choose?
The very novel's silver
or the film's ruby-red shoes?
She chose her shoes
and chased after rainbows
until those evil-slippers
cruelly crushed her toetoes !
YES-A-WORLDLY-WISE-MAN-
ON-WOMEN?
I've slept with some white,
red, yellow and black girls.
Perhaps that makes me
a real man of the world?
YES-THE-GOOD-LORD-JIM-
WAS-JUST-LET-GOING-RIGHT-ON
So, Jim'll Fix It?
What a foul joke !
The prick couldn't hide
behind his cigar smoke.
I just couldn't watch the guy.
Those who did, let him pass by.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 199 (A)
A-JUICY-DOG'S-BONE
The phone was ringing.
The hour quite late.
In bed I was lying
with Kit-Off Kate.
It's the "dog and bone"
Cockneys call the telephone.
Like the dog with a bone,
his caller could wait !
The phone was ringing.
The hour quite late.
In bed I was lying
with Kit-Off Kate.
It's the "dog and bone"
Cockneys call the telephone.
Like the dog with a bone,
his caller could wait !
for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (G)
MADE-A-RIGHT-OLD-CHARLIE-OUT-
THE-CHAPLAIN-THEY-DAMN-WELL-DID
Came the military chaplain in his jeep,
regarding the boys as woolly-brained-sheep.
"Out of my way you flockers !" Beep-beep-beep,
"I want to park where you baa-baas keep
your supplies of food, your supplies of water."
The boys, who'd all slept with his daughter,
went to the market like lambs to the slaughter.
A she-wolf the chaplain's wife, nobody fought her
when there it was the war-boys caught her.
NOW-A-PAST-POETRY-PRESENTATION-SURE
I like the old poetics
of which the modernists disposed,
as well as archaic-usage.
To the past my door's not closed.
Alliteration and rhyme
you are sure to find I think fine.
SOWER-AND-NOW-REAPER
"Put the past behind you,
sure do not dwell.
Wise words, yes wise words,
we hear and tell.
But when the past
catches up with you,
it's for what you've done
not for what you now do.
THE-WINE-WITHOUT-THE-WHINER-I-HAVE
The girl liked to argue
and then make up.
For me it was bitter,
a poisoned cup.
A deadly thing,
further nail in the coffin.
Now alone am I,
and a sweet wine sup.
A BOOKPILE-PERSPECTIVE
You thought you'd an answer
until I came along
and posed too many questions
for you to depend upon
the reading of one book.
Girl go question everything.
Find more than one view
a hill of books can bring.
MORE-THAN-ONE-RIVER-LEADS-
THE-INDIVIDUAL-SOUL-HOME-
WITH-THE-SEA
When all are of one mind,
the same-same in the bind,
crammed onto an equal level,
no more talk of good and evil,
colourblind, dumb to free-speech,
deaf to what real-life might teach,
call it the grave of the dead,
not a reunion with a godhead.
THE-CHAPLAIN-THEY-DAMN-WELL-DID
Came the military chaplain in his jeep,
regarding the boys as woolly-brained-sheep.
"Out of my way you flockers !" Beep-beep-beep,
"I want to park where you baa-baas keep
your supplies of food, your supplies of water."
The boys, who'd all slept with his daughter,
went to the market like lambs to the slaughter.
A she-wolf the chaplain's wife, nobody fought her
when there it was the war-boys caught her.
NOW-A-PAST-POETRY-PRESENTATION-SURE
I like the old poetics
of which the modernists disposed,
as well as archaic-usage.
To the past my door's not closed.
Alliteration and rhyme
you are sure to find I think fine.
SOWER-AND-NOW-REAPER
"Put the past behind you,
sure do not dwell.
Wise words, yes wise words,
we hear and tell.
But when the past
catches up with you,
it's for what you've done
not for what you now do.
THE-WINE-WITHOUT-THE-WHINER-I-HAVE
The girl liked to argue
and then make up.
For me it was bitter,
a poisoned cup.
A deadly thing,
further nail in the coffin.
Now alone am I,
and a sweet wine sup.
A BOOKPILE-PERSPECTIVE
You thought you'd an answer
until I came along
and posed too many questions
for you to depend upon
the reading of one book.
Girl go question everything.
Find more than one view
a hill of books can bring.
MORE-THAN-ONE-RIVER-LEADS-
THE-INDIVIDUAL-SOUL-HOME-
WITH-THE-SEA
When all are of one mind,
the same-same in the bind,
crammed onto an equal level,
no more talk of good and evil,
colourblind, dumb to free-speech,
deaf to what real-life might teach,
call it the grave of the dead,
not a reunion with a godhead.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (F)
PICTURE-A-NOT-QUITE-
DEEP-DORIANNA
A Miss Jekyll is she
on the outside.
But there within
she's just a Miss Hyde.
Beauty is skin-deep
the people say.
Yes ugly within
is Miss Doria Gray.
YES-A-CLOWNS'-RING-AROUND
It pays to listen.
It pays to learn.
Nobody knows all
about the world in turn.
Find many think they do
and dare to tell us so.
Yes it pays to listen
and the foolish to know.
DEEP-DORIANNA
A Miss Jekyll is she
on the outside.
But there within
she's just a Miss Hyde.
Beauty is skin-deep
the people say.
Yes ugly within
is Miss Doria Gray.
YES-A-CLOWNS'-RING-AROUND
It pays to listen.
It pays to learn.
Nobody knows all
about the world in turn.
Find many think they do
and dare to tell us so.
Yes it pays to listen
and the foolish to know.
Monday, October 14, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (E)
LET-US-MAKE-HOT-LOVE-POETRY-
UNDER-THE-BED-COVERS-HMMM?
I am a busy Beevers,
fill books with verses could I.
Ah so many poetry pages.
Yes prolific is this guy,
just as you have noted girl.
And many have you read.
While you're not too tired,
might we make poetry in bed?
THE-LIONS-SLEPT-NOT-
LAST-NIGHT
I'm a sleeper in the raw
and she of the jungle-law
was to lay on me her paw
"Scratch my back the more.
Scratch my back lioness
in your state of undress.
Tonight I am sleepless,
just give me your sharp caress !"
THE-WRECKED-SEAWALLS-
AND-THE-CRUELLEST-STORMS?
Walls can keep men in,
they can keep men out.
Knock down the walls,
let bridges come about.
But be wary of a flood
and drowning in bad blood.
UNDER-THE-BED-COVERS-HMMM?
I am a busy Beevers,
fill books with verses could I.
Ah so many poetry pages.
Yes prolific is this guy,
just as you have noted girl.
And many have you read.
While you're not too tired,
might we make poetry in bed?
THE-LIONS-SLEPT-NOT-
LAST-NIGHT
I'm a sleeper in the raw
and she of the jungle-law
was to lay on me her paw
"Scratch my back the more.
Scratch my back lioness
in your state of undress.
Tonight I am sleepless,
just give me your sharp caress !"
THE-WRECKED-SEAWALLS-
AND-THE-CRUELLEST-STORMS?
Walls can keep men in,
they can keep men out.
Knock down the walls,
let bridges come about.
But be wary of a flood
and drowning in bad blood.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (D)
A NUDE-MUSE-IS-MINE
Like J.K. Hysmans are some
who just go against the grain
in their otherworldly-writings.
It's the naked-Muse my claim.
NANA-NAME-I-YOU
I name you Zola's Nana
in your upwards climb.
You sure take the stairs
to every man's good-time.
Your face is already, girl,
showing its hard-lines.
You seek a quickie-fortune
with a poverty-stricken mind.
Like J.K. Hysmans are some
who just go against the grain
in their otherworldly-writings.
It's the naked-Muse my claim.
NANA-NAME-I-YOU
I name you Zola's Nana
in your upwards climb.
You sure take the stairs
to every man's good-time.
Your face is already, girl,
showing its hard-lines.
You seek a quickie-fortune
with a poverty-stricken mind.
for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (C)
LEARNT-SOME-HARD-FACTS-
THIS-COUPLE-FIND
She wanted children
as many women do.
To please his wife
he gave her the two.
A boy and girl born.
A boy and girl grew.
She'd rarely the time
for her husband who
took himself a mistress,
teacher at the school
that his kids attended,
attended to her Mr Blue,
the unfaithful man
who felt young again;
his wife looking old,
by the children drained.
THE-BEWITCHING-HOUR
Not many lives are a silver-spoon.
Not many loves are a Mills-and-Boon.
I get the romance of a golden-moon
when it's with my Muse I'm in tune.
SOULLESS SALOME
The head upon the platter
made only of mortal matter,
dancing for such a treat
her own head's near her feet.
THIS-COUPLE-FIND
She wanted children
as many women do.
To please his wife
he gave her the two.
A boy and girl born.
A boy and girl grew.
She'd rarely the time
for her husband who
took himself a mistress,
teacher at the school
that his kids attended,
attended to her Mr Blue,
the unfaithful man
who felt young again;
his wife looking old,
by the children drained.
THE-BEWITCHING-HOUR
Not many lives are a silver-spoon.
Not many loves are a Mills-and-Boon.
I get the romance of a golden-moon
when it's with my Muse I'm in tune.
SOULLESS SALOME
The head upon the platter
made only of mortal matter,
dancing for such a treat
her own head's near her feet.
Friday, October 11, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (B)
CURTAIL-ALL-OUR-PLANT'S-
DAMN-RISKY-LEAKS
Karen Silkwood?
No, it was Wormwood.
"Ghosts of a whisper
as to leaks at Chernobyl
go chain-down do,
go chain-down, hobble.
Curtail to living-souls
our power-plant has wormholes !"
DAMN-RISKY-LEAKS
Karen Silkwood?
No, it was Wormwood.
"Ghosts of a whisper
as to leaks at Chernobyl
go chain-down do,
go chain-down, hobble.
Curtail to living-souls
our power-plant has wormholes !"
Thursday, October 10, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 198 (A)
LIFE'S-LESSONS-FIND
There's a philosophy says
suicide is no way out.
Lessons unlearnt in this life
shall once more come about.
Situations will be faced
during your next rebirth.
There's no escape from life
or lessons on this earth.
THE-GO-GREY-HEADS-AND-
GO-BALD-ONES-ARE-LOOMING-GIRL
Because I am going grey
maybe it should be took
that I am headed, girl,
for the distinguished look?
We are all headed for the grey
or the bald facts youth fades away.
A-REGENERATION-JUG-CHANT
Give us the Shangri-la
or a youth-fountain's-spa.
From way up, up afar
sure pour, pour, pour,
Aquarius. Renew, restore.
There's a philosophy says
suicide is no way out.
Lessons unlearnt in this life
shall once more come about.
Situations will be faced
during your next rebirth.
There's no escape from life
or lessons on this earth.
THE-GO-GREY-HEADS-AND-
GO-BALD-ONES-ARE-LOOMING-GIRL
Because I am going grey
maybe it should be took
that I am headed, girl,
for the distinguished look?
We are all headed for the grey
or the bald facts youth fades away.
A-REGENERATION-JUG-CHANT
Give us the Shangri-la
or a youth-fountain's-spa.
From way up, up afar
sure pour, pour, pour,
Aquarius. Renew, restore.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (H)
VALALLA'S-FATHER-GOD-
OF-ALL-FAR-LESSER-GODS
Burning ice,
biting flame,
this is how life
into being came.
The frost giants.
The fairies.
The Norse gods,
Allfathered these
Odin, Asgard as well.
The old tales tell.
THE-SWIMMING-POOL-GIRL-DREAMILY-PINES-
FOR-THE-GOOD-MAN-WHOM-HERSELF-IS-SO-ALIKE
Folklore tells the Isle of Man
is named after the seagod Manannan,
he of the Emerald Isle.
An Irish girl with seagreen eyes
swims across the pool and sighs
"Dream of a good merman I."
OF-ALL-FAR-LESSER-GODS
Burning ice,
biting flame,
this is how life
into being came.
The frost giants.
The fairies.
The Norse gods,
Allfathered these
Odin, Asgard as well.
The old tales tell.
THE-SWIMMING-POOL-GIRL-DREAMILY-PINES-
FOR-THE-GOOD-MAN-WHOM-HERSELF-IS-SO-ALIKE
Folklore tells the Isle of Man
is named after the seagod Manannan,
he of the Emerald Isle.
An Irish girl with seagreen eyes
swims across the pool and sighs
"Dream of a good merman I."
Monday, October 7, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (G)
FALLEN-ANGELS-FIND
There are guys who get pally
with every Sidewalk-Sally.
Served by girls with no bras
are the men in topless bars.
The Lost Angels of L.A.
work for drinking-guys at play.
From Heaven the angels fell
to make the best of Hell?
There are guys who get pally
with every Sidewalk-Sally.
Served by girls with no bras
are the men in topless bars.
The Lost Angels of L.A.
work for drinking-guys at play.
From Heaven the angels fell
to make the best of Hell?
for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (F)
THE-BOOK-AND-THE-BULLET-
THAT-CONDEMNED-READER-MALALA
It was over a holy book that
came a bullet to connect
with its schoolgirl target.
Wanted to end her intellect
the Moslem men, with a violence
Malala's views might silence.
THE-VISION-GIRL'S-
THIRD-VISAGE-NO?
The three faces of Hecate,
yes like the three-faced Hecate's she.
And like the Queen of the Witches,
what a witch-queen to me !
Two-faced was the gadabout girl
who suddenly vanished without a trace.
But she left me with a vision
of her features I call the third-face !
AFTER-A-FINAL-STORM
She'll think of him,
will sink or swim.
Perhaps go down
this girl, and drown;
or maybe she'll float
like a dream-boat,
as when together
before stormy-weather.
THE-SNOWY-MOUNTAIN-TRACKS-
WILL-ROCK-HIS-WORLD
He's on a high.
His arms show tracks.
It'll be a burden
upon his back,
a damn hefty load,
a sure heavy pack.
Snow-cruel habit his
alas and alack.
THAT-CONDEMNED-READER-MALALA
It was over a holy book that
came a bullet to connect
with its schoolgirl target.
Wanted to end her intellect
the Moslem men, with a violence
Malala's views might silence.
THE-VISION-GIRL'S-
THIRD-VISAGE-NO?
The three faces of Hecate,
yes like the three-faced Hecate's she.
And like the Queen of the Witches,
what a witch-queen to me !
Two-faced was the gadabout girl
who suddenly vanished without a trace.
But she left me with a vision
of her features I call the third-face !
AFTER-A-FINAL-STORM
She'll think of him,
will sink or swim.
Perhaps go down
this girl, and drown;
or maybe she'll float
like a dream-boat,
as when together
before stormy-weather.
THE-SNOWY-MOUNTAIN-TRACKS-
WILL-ROCK-HIS-WORLD
He's on a high.
His arms show tracks.
It'll be a burden
upon his back,
a damn hefty load,
a sure heavy pack.
Snow-cruel habit his
alas and alack.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (E)
FANTASIES-BEFORE-BEDTIME-
FOR-WE-DUO
The valkyries of Valhalla,
the harpies of old-Greece,
the angels of Heaven,
the ghosts of the deceased,
the goblins of Fairyland,
the merfolk of the deep.
Phantoms keep us wide-awake
and phantoms help us sleep,
and then it's dream we do
of further phantoms, me and you.
TO-THE-SNAKE-CHARMER'S-MUSIC-
SHE-DANCES-AND-UNWINDS-HER-TRESSES
A slim snaking body
and her Eastern eyes
that cast their spell,
that go mesmerise;
the girl dances slowly
to the charming tune,
empowered by the men
who came filled the room.
Shakes cobra-like she,
her dark-hair falls loose.
What man might resist?
And what mongoose?!
FOR-WE-DUO
The valkyries of Valhalla,
the harpies of old-Greece,
the angels of Heaven,
the ghosts of the deceased,
the goblins of Fairyland,
the merfolk of the deep.
Phantoms keep us wide-awake
and phantoms help us sleep,
and then it's dream we do
of further phantoms, me and you.
TO-THE-SNAKE-CHARMER'S-MUSIC-
SHE-DANCES-AND-UNWINDS-HER-TRESSES
A slim snaking body
and her Eastern eyes
that cast their spell,
that go mesmerise;
the girl dances slowly
to the charming tune,
empowered by the men
who came filled the room.
Shakes cobra-like she,
her dark-hair falls loose.
What man might resist?
And what mongoose?!
Monday, September 30, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (D)
YES-ALONG-TROTTED-
MEATY-RED-TROTSKY
I read about dumb-animals
who the 'Red-Flag' sang,
conned by the three pigs
Bacon, Pork and Ham.
Or Lenin, Stalin, Trotsky.
Trotsky from Stalin ran.
Or did he just trot along
from a fairytale-farm, Orwellian?
KINKY-KICKS
Honor Blackman
Avenging white woman,
titillating tv viewing.
My karate-chop,
my juicy-lamb-chop,
my boyhood pin-up-girl going !
THE-DEATHLY-BUTTERFLY-COLLECTION-
YOU'RE-SURE-TO-FIND
Dead butterflies pinned-down
in an evil-collector's glass case,
that is the collective's lot
as to an off-guard human race.
IT-IS-A-MOON-GOLD-STAG-AM-I-LADY
A hound bays in the night
that is otherwise still.
I hold you close, hold you tight,
I'm like a stag on a hill
crowned with stars and moonlight
for you have been my fill.
YES-A-SELF-SERVED-SLAVE-FIND-ARE-YOU
You speak of love and justice,
but hate and envy rules
in a heart I know to be cold
and in eyes that no-one fools.
You speak of an equality of things,
yet those who disagree you treat as underlings.
MEATY-RED-TROTSKY
I read about dumb-animals
who the 'Red-Flag' sang,
conned by the three pigs
Bacon, Pork and Ham.
Or Lenin, Stalin, Trotsky.
Trotsky from Stalin ran.
Or did he just trot along
from a fairytale-farm, Orwellian?
KINKY-KICKS
Honor Blackman
Avenging white woman,
titillating tv viewing.
My karate-chop,
my juicy-lamb-chop,
my boyhood pin-up-girl going !
THE-DEATHLY-BUTTERFLY-COLLECTION-
YOU'RE-SURE-TO-FIND
Dead butterflies pinned-down
in an evil-collector's glass case,
that is the collective's lot
as to an off-guard human race.
IT-IS-A-MOON-GOLD-STAG-AM-I-LADY
A hound bays in the night
that is otherwise still.
I hold you close, hold you tight,
I'm like a stag on a hill
crowned with stars and moonlight
for you have been my fill.
YES-A-SELF-SERVED-SLAVE-FIND-ARE-YOU
You speak of love and justice,
but hate and envy rules
in a heart I know to be cold
and in eyes that no-one fools.
You speak of an equality of things,
yet those who disagree you treat as underlings.
Friday, September 27, 2013
for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (C)
YES-IT-WAS-THE-FULL-NIGHT-HOOFERS-
MY-LADY-AND-I
I liked to dance
and she did too;
we'd dance, dance, dance,
the whole-night through.
Yes dance, dance, dance,
the whole-night through;
hoofed it, hoofed it,
did the trotty-horseshoe.
She was my mare,
her stallion I.
under a black
blanketed sky
(inside-the-disco !).
MY-LADY-AND-I
I liked to dance
and she did too;
we'd dance, dance, dance,
the whole-night through.
Yes dance, dance, dance,
the whole-night through;
hoofed it, hoofed it,
did the trotty-horseshoe.
She was my mare,
her stallion I.
under a black
blanketed sky
(inside-the-disco !).
for PATTAYA TRADER 197 (B)
THE-DANCE-OF-DEATH-DOES-
VERY-CRUEL-AND-EVIL-KALI
There was a golden age
a long, long time ago.
Man's in his last stage,
the legend tells us so.
We're in the fourth stage,
Kali does the death-dance.
Crimes of of war sure rage,
she holds men in a trance.
Return the golden age?
The legend tells us so.
It seems a long uphill way,
for down the hill we go.
THE-CUCKOO-BIRD'S-SILLIER-SONG-
I-HEARD
"Nice, nice, nice,
what a silly-word.
It means nothing,"
sang the bird.
"It means pleasant,
unpleasant are you,"
I said to the bird
that's a cuckoo.
LIVING-OVER-THE-HAG'S-
BROMSTICK
Jump over a broom and hitch
did the wizard and the witch.
Black slaves did it, poor folk too.
A way to wed when pennies are few.
Jump over a broom, save the expense,
or just live in sin as man and wench !
VERY-CRUEL-AND-EVIL-KALI
There was a golden age
a long, long time ago.
Man's in his last stage,
the legend tells us so.
We're in the fourth stage,
Kali does the death-dance.
Crimes of of war sure rage,
she holds men in a trance.
Return the golden age?
The legend tells us so.
It seems a long uphill way,
for down the hill we go.
THE-CUCKOO-BIRD'S-SILLIER-SONG-
I-HEARD
"Nice, nice, nice,
what a silly-word.
It means nothing,"
sang the bird.
"It means pleasant,
unpleasant are you,"
I said to the bird
that's a cuckoo.
LIVING-OVER-THE-HAG'S-
BROMSTICK
Jump over a broom and hitch
did the wizard and the witch.
Black slaves did it, poor folk too.
A way to wed when pennies are few.
Jump over a broom, save the expense,
or just live in sin as man and wench !
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