Friday, July 26, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 188 (E)

DO-LIQUORED-LITARARY-LECTURE-
PENMAN-CAPOTE?
Story was Truman Capote
before the students stood
to speak about being a writer,
but in a drunken mood
said "Eff-off home and write then !"
Did he say it 'In Cold Blood'?

CORRECTION

The next verse should read EXOTICA-CUM-EROTICA-WAS-LADY-LADDA and the first line 'Erotic and exotic'. (There's a subtle difference!).

Thursday, July 25, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 188 (D)

YES-EROTICA-CUM-EXOTICA-
WAS-LADY-LADDA
Exotic and erotic,
no-one has her in his pocket.
This Madame-Butterfly sails free.

Yes exotic and erotic,
nobody has her in his pocket
(only some dreamy seamen's lockets
imprison a picture of unchaste she!).

IT'S-THE-VERY-WORDY-AND-
COSMICALLY-ATOM-HEARTED-
AUTHOR-OF-US-ALL-PERHAPS?
We are each waves
upon the vast cosmos's sea?
A wide ocean of atoms
which father you and me?
Born of an imagination
to which we are illusion?
Is 'beginning' and 'end'
a fiction? A delusion?

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 188 (C)

THE-CLOWN-AROUND-KIND-HE-IS
She finds him funny,
crude, wild and scary.
He reminds her of
the comic Jim Carrey.
She can't tell what will come round
when with a kind of circus-clown.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 188 (B)

THE-COSMIC-CHRISTMASTIME
Cosmic candles
on a black-iced-cake
find the stars
and the dark-night make.
The time of year has come
for the death-and-rebirth of the sun.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 188 (A)

THE-LETHAL-TRIGGER-GIRL-
WAS-DRESSED-TO-THRILL !
A girl with killing-looks
shot me her "Hello."
She'd a glance that asked
"Would you like to know?"

Dressed all in black
she took the mighty-strain
of the shaggy-beast
that was on a chain.

One just may have knelt,
but I was to stand strong;
here inside my heart
a song, a sweet song;

and here in my eyes
"Yes I'd like to know."
A girl with killing-looks
shot me her "Hello."

THE-SAD-OLD-QUEENIE-
CLINGS-TO-HOPE
A Quentin Crisp type sure,
the guy is starting to sag
like a limp lettuce leaf.
He's the King's-Cross queen in drag.
Of his station he is well-aware.
Comers-and-goers might greet him there !

YES-DESPOTIC-MISTRESS-MOODY'S-
BITE-IS-CRUEL !
"What are you smiling about?"
she asks when she is down,
and when her turn to be up,
asks you why you frown.

With her moods be in tune,
with her darkness and her light.
Follow her sun, follow her moon.
Keep in step or find she'll cruelly-bite !

VOYAGE-OF-DISCOVERY
I spy you on the beach, my pretty,
I watch you, girl, as you train.
What you may lose in pounds
is surely the sand's own gain.

Following in your footprints
way across the yellow dunes,
lady mine I want you
on the cliff beneath the moon,

or under the summery sun
in some secluded nook,
exploring your every cranny
like a veritable Captain Cook !

Yes lady I sure do want you,
I'm brazen as is the breeze.
Ah lady I sure do want you,
I'm as salty as are the seas.

Friday, July 19, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 187 (G)

YEARS-SURE-DO-SHIP-OUT
I was young Tom Sawyer
and you Huckleberry Finn -
as down upon Albion
a summery-sun was smiling
like a huge dandelion -
in our donkey field days
viewing the passing girls
going their long-legged ways.
The nearby river ran
towards the beach and sea
where stood the Ship Inn.
John Andrew, smuggler-king he,
dwelt there for a time,
as dwelt we in the grass.
Ships come, ships go,
years, like girls, sail past.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 187 (F)

BIG-GREEN-EYED-GIRL'S-
UNJUSTLY-JEALOUS-NATURE
She had her beady eye on me.
An eye that was green with jealousy.
A jealousy that had no grounds.
A jealousy which knew no bounds.
Like Big-Sister watching me,
not Nineteen-Eighty-Four, but Ninety-Three,
no drug I am sure could make
an eye so beady and as wide awake !

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 187 (E)

IT-WAS-NOW-THE-DOLL'S-
CASABLANCA-TIME-FOR-HUMPHREY
Like Humphrey Bogart -
or Woody Allen -
a romantic-memory
you can play again Sam.
Let the girl go free,
yes set her flying,
it's many a marriage find
that's an earth-bound-dying.

SURELY-SHALLOW-ARE-YOU-YES
You tell me there are folk worse than you.
Morality by comparison is your favourite view.
"Get behind me demons," you sure do say,
but then you ask the angels to turn away.
Your very-pretty-face and sugary-tongue
would even leave a courtroom jury hung.
Only a good judge of character may fathom
that as to depths, girl, you just don't have them.

THE-HIGH-FLYING-BIRD-HERE-FIND
A 'Fear Of Flying'?
That's not Erica Jong.
'How To Save Your Own Life'?
She's saved more than one
via her novel-writing
and her versifying.
Funny-Jong sure can
have no 'Fear Of Flying' !

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 187 (D)

TROD-UNDERFOOT-BY-A-
SIAMESE-LADY-ROSE-FIND
Barefoot she trod upon my back,
the oriental massage girl who
went by the name of Rosy-Apple,
a name on which I began to chew.
Ah such a lovely-female was she.
The only lady I've let walk all-over me !

50 +
I am nearing 60,
but you think 40.
My father was nearing 90
and some thought 70.
There are those will say
it's the act of creativity
or it is in the genes
this long youth and virility.
I am no Dorian Gray,
yet I do like to play !

THE-BLOODY-NEIGHBOURS !
The purpley-red bramble-berry blood
stains the hand that has plucked
the fruit from the very thorny-bush
on the outskirts of her neighbourhood.
Not one berry has been overlooked.
The girl's still got the neighbourly touch !

for PATTAYA TRADER 187 (C)

THE-BLUE-NIGHT-LADY-DUES-
PAY-YOU-BRUTE
Go pay the girl,
go pay your dues.
You used her body
now don't you abuse.
Don't call her shit,
don't slap her face.
You've had you fun
so show some grace.
Fair play, fair pay,
fair exchange, I say.
Yes pay the girl
and then go your way.

ALWAYS-UNDER-THE-DARK-WEATHER-
IS-WELL-DRUNK-DENNY
Poor down-under Denny
is now without a penny.
He left England for Oz,
a wizard idea that was
to make of him a wombat,
a wallaby and a doormat
for a girl whom he met
at a sundown, a sunset
that filled him with romance.
She led him a merry-dance.
Her so rosy-red-lipped smile
became the mouth of a crocodile.
Days of wine turned to beer,
waterholes to wells of tears.
Beneath a black cloud,
shiny-rainbows aren't allowed.

for PATTAYA TRADER 187 (B)

YES-A-LATE-COFFEE-CUPFUL-
FINDS-NOT-A-YOUNG-MISS
I would ask her round for coffee,
she'd say "Some other night."
I asked another girl round for coffee,
and things turned-out just right.
The first girl said she'd been playing hard to get,
and my coffee-percolator left her a cup of regret.

Monday, July 8, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 187 (A)

DOWN-MEMORY-LANE-RIDE-I
I bus down lane memory
where a fgirl I'm viewing
is seated across from me.
The girl's name is Lyn.
Blonde and beautiful,
a picture of perfection,
I viewed her in my window,
catching her reflection.
She no more takes the bus
and no more do I.
Only the reflective bus
of my memory do I ride.

ROLLING STONE
Owning nothing
and no-one owing,
on freedom's road
he's downward going.
To turn around, upwards climb,
is not for he and his carefree mind.

FIND-TIME-FOR-DO
Moonbelly hopes to produce a bright son.
Her husband wishes for a starry daughter.
Whatsoever the child who comes along,
father-will-have-time, and-of-course-will-mother.

THE-WHITE-WINE-TOAST-
AT-A-YELLOWY-RED-SUNDOWN
Their day is dawning
while ours now closes.
Here's to the Thai beauties
and to the Thai cuties,
I drink to the-red-and-the-yellow-roses !

LAND-LUBBERY-AND-BOSOM-BLUBBERY !
The guy was known as a sailor,
and some will say a whaler
when he sat on the jetty
with big-bosomed-Betty.
I'm told he'd get all sweaty
spelling her name with Alphaspaghetti;
whistling with great-delight
when she wore her fishnet-tights.
Betty was a barmaid from The Hops,
where she wore her tarty-tops.
Sailors love a slice of tart.
She warmed the cockles of his heart.
Say her name and see him smart.
Long time at sea, ship into any port !

Friday, July 5, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 186 (G)

WHAT-DOES-THIS-WOMAN-DESIRE?
She wants a man to protect her.
She needs a man as a defender.
She wants security,
but also to fly free
just like a man, the girl says,
but will bind him to her ways;
to how feminists want MEN to BE !

Thursday, July 4, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 186 (F)

AN-OUT-AND-OUT-DUMB-ASS-
AN-ASSASSIN?
Ghandi was a good man many will say,
and Martin Luther King and JFK.
They'll tell you John Lennon a good guy too.
It seems nobody assassinates the bad men who
have some influence on this unfair earth.
To assassins do great-asses give birth?

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 186 (E)

THE-VERY-SNAKY-RIVERHEAD
A rusty-red-river runs
into a wave-rolling-clear-blue-sea;
snakes venemously into the-vast-ocean.
Oh the sea, no wonder blue is she !

A-DOUBLE-SHADED-BLUE-
FOR-SURE-WE-FIND
The grey skies of industry are going,
as many-people called for them to do.
But with the industries, jobs, find, are going.
Up above and here below, a joint-blue.

Monday, July 1, 2013

for PATTAYA TRADER 186 (D)

DAILY-NEWSPAPER
News wraps around fish-and-chips.
News lines the cat-litter tray.
News becomes toilet-flushed
when it's as old as yesterday.

REALLY-ONLY-A-ROLE-PLAYING-POEM
He's a star of blue movies,
but it makes you think
when his off-screen-girls say
he dyes his pubic hair pink
when not on the film-set
and hangs out only with boys.
Films - of course - aren't reality,
and actors only a face and voice.

SO-DOWNRIGHT-UPPITY-
AS-TO-THE-BARD
Some are sure it was Bacon
who wrote Shakespeare's plays,
and thus was word-wise
in many-more ways.
It's only the uppity-class can so excell,
not the lowly-class, to hear them tell.

WILL-A-MAN'S-FORGIVEN-GIRL-
EVEN-FOOL-A-JUDGE-AND-JURY-ALSO?
The girl asked his forgiveness,
caught out as to a petty-crime.
Yes the girl asked for forgiveness
each and every-time,
because from forgiveness
she would not learn,
she played on forgiveness
knowing she'd return
to further petty-crime,
until the day came
that she went big-time,
got herself a bad-name.
Her first sniff of court,
go easy might the law,
then soon out of prison
she'll carry on as before?