for PATTAYA TRADER 217 (F)

BORDERLINES-AND-A-ROSY-BLOOD?
Horse and Serpent in
Old English, Ros and Lin.
As wise as serpents be,
who go to a war that's holy,
mounted on your horses backs,
like warrior-monks on track
for hell and fury. Knights fine.
Defenders of the Rose-Line.

for PATTAYA TRADER 217 (E)

THE-ARTHURIAN-HUNT
Part-lion, part-leopard,
with a snake's head;
thus is the Questing-Beast
of King Arthur, it is said.

Pursue it, go pursue it;
keep on the creature's tail.
But hunter you'll not bag it.
It's allusive as the Holy-Grail !

THE-WIDE-EYE-OPENING-WINDOW-
WILL-HELP-YOU-NOT
You'd like it to be crystal clear.
Or in a smoking-mirror appear
your futurity and your fate.
Your life soon, your body late.
Take things, girl, as they come and go.
Why widen worry with such a window?

(correction)
FIND-MUSICAL-PAN-PIPES-WERE-MADE-
OF-LOVELY-NYMPH-SYRINX
Run from Pan's very-desirous needs.
Run from Pan, towards the reeds
and bullrushes of river or lake.
Run Syrinx, for Zeus's sake !
Change into a clump of reeds do,
Pan will make pipes and music of you !

for PATTAYA TRADER 217 (D)

THE UNION SOLDIERS
He a shaman,
a medicine man,
saw a unity of tribes.
Hiawatha his name.
Find did he fame.
To Heaven crossed the skies
in a magic canoe.
Hiawatha went oaring
but on went warring
with the soldiers in blue.

AMONGST-A-WINGED-COMPANY-SITS-ICARUS?
With his stubborn horse-sense,
tried to fly did he, Icarus.
Wing-wax melting in the sun,
he flew like no Greek-Pegasus.
And so down from the sky he fell.
Amongst the angels he'll fare more well?

PAN-PIPES-AND-MUSIC-WERE-MADE-
OF-LOVELY-NYMPH-SYRINX-FIND
Run from Pan's very-desirous needs.
Run from Pan, towards the reeds
and bullrushes of river or lake.
Run Syrinx, for Zeus's sake !
Change into a clump of reeds do,
Pan will make pipes and music of you !

for PATTAYA TRADER 217 (C)

DEVOURED-BY-INFAMOUS-SIRENS-
OF-A-ROUGH-AND-READY-WIDE-SEA?
Some think it a kraken swallowed
the crew of the Marie Celeste.
Sweet Marie, oh sweet Marie,
were the crew, then, unblessed?

Perhaps they met with Behemoth?
Or perhaps with Leviathan?
Maybe jaded-sirens of the blue sea
cursed your virgin-name, took every-man?

LIKE-A-SCREECH-OWL-SURE-WAS-SHE
Her man was on the wheel
of shifts with Sheffield Steel.
Was he coming? Was he going?
No wiser nightshift-owl. Growing
tired, too, working shifts on a day.
But sleepless weekends, in bed he lay.
His wife did the screeching, folk say.

DEPARTING-THE-GIRL-WHO-IS-JUST-
ALWAYS-BAD-NEWS
The harbinger of a beckoning death,
the banshees wail alone steals your breath.
She steals my breath, stole not my heart.
The damn ghoulish-girl do I now depart.

A-STRIPPER'S-KILLING-STAGECRAFT-
ALOOFNESS-SOME-MEN-DO-GET-TO-BRIDGE-
YOU-GUYS !
The girl has got thighs
as strong as steel girders,
to hear some guys sighs.
Hers are the G-string murders.
Yes she is a killer
claim those privileged
of having come across her.
They who have bridged
the wide strip men can sure see
between them and this-Gypsy-Rose-Lee.

(correction: 'and their beatings sounding like thunder' in OBERON verse below)

for PATTAYA TRADER 217 (B)

YES-IT-WAS-A-MAJESTIC-MIDGET-SWAN-RIDER-
CROSSED-OVER-AND-ABOVE-OUR-VERY-OLD-
ISLAND-BRITAIN
Ah the Fairy-King, Oberon,
royally rode a white-swan
as the god Vishnu did Garuda
whose gold-wings flashed like lightning
and whose beatings sure sounded like thunder.
Yes the Fairy-King, Oberon,
royally rode a white-swan
over Avalon and the rest of Albion.

for PATTAYA TRADER 217 (A)

GOLDEN-GODDESS-FREYA-OF-
DWARVES-AND-FELINES
In her cat-drawn-chariot she rides,
one of Woden's several goddess brides.
The Valkyrie Freya, feline queen
of cats and fairies. Allfather, god supreme
of they the Norsemen, they the oarsmen,
of the Vikings, Woden of the raven,
tears of fairy-gold she shall weep
when you are gone; into final sleep?

AMERICA'S-ALWAYS-DRUNK-
ALICE-COOPER
As a rock 'n' roller
his voice he'd pitch.
Took the damned name
of a long-ago witch.

Held ever in his hand
a can of Budweiser.
An alcoholic Cooper.
Now bud, he's wiser.

THE-DREAMY-WARLOCK-IN-THE-
LONELY-OLD-CRONE'S-DEEP-SLEEP
Trials with trolls
and long trails of travel
brought the warlock
to the lowly crone's hovel.
A broth came to the boil.
A bowl of it he was fed.
Then the weary warlock
she showed where to bed.
He dreampt of a white-witch
who was young like he,
and when he'd awoken,
naked there stood she.
Offspring of the crone,
so she revealed to he,
along with her fine figure
in its total nudity.
But the crone's gown lay
raven-black on the floor.
Who posed as the daughter
was the crone, for damn sure.
"I know who you are.
You're not what you seem."
And then the crone awoke.
The warlock but a dream.

for PATTAYA TRADER 216 (G)

CAUGHT-IN-A-CIRCULAR-SPOTLIGHT
At The Purple Onion?
Find a right royal colour
for the bluesman's band,
he with his red hot holler
in the round of the white-light
that's peeled the dark skin of night.

for PATTAYA TRADER 216 (F)

NOW-OF-PISTOLS-COCKED-
TELL-I-FOLKS !
Rooster Cockburn
though he was Rooster Cogburn.
He wore an eyepatch
where an old boiler -
a proud cock annoyer -
gave him a sharp-scratch.
He marshalled chicks
and took his pick
of the henhouse horde.
He was the only gun
inside the chicken run.
My oh my, how he crowed !

DO-FIND-RIGHT-LEGGY-
HALF-THAI-GIRL
In your cheongsam,
high mandarin collar,
half-Chinese lady
you're looking top dollar.
Each side slit to the thigh.
Left leg's Chinese? Right one's Thai?

NETTED-BY-THE-HOT-SIAMESE-
NAGA-GIRL?
Making love with her
was never dull.
So soft, so sweet,
and so sensual,
she'd lie naked.
Was so beautiful.
Our love-making
as if spiritual.
Ah, maybe it was
Tantrically sexual?
No verbal intercourse.
No conversations intellectual.
It was as if
I was bewitched.
South-East Asian magic.
By a naga fished?

HOT-AS-HELL-THE-PART-THAI-LADY-
BURNT-UP-ALL-MY-SAUCE !
She came from the West Side,
from near Hell's Kitchen.
Burnt me dry my American-Thai.
She clung to me like lichen !

for PATTAYA TRADER 216 (E)

WATCHTOWERING-NATION-INTERNS?
It's often friends and family
who'll stab you in the back
while you watch out for strangers
should they your rear attack.

And the word 'trust' 'trust' 'trust'
is so very much abused.
George Bush Senior's lips were read.
Americans believed, were used.

Can you trust your neighbours,
love them even like them?
The best is to try tolerate
and be your own watchman.

(Correction: 'rhythm' should be the spelling in DANCING DOLLS below)

for PATTAYA TRADER 216 (D)

GOING-TO-A-VERY-EARLY-
GRAVE-NO?
The early bird catches
the worm... but wait...
the early worm caught
by the bird sure-ends-up-late !

PATTAYA-ROLLING-STONES'-BAR'S-
DANCING-DOLLS
The duo dance.
The girls will get blisters.
A dynamic pair
Siam's Dolly-Sisters.
With rythmn they rock,
with rythmn they roll,
under the hugest
Mick Jagger lips logo.

for PATTAYA TRADER 216 (C)

VERY-DRUNKEN-DYONISUS-KIND-OF-DANCERS?
The bright berries of the wine-bush
may the workers come to crush.
We'll drink like the god-Bacchus,
and dance, girl, like Dyonisus !

NOW-IT-IS-THE-SOUGHT-NOUGHT-HERE
Let the mind shine light upon,
and seek the source behind the sun.
There is nothing to be sought?
It's the No-Thing, it's the nought
round as worlds, round as the sun
added thoughts sure have sprung.

for PATTAYA TRADER 216 (B)

HAIRCUT-ONLY-AND-SURE-NO-VERY-
CLOSE-SHAVE-IT-IS-YOU-HEAR-ME-LOUD-LARRY?!
"Something for the weekend?"
asked the sharp-scissors guy
after he had cut my hair
and at me winked his eye.
His head lowered by mine,
I sat in the barber's chair.
His words were a whisper.
Reflected in the mirror there,
it was  as if we were one
beneath the single sheet
that served as the cover
that caught my sheered fleece.
He was pointing to the Durex
that he sold. Then again,
"Something for the weekend?"
I replied "No my friend.
I've no need for Durex.
My lady's on the pill."
He gave me a withered-look.
Took my money to the till.

for PATTAYA TRADER 216 (A)

BASK-DO-I-IN-A-HOT-SIAMESE-CAT-LADY'S-
BASTLIKE-SMILE-OH-YES !
Bast, offspring of Isis.
Bast of the cat or lion-head.
Bast, director of the sun's rays
it once had been said.
Musicians play, dancers dance,
time for a Bast festivity.
I bask in the very-sunny-smile
of a sure-catlike Siamese lady.

WENT-A-WATER-HORSE-KNIGHT-RIDER
A fairy-knight upon a kelpie rode.
It swam as fast as the river flowed
through the valley 'tween highland hills.
And under an old haggy's spells
her minute minions took up their bows
and fired at the pair poisoned arrows.
But swam the kelpie with such speed
the arrows missed the knight and his steed.
There is magic in thoughts just as fast,
and imaginations that sure do spellcast.

GREENFINGERED-LOVE-BOLT
A love-apple is
the very tomato
that needs a hothouse
to grow and grow.
Her cute-body's a hothouse
for a fruity-heart
grown big for a boy
via Cupid's love-dart.

FIND-A-SUNNY-RETURN-
FOR-US-BOTH
Gone with the wind -
to return with the sun -
like a carpetbagger
who'd left you undone.
Fickle girl, you still want the man.
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

MARX-BROTHERS'-COMEDY-HA-HA
It was one religion
went replaced another.
The materialist regime
of Marxist brothers.
Don't dare laugh, you can't,
to your death you'll go.
The leader is humourless,
he's sure no Groucho !

for PATTAYA TRADER 215 (F)

ITHE-IMAGIANATION-SURE-GETS-TIRED-
ALSO-THE-TOY-RACE-HORSE-LADY
Girl ride your rocking-horse
round an imaginery course,
but find your chances grow thinner
as a rocking-horse winner.

Like the boy in the short-story,
comes an end to your glory.
The lose after win comes round
like the horse rocks up then down.

for PATTAYA TRADER 215 (E)

A-SO-VERY-FAMILIAR-BOAT-BUT-
A-FOREIGN-WAY-OF-LIFE-OVERSEAS
All in the same boat,
except the privileged few.
The same in every country
you may wish to view.

Every country a ship,
its people a crew.
Up in the crow's nest
sure are a privileged few.

THE-SUPERHOT-NEWS-NOW-FAST-
OFF-THE-PRESS !
Is it a bird?
Is it a plane?
No, it's Superman
soaring with Lois Lane !

The Daily Planet
has pressmen absent
from its newspaper.
Wherever's Clark Kent?

It is no bird.
It is no plane.
It's a super-lover
flying high Miss Lane !

for PATTAYA TRADER 215 (D)

THE-GUY-BURIED-HIS-HATCHET-IN-
THE-WRETCHED-BOGEYHOUND'S-HEAD
The bogeywoman had a bogeydog,
and their abode was by a big bog
where wallowed the wild-hogs,
the warty toads and the slimy frogs.
The woodcutter was stacking logs.
She sent her fairy-chasing bogeydog
after him, the bogeywoman of the bog.
The woodcutter his small axe wielded.
Now in the bog the bogeydog is buried.

for PATTAYA TRADER 215 (C)

FIND-THE-WHITE-ROGUE-ELEPHANT-
TRULY-GOT-BUILT !
I made a big-noise,
but the rogue Company ran
and built its white elephant.
There it was to stand
down on the seafront,
in small Saltburn town.
Turn of the townfolk
to make a big-sound !

for PATTAYA TRADER 215 (B)

(pored over, not 'poured' over, is the correction for the WIZARD verse below this verse)

TUATHA-DE-DANAAN
Majestic Irish-fairies
born of the goddess Dana.
The Cauldron of Plenty theirs;
the Cauldron of Dagda.

Giants once they were,
but tiny did they grow,
and the hollow hills
they now dwell below.

Perhaps inside a palace
beneath the Irish-sea
you'll find what's left
of their gallantry,
though like a fish-man
you'll have to be.

for PATTAYA TRADER 215 (A)

BURDENS-OF-MEN-AND-EVEN-WISE-WIZARDS
Not a parrot on his shoulder
that was swearing like a soldier,
nor a rook from the rookery
but a jackdaw from the quarry.
Unrolled yellow-brown scrolls
the foe of the hillside trolls.
A hermit and a wizard he,
the bird his only company,
poured over his magic-books,
with his wise if wizened looks.
"Time is a lie, life tells no truth,
return to me the spirit of youth,"
chanted the wizard again and again.
No sign of age was to remain.
His just-wars he could continue.
It is life's battles make old the new.

SHE-SURE-WAS-A-TINY-CARPET'S-
CARTOON-TYPE-PERSON
She'd curl-up on the fireside-mat,
there she'd purr just like a pussycat
when she wasn't acting like a spoilt-brat.
Tempting to join her, but there was the fact
the girl would always play the rugrat !

ARE-THEY-LIKE-OUR-LADYBOYS-
I-WAS-ASKED
"How lady be like man?"
asked my Thai-lady-lover,
when I spoke of feminism,
"she not be other !"
Very hard to explain
equality with men;
and some girls, I find,
want guys to act like women !

IT-IS-THE-HECTORING-
D-CUP-DOWNER-HYPOCRITES
Burn their bras for liberty?
Turn around, condemn Page 3?
Feminists don't want to swing freely,
but strap-down men with a Cup D !

for PATTAYA TRADER 214 (E)

DEATH-AND-A-DOC
Life with the Doc was no holiday.
An illness would take his life away.
"Go for your gun," did the guy say?
Take a gamble and you shall pay !
There were those lowered the tone
in a town that was named Tombstone.
They were lowered into the ground
while the Doc was yet around.
They say that it's with the gun
that the West had been won.
The gun is now a curse for sure,
but Doc Holiday had not the cure.

for PATTAYA TRADER 214 (D)

A-WHEELING-TIDAL-WAVE-TURNED-ON-
THE-VERY-CUT-THROAT-CREW
From starboard the sailors look
to the shore, wave hand or hook.
A small boy gazes from the shore
at the pirates who are no more.
Ghosts are they in the rigging
who'd set sail for gold-digging
on an island in the hot sun,
fat with greed, drunk on rum,
met with savagery, came undone.
A fate imposed on many other crews
by they who dared to cut loose.
Wave upon the waves they do.
Not greetings, just farewell to.

MY-FINE-TOUCHES-
SHE-WAS-TO-FIND?
Her body was a work-of-art.
Find she let me enter the frame.
Picture a painter with his brush,
then a poet with pen-stroke the very-same !

BITTEN-BY-THE-CRUEL-COLD-
A-PAIR-NOW
Torville and Dean they were unalike
though the pair skated on very-thin-ice.
When they first met they were alike,
but later came the freezing-cold bite.

for PATTAYA TRADER 214 (C)

YES-COCOON-CONDO-HAD-
THE-DARK-SKINNED-THAI-LADY
Moths encircle a neon-light
that glows like a red-moon in the night.
Full-round as were the breasts
of the red-skinned girl I caressed
last-evening in her very tiny room.
A red-butterfly in that cocoon.

ALWAYS-THE-REAL-DAMN-
SCREW-LOOSE-CAPONE-IS-HE !
He thinks he's damn Al Capone,
hard as nails and heart of stone.
His henchmen are all orang-utans,
will do you any-which-way they can.
Hard as nails, soft in the head,
liquor is no more bootlegged !
Folk can buy a brewery-kit !
Only kidding, but he thinks he's 'it'.

NOT-A-LADY-TRAMLINER-ANYMORE-PAL
I hear the girl is full of fire,
she's a streetcar named Desire,
many a male-passenger along the way.
Now she is in the depot to stay.

Though still burns her wild flame
that old age has yet to tame,
she's settled as a common-law wife
to a huge Marlon Brando type !

A-DAMN-CURSED-CASSANDRA-KIND-
NOW-YOU-ARE
You're a Cassandra
never to be believed
because of the reputation
that you have achieved
by lies you had told
when young and naive.
A female who cries "Wolf !"
are you, folk believe.

THE-CRUEL-HAWK-
AND-THE-DOVE
A hawk on high
swooped from above
a heart to tear, you say,
with jealous love.

But was it love?
Wasn't it jealousy alone
tore the heart
in its frame of bones?

Yea a hawk on high
swooped from above
and tore the heart
of a pure white dove.

AMERICA'S-SO-BIG-
STAGE-ACT-CAPRICORN
The spacecraft named Capricorn
never left for Mars in the film,
and the real mission to the moon
had actors at the rocket's helm
according to some skeptics.
It was the political race
against the Communist Russians
that put men on the moon's surface.
But it was all a very big-act
to hear the skeptics say.
An actor became president though
right there in the U.S.A.

DREAMY-RIDERS-ABOVE-THE-WITCH-WORLD-
THAT'S-SURELY-DOWN-HERE-BELOW
Climb aboard my dream-dragon.
Ah yes pretty girl, ride pinion.
We'll fly above the hag-world
and her multitude of minions.

Climb aboard my dream-dragon.
We'll fly, soar as if into the sun.
Leave below the cold earth
and her multitude of minions.