AN-END-OF-DAYS-VERSE
The world will end
one day, we know it.
We look to dates
that could bestow it.
They come and go.
The latest date gone,
we look forward
to a further one !
EVER-AT-ODDS-AND-
NOT-EVENS
Equal in the eyes
of a God maybe,
but mother nature
spawns inequality.
Under men's laws
give us equality,
and under them
equal opportunity,
but nature ever
spawns individuality.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Friday, August 29, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 241 (F)
A-WIT-AND-A-DAMN-TWIT
To the twit,
the cuckoo's "Cuckoo !"
To the wit,
the wise-owls "Too-wit-too-woo !"
To the twit,
the cuckoo's "Cuckoo !"
To the wit,
the wise-owls "Too-wit-too-woo !"
for PATTAYA TRADER 241 (E)
BLACK MASS
The doubts set in.
It's a black-clouded day.
Spout rain-water
the gargoyles grey.
Only certainties seem to pass
as the black-clouds enmass.
SANDRA SONG
I shall compare
your yellowy-gold hair
to wheat in the sun.
You will drop your jaw,
laugh and ask "Straw?!"
in a show of fun,
and then upon your head stack
the locks cascading down your back?
IT-WAS-A-REVELATION-0F-VERSE-
TO-BE-SURE-GAVE-ME-AN-IRISH-GYPSY
To be a grown man
I could hardly wait,
as if some mission
was to be my fate.
A fate I so wished
to go endure,
and that mission
I was quite sure
would be to write.
As a gypsy said:
"Just follow your star
with your heart and head."
GOLD-AND-GREY
Will grey, one day,
your every golden curl,
and you sure shall miss
being called a girl.
You'll see that age has summoned.
That everybody calls you old-woman.
VANITY FAIR?
"Mirror, mirror,
on the wall,
who's the fairest
one of all?"
"Narcissus,
but he was male.
Vanity, too,
is your sad tale !"
The doubts set in.
It's a black-clouded day.
Spout rain-water
the gargoyles grey.
Only certainties seem to pass
as the black-clouds enmass.
SANDRA SONG
I shall compare
your yellowy-gold hair
to wheat in the sun.
You will drop your jaw,
laugh and ask "Straw?!"
in a show of fun,
and then upon your head stack
the locks cascading down your back?
IT-WAS-A-REVELATION-0F-VERSE-
TO-BE-SURE-GAVE-ME-AN-IRISH-GYPSY
To be a grown man
I could hardly wait,
as if some mission
was to be my fate.
A fate I so wished
to go endure,
and that mission
I was quite sure
would be to write.
As a gypsy said:
"Just follow your star
with your heart and head."
GOLD-AND-GREY
Will grey, one day,
your every golden curl,
and you sure shall miss
being called a girl.
You'll see that age has summoned.
That everybody calls you old-woman.
VANITY FAIR?
"Mirror, mirror,
on the wall,
who's the fairest
one of all?"
"Narcissus,
but he was male.
Vanity, too,
is your sad tale !"
Thursday, August 28, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 241 (D)
AN-INTERSTELLAR-TELEPATHY
If my very thoughts -
like a computer text -
with the farside of earth
could go connect
in a matter of seconds,
how long the reply
from a telepathic
Venusian guy
who is wondering,
for all his worth,
if there is life here
upon our earth?
If my very thoughts -
like a computer text -
with the farside of earth
could go connect
in a matter of seconds,
how long the reply
from a telepathic
Venusian guy
who is wondering,
for all his worth,
if there is life here
upon our earth?
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 241 (C)
A-LIFT-UP-FIND
A pick-me-up
comes in handy.
For some a beer
is sure dandy.
For Sterne it was
his Tristram Shandy !
A pick-me-up
comes in handy.
For some a beer
is sure dandy.
For Sterne it was
his Tristram Shandy !
for PATTAYA TRADER 241 (B)
HIS EXCELLENCY
Quinnevere
or Guinevere.
Caliburn or Excalibur.
Queen and sword
had Arthur, Lord.
A king who'd damn Calibre.
DUMBELL-AND-DUMBER
He works out in the gymnasium.
Wants a body that's not round as a plum.
A body that other guys can admire
and many a girl, hopefully, desire.
Then he'll growl "What you looking at !"
and knock some poor skinny guy flat.
"See that girls, I'm as fit as hell !"
Brawn not brains have such dumbells !
Quinnevere
or Guinevere.
Caliburn or Excalibur.
Queen and sword
had Arthur, Lord.
A king who'd damn Calibre.
DUMBELL-AND-DUMBER
He works out in the gymnasium.
Wants a body that's not round as a plum.
A body that other guys can admire
and many a girl, hopefully, desire.
Then he'll growl "What you looking at !"
and knock some poor skinny guy flat.
"See that girls, I'm as fit as hell !"
Brawn not brains have such dumbells !
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 241 (A)
SURE-A-SHINY-MOON-MAN-HE
There are the thieves,
for sure the beggars.
Then there was he,
the big bootlegger.
His moonshine activity
had been illegal.
His moonshine whisky
folk say was lethal.
Find the man became
such a big noise
that word got round
to the blue bobby boys.
And so the moonshiner
was now a moonlighter.
A moonlit runner
tanked-up on liquor.
IT'S-THE-FAST-GUY-GATHERING-FEMALE
On whose arm
does the lady go?
He is a pimp
from Pimblico.
Who is his lady
that many-men know?
She's a prostitute
from Pimblico.
What are they doing
here in Soho?
Oh gosh, oh gosh,
you sure are slow !
BIRD-OVER-AND-ABOVE-THE-HOTEL
Our gang saw bands galore.
Find the Coatham Hotel ballroom
was the Jazz Club on Sundays.
The spotlight, like the moon,
on the rockers cast its beam.
Across the road the sea tossed
as Fleetwood Mac, with Peter Green,
played the blues and 'Albatross'.
There are the thieves,
for sure the beggars.
Then there was he,
the big bootlegger.
His moonshine activity
had been illegal.
His moonshine whisky
folk say was lethal.
Find the man became
such a big noise
that word got round
to the blue bobby boys.
And so the moonshiner
was now a moonlighter.
A moonlit runner
tanked-up on liquor.
IT'S-THE-FAST-GUY-GATHERING-FEMALE
On whose arm
does the lady go?
He is a pimp
from Pimblico.
Who is his lady
that many-men know?
She's a prostitute
from Pimblico.
What are they doing
here in Soho?
Oh gosh, oh gosh,
you sure are slow !
BIRD-OVER-AND-ABOVE-THE-HOTEL
Our gang saw bands galore.
Find the Coatham Hotel ballroom
was the Jazz Club on Sundays.
The spotlight, like the moon,
on the rockers cast its beam.
Across the road the sea tossed
as Fleetwood Mac, with Peter Green,
played the blues and 'Albatross'.
for PATTAYA TRADER 240 (C)
FRUITY-FEMALE
"You be my banana.
You be my cucumber.
Backhanded compliment?
I kept her from slumber.
She and I, what a hoot !
You can have fun with fruit !!
THE-TRAVELS-OVER-TO-
THE-EVERLASTING?
Oxford, London, Edinburgh,
Blackpool, York, Amsterdam.
Paris, Bangkok, Pattaya.
I've been a travelling man.
Everyone else is a journeyman too.
In this world, we all pass-through.
THE-NUN'S-BLUE-HABIT
The blue nun.
How blue?
Drinks wine?
Has one or two !
The blue nun.
She fell.
Head had spun.
Dizzy as hell.
The blue nun.
Black and blue.
Arm bruised
and her leg too.
Soied his chance
the monk grey.
Nursed the nun.
She gave way.
No virgin
now our nun
in the habit
of having damn-fun !
YES-PESSIMISM-HAS-
NO-PLACE-WITH-YOU
You were ever the optimist
and you'll find that I discern
from our world history
you will never learn !
BUSY-BEEVERS'-VERSES
"I love your satires,
I love your puns.
I love, love, love you,
my honeybun.
Love, love, love you,
my busy bee."
That's what the girl
sure said to me.
So where as she gone?
Off with a sour guy, lazy-John !
"You be my banana.
You be my cucumber.
Backhanded compliment?
I kept her from slumber.
She and I, what a hoot !
You can have fun with fruit !!
THE-TRAVELS-OVER-TO-
THE-EVERLASTING?
Oxford, London, Edinburgh,
Blackpool, York, Amsterdam.
Paris, Bangkok, Pattaya.
I've been a travelling man.
Everyone else is a journeyman too.
In this world, we all pass-through.
THE-NUN'S-BLUE-HABIT
The blue nun.
How blue?
Drinks wine?
Has one or two !
The blue nun.
She fell.
Head had spun.
Dizzy as hell.
The blue nun.
Black and blue.
Arm bruised
and her leg too.
Soied his chance
the monk grey.
Nursed the nun.
She gave way.
No virgin
now our nun
in the habit
of having damn-fun !
YES-PESSIMISM-HAS-
NO-PLACE-WITH-YOU
You were ever the optimist
and you'll find that I discern
from our world history
you will never learn !
BUSY-BEEVERS'-VERSES
"I love your satires,
I love your puns.
I love, love, love you,
my honeybun.
Love, love, love you,
my busy bee."
That's what the girl
sure said to me.
So where as she gone?
Off with a sour guy, lazy-John !
for PATTAYA TRADER 240 (B)
AN-UNSOUND-WIDE-SEA
There is magic in the world.
There is also trickery,
and Prospero fell victim
to this very falsity.
The tide was to go turn
on Prospero's enemy.
He used magical spells
to return trickery.
What goes around comes back around
by sound device and not so sound.
WHY-THE-VERSE-POEMS?
The colloquial,
the vernacular,
lacks the music
of a poetic bar.
THE-FALSE-PROPHET-
AS-TO-A-MOSLEM-HOLY-WAR?
Enoch Powell,
a racist he?
Or prophet of
Old Testimony?
IN-THE-VERY-PRESENCE-
OF-THE-PAST
We go back years
both me and you.
From there to there
we're passing through.
We all travel on
from there to there.
The here-and-now, girl,
gets everywhere.
THE-HORNY-UNICORN-
LADY-RIDER !
It's called the 'unicorn-straddle'.
She straddled.
I was in the saddle.
I was saddled.
To the woman I was tied,
she wanted more than one ride !
THE-YORK-VALE'S-DISC-JOCKEY-
GOT-NO-DAMN-VALENTINE'S-CARD-
THAT-DAY-PERHAPS?!
For York's W.H. Smith
I was the very first
poet in residence
to write Valentine verse.
The local radio's D.J.,
who was no musician,
seemed to find it sad,
but verses are often fun.
Perhaps the talentless guy
just didn't get one?!
GEORGE FORMBY
Ee by gum !
find he looked rum
with his ukulele-strum.
He'd been cleaning windows?
On top form was he,
what did Georgie see,
rich and naked-young-widows?!
ON-THE-MUSICAL-
THE-KING-AND-I
I was no Yul Brynner
with my head of hair
but I was a king
while I was over there,
as well as a teacher
to the Siamese queens.
The ladies who waltz
into many-men's dreams !
There is magic in the world.
There is also trickery,
and Prospero fell victim
to this very falsity.
The tide was to go turn
on Prospero's enemy.
He used magical spells
to return trickery.
What goes around comes back around
by sound device and not so sound.
WHY-THE-VERSE-POEMS?
The colloquial,
the vernacular,
lacks the music
of a poetic bar.
THE-FALSE-PROPHET-
AS-TO-A-MOSLEM-HOLY-WAR?
Enoch Powell,
a racist he?
Or prophet of
Old Testimony?
IN-THE-VERY-PRESENCE-
OF-THE-PAST
We go back years
both me and you.
From there to there
we're passing through.
We all travel on
from there to there.
The here-and-now, girl,
gets everywhere.
THE-HORNY-UNICORN-
LADY-RIDER !
It's called the 'unicorn-straddle'.
She straddled.
I was in the saddle.
I was saddled.
To the woman I was tied,
she wanted more than one ride !
THE-YORK-VALE'S-DISC-JOCKEY-
GOT-NO-DAMN-VALENTINE'S-CARD-
THAT-DAY-PERHAPS?!
For York's W.H. Smith
I was the very first
poet in residence
to write Valentine verse.
The local radio's D.J.,
who was no musician,
seemed to find it sad,
but verses are often fun.
Perhaps the talentless guy
just didn't get one?!
GEORGE FORMBY
Ee by gum !
find he looked rum
with his ukulele-strum.
He'd been cleaning windows?
On top form was he,
what did Georgie see,
rich and naked-young-widows?!
ON-THE-MUSICAL-
THE-KING-AND-I
I was no Yul Brynner
with my head of hair
but I was a king
while I was over there,
as well as a teacher
to the Siamese queens.
The ladies who waltz
into many-men's dreams !
Saturday, August 23, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 240 (A)
THE-OLD-WOMAN'S-NATURALLY-
HEALTHY-DEATH
There're birds go fly
into the yellow eye,
in her light-fading hours.
She is ebbing away
on this breath-taking day.
Only her family's tear-showers.
She's parachuting she cries -
as the light goes dies -
into a field of sunflowers.
HAUNTS-THIS-HAMLET'S-DEEP-THOUGHTS-
JUST-NOW-JOANIE
Ah Joan, old dear,
you enjoyed Shakespeare
though sure made it clear
there was much you didn't get.
There're few find do
but won't tell us true,
and true were you.
You're the ghost to my Hamlet.
THE-HIRED-PENHAND
He's a gun for hire
with his ball-point pen.
He'll give the bullet
find again-and-again.
Some write poison
and remain anonymous.
He writes hard-truth.
Bite the dirt, the dust !
THE-WHITE-CLOUD-KATY
She plays music for Martians.
It soars to the stars.
She plays music for spirits,
heavenly are its bars.
And otherworldly is she,
a far-out haunting beauty.
HEALTHY-DEATH
There're birds go fly
into the yellow eye,
in her light-fading hours.
She is ebbing away
on this breath-taking day.
Only her family's tear-showers.
She's parachuting she cries -
as the light goes dies -
into a field of sunflowers.
HAUNTS-THIS-HAMLET'S-DEEP-THOUGHTS-
JUST-NOW-JOANIE
Ah Joan, old dear,
you enjoyed Shakespeare
though sure made it clear
there was much you didn't get.
There're few find do
but won't tell us true,
and true were you.
You're the ghost to my Hamlet.
THE-HIRED-PENHAND
He's a gun for hire
with his ball-point pen.
He'll give the bullet
find again-and-again.
Some write poison
and remain anonymous.
He writes hard-truth.
Bite the dirt, the dust !
THE-WHITE-CLOUD-KATY
She plays music for Martians.
It soars to the stars.
She plays music for spirits,
heavenly are its bars.
And otherworldly is she,
a far-out haunting beauty.
Friday, August 22, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 239 (F)
THE-HEAD-STAR-DA
Ladda, hair tied-up-high,
on her forehead a star.
How that playful star now shines
she is from me far.
Ladda is playing with me
in a Siam seaside memory.
Ladda, hair tied-up-high,
on her forehead a star.
How that playful star now shines
she is from me far.
Ladda is playing with me
in a Siam seaside memory.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 239 (E)
POSITIVE-PEOPLE-VERSE
Positivity
over negativity.
A people's army
of mystic warriors be.
But is seems
there'll be some shall
fall in the field
to the material.
WISDOM'S PALACE
The more we learn
the more we know
there's so much more
of that royal carpet to go.
But there are those
won't learn a thing
and yet crown themselves
the know-all king.
Positivity
over negativity.
A people's army
of mystic warriors be.
But is seems
there'll be some shall
fall in the field
to the material.
WISDOM'S PALACE
The more we learn
the more we know
there's so much more
of that royal carpet to go.
But there are those
won't learn a thing
and yet crown themselves
the know-all king.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 239 (D)
UNDERSTUDY?
"Fast, racy, quick,
your verses," she'd swear.
Small, brief, short,
like her underwear?!
"Fast, racy, quick,
your verses," she'd swear.
Small, brief, short,
like her underwear?!
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 239 (C)
TONGUE TRUSSED
It's off your tongue
you let "Trust me" slide.
Truss, not trust your tongue
would be best. The times you've lied.
It's off your tongue
you let "Trust me" slide.
Truss, not trust your tongue
would be best. The times you've lied.
for PATTAYA TRADER 239 (B)
SURE-NO-SHIELD-IS-A-DAMN-LIE-HA-HA !
"A mystic warrior"
say the stars.
I've been a carrier
of some scars.
But I shall tell you
they have healed.
Where my sword of truth?!
Where my shield?!
"A mystic warrior"
say the stars.
I've been a carrier
of some scars.
But I shall tell you
they have healed.
Where my sword of truth?!
Where my shield?!
Monday, August 18, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 239 (A)
FEEL-EASY-IN-THE-FAR-EAST
The cute Kyoto Geisha girl she's
a companion to the rich Japanese
and to the wealthy foreign man
who's just in from his homeland,
seeking a lady of perfect ease.
BEEN DONE?
Not even habitual liars like to be lied to,
nor do theives like to be stolen from.
Killers try to hide their dirty tracks,
to their own deaths wish not to be hung.
So do unto others as they do to you?
Find the criminals don't want us to !
The cute Kyoto Geisha girl she's
a companion to the rich Japanese
and to the wealthy foreign man
who's just in from his homeland,
seeking a lady of perfect ease.
BEEN DONE?
Not even habitual liars like to be lied to,
nor do theives like to be stolen from.
Killers try to hide their dirty tracks,
to their own deaths wish not to be hung.
So do unto others as they do to you?
Find the criminals don't want us to !
for PATTAYA TRADER 238 (F)
SUNNY-SIAM-CITY-SINS?
I lived in Bangkok,
also by an Elephant farm
out there in old Siam's
Far-South-Eastern charm.
I lived in Pattaya
the city with a beach,
it's own Buddha Hill's
view to overreach
rooftops and the bay.
I lived in Thailand
five years of my life.
Sun and sea and sand
but also Bangkok smog,
and tusky-beasts too.
A bevy of cute-bargirls
nor cheap-beverages taboo !
I lived in Bangkok,
also by an Elephant farm
out there in old Siam's
Far-South-Eastern charm.
I lived in Pattaya
the city with a beach,
it's own Buddha Hill's
view to overreach
rooftops and the bay.
I lived in Thailand
five years of my life.
Sun and sea and sand
but also Bangkok smog,
and tusky-beasts too.
A bevy of cute-bargirls
nor cheap-beverages taboo !
for PATTAYA TRADER 238 (E)
WITH-A-DARK-LADY-COULD-
SWAN-AWAY-THIS-DREAMER !
The 'Little Egyptian'
or just the 'Gypsy'
has ever been
a romance to me.
The Romany,
ah the Romany,
and even pirates
upon a vast sea.
Oh darkly-cast girl
I've sure eyes on,
to glide away with you
in a ship The Black Swan !
A PENNILESS-POET'S-NEWLY-
IMPOTENT-POSITION-SHOWS
She seeks sensitivity
and meets a man of verse.
To her his pen is gold,
she gets him inside her purse.
Now she is his patroness,
in the money he becomes artless !
A-WOLF-MOON-WOMAN-
YOU-WILL-FIND
A she-wolf is the woman
and eater of men's hearts.
A female who forms relationships
only to tear them cruelly-apart.
You find that the moon's romantic
yet she finds that the moon's lycanthropic.
FIND-THE-HULL-HERMIT-PHILIP?
The Hermit of Hull was Larkin,
poet of The North Ship.
So you'd to read his words.
Sure couldn't read his lips !
OH-WHAT-A-GYPSY-WITCH-IS-SHE
Hitch your horse to a wagon
and go journey free
rather than hitch your heart
to the witch-gypsy.
A warlock in wedlock
you should have to be.
Yes a warlock in wedlock
so to spellbind she.
Hitch your horse to a wagon
as is bound to she
after breaking your heart,
the cruel witch-gypsy.
THE-SHOD-HORSE-IS-NOW-
UNSHOED-AND-RIDERLESS
A pea pops out from
an overripe pod.
A very-worn-out horse
its iron-shoe has shed.
The pea will go to seed
and the horse to grass.
Will we see new life
when from the earth we pass?
SWAN-AWAY-THIS-DREAMER !
The 'Little Egyptian'
or just the 'Gypsy'
has ever been
a romance to me.
The Romany,
ah the Romany,
and even pirates
upon a vast sea.
Oh darkly-cast girl
I've sure eyes on,
to glide away with you
in a ship The Black Swan !
A PENNILESS-POET'S-NEWLY-
IMPOTENT-POSITION-SHOWS
She seeks sensitivity
and meets a man of verse.
To her his pen is gold,
she gets him inside her purse.
Now she is his patroness,
in the money he becomes artless !
A-WOLF-MOON-WOMAN-
YOU-WILL-FIND
A she-wolf is the woman
and eater of men's hearts.
A female who forms relationships
only to tear them cruelly-apart.
You find that the moon's romantic
yet she finds that the moon's lycanthropic.
FIND-THE-HULL-HERMIT-PHILIP?
The Hermit of Hull was Larkin,
poet of The North Ship.
So you'd to read his words.
Sure couldn't read his lips !
OH-WHAT-A-GYPSY-WITCH-IS-SHE
Hitch your horse to a wagon
and go journey free
rather than hitch your heart
to the witch-gypsy.
A warlock in wedlock
you should have to be.
Yes a warlock in wedlock
so to spellbind she.
Hitch your horse to a wagon
as is bound to she
after breaking your heart,
the cruel witch-gypsy.
THE-SHOD-HORSE-IS-NOW-
UNSHOED-AND-RIDERLESS
A pea pops out from
an overripe pod.
A very-worn-out horse
its iron-shoe has shed.
The pea will go to seed
and the horse to grass.
Will we see new life
when from the earth we pass?
Saturday, August 16, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 238 (D)
IT-WAS-STRAIGHT-TO-
THE-BAR'S-OUTDOOR !
Ahhh, an hermaphroditee
was to appear in a nightie.
Ohhh, what a damn frighty !
I wanted a Siamese girlie
but got no such delighty.
Ahhh, an hermophroditee
in a bar was to alighty.
I was to say good nighty,
and then I took flighty.
His reply "Thank you Mr Whitee,
I think too my nightie nicee !"
THE-BAR'S-OUTDOOR !
Ahhh, an hermaphroditee
was to appear in a nightie.
Ohhh, what a damn frighty !
I wanted a Siamese girlie
but got no such delighty.
Ahhh, an hermophroditee
in a bar was to alighty.
I was to say good nighty,
and then I took flighty.
His reply "Thank you Mr Whitee,
I think too my nightie nicee !"
for PATTAYA TRADER 238 (C)
COSMIC DRAGONS
Comets through the cosmos course
with long fiery dragon-like tails.
Out with swords to slay the demons !
These the great beasts of bygone tales?
Yellowy-green or goldy-red flames
crossed-into our earth of old.
These the great beasts of bygone days?
Out with swords, you knights so bold !
THE-SHADES-OTHER-THAN-
SURE-DAMNED-GRAY-SING-I-DO
I hear creativity
sure keeps us young.
Write your verses.
Let your songs be sung.
Paint a picture.
Be creative, I say,
and avoid the likes
of a Dorian Gray.
A WORLD NO MORE
The world will end.
Wind, water nor war
will men endure
anymore.
Storms, floods, bloody fights
will end one day. Or NIGHT.
A-BALLOT-BOX-AND-A-
LOTTERY-TICKET
He'll mark the box
for the reds today.
To mark the blues's box
would be dirty play,
for no one's the right
to more money than he.
He'll then buy a ticket
hoping to win the Lottery !
Comets through the cosmos course
with long fiery dragon-like tails.
Out with swords to slay the demons !
These the great beasts of bygone tales?
Yellowy-green or goldy-red flames
crossed-into our earth of old.
These the great beasts of bygone days?
Out with swords, you knights so bold !
THE-SHADES-OTHER-THAN-
SURE-DAMNED-GRAY-SING-I-DO
I hear creativity
sure keeps us young.
Write your verses.
Let your songs be sung.
Paint a picture.
Be creative, I say,
and avoid the likes
of a Dorian Gray.
A WORLD NO MORE
The world will end.
Wind, water nor war
will men endure
anymore.
Storms, floods, bloody fights
will end one day. Or NIGHT.
A-BALLOT-BOX-AND-A-
LOTTERY-TICKET
He'll mark the box
for the reds today.
To mark the blues's box
would be dirty play,
for no one's the right
to more money than he.
He'll then buy a ticket
hoping to win the Lottery !
Friday, August 15, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 238 (B)
HERE-I-AM-THE-FREEWAY-FAN !
My spirit is a gypsy,
my body is its caravan.
Home is where the heart is.
I'm a free road fan !
My spirit is a gypsy,
my body is its caravan.
Home is where the heart is.
I'm a free road fan !
CORRECTION:
THE-STAGE'S-LADY-LILY-AND-THE-SEER-GYPSY is the full title to the second verse-poem below. I'm a stickler for alliteration and balance in my long titles !
for PATTAYA TRADER 238 (A)
PIE-IN-MY-EYE
I am no wolfpack-runner.
I am no sharkschool-swimmer.
It's no cannibal am I
but shucks, hot-lady-pie,
you want to come for dinner?!
THE-STAGE'S-LILY-AND-
THE-SEER-GYPSY
Sure was a guy
called Gypsy Lane
who helped put a lily
in the picture-frame.
Langtry, Miss Langtry,
before Oscar came.
Ah the Jersey Lily,
a stager of her name -
a route to her fame -
was the guy Gypsy Lane.
I am no wolfpack-runner.
I am no sharkschool-swimmer.
It's no cannibal am I
but shucks, hot-lady-pie,
you want to come for dinner?!
THE-STAGE'S-LILY-AND-
THE-SEER-GYPSY
Sure was a guy
called Gypsy Lane
who helped put a lily
in the picture-frame.
Langtry, Miss Langtry,
before Oscar came.
Ah the Jersey Lily,
a stager of her name -
a route to her fame -
was the guy Gypsy Lane.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 237 (F)
WAR RATS
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat.
Tommygun and tin hat.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat.
Barbedwire, huge-rats.
Rat-a-tat-tat ...
Shot-up, now dead-flat.
HE'S-UPPING-HIS-LUCK-
IN-AMERICA?
He said "Hey buddy,
can you spare a dime?"
He thought "Hey Buddha,
I'd like the sublime.
Hey-hey, dear Jesus,
a heavenly time'd be mine
if only I'd the choice,
but down on my luck
a given dollar or two
sure is looking up !"
THE-HOOKED-LINE-THINKER
Deep down in thought,
I'm sure a deep thinker.
Thoughts are my habit,
my hook, line and sinker.
An odd cod to you, no doubt,
but mister you're a shallow trout !
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat.
Tommygun and tin hat.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat.
Barbedwire, huge-rats.
Rat-a-tat-tat ...
Shot-up, now dead-flat.
HE'S-UPPING-HIS-LUCK-
IN-AMERICA?
He said "Hey buddy,
can you spare a dime?"
He thought "Hey Buddha,
I'd like the sublime.
Hey-hey, dear Jesus,
a heavenly time'd be mine
if only I'd the choice,
but down on my luck
a given dollar or two
sure is looking up !"
THE-HOOKED-LINE-THINKER
Deep down in thought,
I'm sure a deep thinker.
Thoughts are my habit,
my hook, line and sinker.
An odd cod to you, no doubt,
but mister you're a shallow trout !
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 237 (E)
(SUE, should you be viewing this, it's a play on The Full Monty and Monty Python. Some fruity verses, but 'dickhead and prick' are about as rude as I get, and sparingly !)
THE-DONKEY-DICKHEAD-
SURE-THINKS-SHE-IS-A-PRICK !
She stands up to pee
ha ha ha, heee hee hee,
just like in The Full Monty.
Yes she stands up to pee
hee haw, hee haw hee,
hung not even like a donkey.
He can forget the python
he looks over to eye on !
THE-DONKEY-DICKHEAD-
SURE-THINKS-SHE-IS-A-PRICK !
She stands up to pee
ha ha ha, heee hee hee,
just like in The Full Monty.
Yes she stands up to pee
hee haw, hee haw hee,
hung not even like a donkey.
He can forget the python
he looks over to eye on !
for PATTAYA TRADER 237 (D)
FIND-THE-BLOWN-WOLF-KISS-
WHISTLES-YOU-CAN
Farewell dear Lauren,
find it is time to go.
Humphrey awaits you in the wings.
Sure is the end of the show.
Far away from me in England,
I put my lips together and blow.
A-SEA'S-DOMES-AND-A-MOON'S-BASES-YES?
One day it might damn well be
man dwells in cities beneath the sea,
under domes made of a glass
that wear and tear shall ever outlast,
as the world's oceans begin to rise
and reduce the landmasses in size,
or even bases upon the moon
will be built as man seeks more room
to live and to overpopulate,
repeat his follies as seems his cruel-fate?
REAL-HELLHOLERS
"Hell is other people,"
suggested Jean-Paul Sartre.
Sometimes the so-very-obvious
needs such a pointer !
IT-WAS-A-CURIOUS-CAT-
AND-A-REAL-DUMB-DODO
Curiosity killed the cat,
almost everyone's heard.
But naivety wiped out
the poor dodo-bird.
DECONSTRUCTION
I do not hold
with the clean slate.
Born to be bad
is the damn fate
of some it seems.
All worldly societies
carry the worst
criminal disease.
Not all societies
are the same,
so why is society
always fit to blame?
A-MOON-MADAM-MINE
Wax lyrical,
I am in tune
with the lady
of the moon.
Wax lyrical,
in tune I am
with a lady
of old Siam.
Red moon, red skin,
dark's the room.
Mine the lady
of the moon.
ROSEAPPLE-SAUCE
Catfish is an aphrodisiac?
Peeping tom spy us on our backs.
Chompoo I'd want to eat
without the fish that was our treat !
RAMBLING-DOWN-MEMORY'S-
LONG-ROAD-SO-I-AM !
Your name meant sweetbrier;
your name meant wild-rose.
You had chestnut hair -
colour of your mare -
and wore gypsy clothes.
Elgantine, ah Elgantine.
Irish-girl. Too old to be mine.
I AM A ONE !
I used to like
a drink or two,
and - you know -
many poets do !
I used to like
a girl or three,
and - you know -
it still suits me !
But now I drink
the beers less,
and longer love?
'twould be best !
MANY-VOICES-OF-ENVY-I-NOTE
There are many with nothing
envy those who do
and wish for them
to have nothing too.
They'll say that money
is not everything.
To me, find, it's not.
But THEY are lying.
WHISTLES-YOU-CAN
Farewell dear Lauren,
find it is time to go.
Humphrey awaits you in the wings.
Sure is the end of the show.
Far away from me in England,
I put my lips together and blow.
A-SEA'S-DOMES-AND-A-MOON'S-BASES-YES?
One day it might damn well be
man dwells in cities beneath the sea,
under domes made of a glass
that wear and tear shall ever outlast,
as the world's oceans begin to rise
and reduce the landmasses in size,
or even bases upon the moon
will be built as man seeks more room
to live and to overpopulate,
repeat his follies as seems his cruel-fate?
REAL-HELLHOLERS
"Hell is other people,"
suggested Jean-Paul Sartre.
Sometimes the so-very-obvious
needs such a pointer !
IT-WAS-A-CURIOUS-CAT-
AND-A-REAL-DUMB-DODO
Curiosity killed the cat,
almost everyone's heard.
But naivety wiped out
the poor dodo-bird.
DECONSTRUCTION
I do not hold
with the clean slate.
Born to be bad
is the damn fate
of some it seems.
All worldly societies
carry the worst
criminal disease.
Not all societies
are the same,
so why is society
always fit to blame?
A-MOON-MADAM-MINE
Wax lyrical,
I am in tune
with the lady
of the moon.
Wax lyrical,
in tune I am
with a lady
of old Siam.
Red moon, red skin,
dark's the room.
Mine the lady
of the moon.
ROSEAPPLE-SAUCE
Catfish is an aphrodisiac?
Peeping tom spy us on our backs.
Chompoo I'd want to eat
without the fish that was our treat !
RAMBLING-DOWN-MEMORY'S-
LONG-ROAD-SO-I-AM !
Your name meant sweetbrier;
your name meant wild-rose.
You had chestnut hair -
colour of your mare -
and wore gypsy clothes.
Elgantine, ah Elgantine.
Irish-girl. Too old to be mine.
I AM A ONE !
I used to like
a drink or two,
and - you know -
many poets do !
I used to like
a girl or three,
and - you know -
it still suits me !
But now I drink
the beers less,
and longer love?
'twould be best !
MANY-VOICES-OF-ENVY-I-NOTE
There are many with nothing
envy those who do
and wish for them
to have nothing too.
They'll say that money
is not everything.
To me, find, it's not.
But THEY are lying.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 237 (C)
THE-NAUGHT
The zero's the egg
from which we hatch.
The zero's the shape
of the planetery batch.
The zero's the rounds
of our planet earth.
The zero's the cycle
of death and birth.
The zero's the nothing
that doesn't exist.
It is a contradiction.
I round-off with this.
The zero's the egg
from which we hatch.
The zero's the shape
of the planetery batch.
The zero's the rounds
of our planet earth.
The zero's the cycle
of death and birth.
The zero's the nothing
that doesn't exist.
It is a contradiction.
I round-off with this.
Monday, August 11, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 237 (B)
RULE-OF-NATURAL-LAW
A parliament of owls
above the youngsters' school -
wide-eyed wise-old hawks -
watch play the tiny fool
a dunce-capped mouse
who knows not they rule !
THE-GODS-COULD-GO-KILL-ONEANOTHER-
AND-WERE-TO-DIE-OUT-ANYWAY
The Norse gods died,
the Greek gods died,
such is immortality. Whether
we gain immortality or not,
there only this body to rot,
forever won't last for ever?
A-SIAM-BAR-AND-
A-DARTING-STAR
I saw, from the Thai Archer bar,
what looked to be a shooting star
outside the cycle of our today.
A fiery-arrow upon its way
through the dark of outer space,
and there was I in a foreign place,
an alien visitor in Thailand,
a very-pretty girl holding my hand.
Perhaps the star was a sign:
"Englishman, you and she both shine"?
REALLY-BELLOWED-A-BRONZE-
BULL'S-BUILDER
There was a callous fellow
invented a bull that would bellow
when heated with a human inside.
Many men were put to death
bellowing with their fiery-breath,
and the first victim his lord tried
was the callous inventor himself who
bellowed and bellowed, "Moo moo moo !!"
A parliament of owls
above the youngsters' school -
wide-eyed wise-old hawks -
watch play the tiny fool
a dunce-capped mouse
who knows not they rule !
THE-GODS-COULD-GO-KILL-ONEANOTHER-
AND-WERE-TO-DIE-OUT-ANYWAY
The Norse gods died,
the Greek gods died,
such is immortality. Whether
we gain immortality or not,
there only this body to rot,
forever won't last for ever?
A-SIAM-BAR-AND-
A-DARTING-STAR
I saw, from the Thai Archer bar,
what looked to be a shooting star
outside the cycle of our today.
A fiery-arrow upon its way
through the dark of outer space,
and there was I in a foreign place,
an alien visitor in Thailand,
a very-pretty girl holding my hand.
Perhaps the star was a sign:
"Englishman, you and she both shine"?
REALLY-BELLOWED-A-BRONZE-
BULL'S-BUILDER
There was a callous fellow
invented a bull that would bellow
when heated with a human inside.
Many men were put to death
bellowing with their fiery-breath,
and the first victim his lord tried
was the callous inventor himself who
bellowed and bellowed, "Moo moo moo !!"
Saturday, August 9, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 237 (A)
SPORTY-AND-THE-SPURT
She had the look,
she had the walk.
She shook my bottle
and popped my cork.
Come on girl. Go on flirt.
Find I was there in a spurt !
THE-GHETTO-GAME
He's behind dark glasses,
he's behind the shades.
He's a guy as black
as the ace of spades,
who leans against a mini-bar.
The drink, it degrades
in his house of cards.
NO-TEAM-PLAYER-WAS-
SO-PRETTY-SHE !
It sure was not cricket
to stick her with his wicket
across there in the clover,
even if she'd bowled him over -
bowled him over with a spinner -
the green grass on the pitch was thinner !
A-FUNNY-FANNY-NO?
"Her legs go all the way
up to her cute bum."
How could the guy say
something so damn dumb?
Were her bum and body
not in the right place
then the girl's legs could go
up to... a fanny-face?!
She had the look,
she had the walk.
She shook my bottle
and popped my cork.
Come on girl. Go on flirt.
Find I was there in a spurt !
THE-GHETTO-GAME
He's behind dark glasses,
he's behind the shades.
He's a guy as black
as the ace of spades,
who leans against a mini-bar.
The drink, it degrades
in his house of cards.
NO-TEAM-PLAYER-WAS-
SO-PRETTY-SHE !
It sure was not cricket
to stick her with his wicket
across there in the clover,
even if she'd bowled him over -
bowled him over with a spinner -
the green grass on the pitch was thinner !
A-FUNNY-FANNY-NO?
"Her legs go all the way
up to her cute bum."
How could the guy say
something so damn dumb?
Were her bum and body
not in the right place
then the girl's legs could go
up to... a fanny-face?!
Friday, August 8, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 236 (F)
FIND-LIFTED-A-BURDEN-BLUE
A royal purple sent your head reeling.
It is the colour of spiritual healing.
You knelt and with the colour were knighted.
Arose with a blue burden alighted.
A-CIRCUS-RING
There is a sadness that surrounds
and then a laughter find abounds.
The circular circus does its rounds.
We are ring masters when not sad clowns.
THE-HEAT-OF-A-HEAVEN-
AND-A-DAMN-HELL
Thus it was the young Apollo
on an heroic-venture to war would go,
to see damn action on the front-line.
But with an island-girl spent his time.
The poet Brooke and she in flowery-wreaths.
A fever took his and other warriors' lives.
One of many-million wartime dead.
Soldiers now with wreaths of poppies red.
WHITE-AS-A-GHOST-IS?
Black is the old-colour of peace
and we hear there's peace in death.
But is death black or is it white?
And, like a ghost, could it go without rest?
PRAYERS-AND-PREYERS
Where there's a death there is a will,
and where a will there's ever a way
to turn up like a vulture in black
and pretend you are not there to prey.
A royal purple sent your head reeling.
It is the colour of spiritual healing.
You knelt and with the colour were knighted.
Arose with a blue burden alighted.
A-CIRCUS-RING
There is a sadness that surrounds
and then a laughter find abounds.
The circular circus does its rounds.
We are ring masters when not sad clowns.
THE-HEAT-OF-A-HEAVEN-
AND-A-DAMN-HELL
Thus it was the young Apollo
on an heroic-venture to war would go,
to see damn action on the front-line.
But with an island-girl spent his time.
The poet Brooke and she in flowery-wreaths.
A fever took his and other warriors' lives.
One of many-million wartime dead.
Soldiers now with wreaths of poppies red.
WHITE-AS-A-GHOST-IS?
Black is the old-colour of peace
and we hear there's peace in death.
But is death black or is it white?
And, like a ghost, could it go without rest?
PRAYERS-AND-PREYERS
Where there's a death there is a will,
and where a will there's ever a way
to turn up like a vulture in black
and pretend you are not there to prey.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 236 (E)
RIGHT-MOUTHY-MOLL-HAS-
THE-GANGSTER-YOU-WILL-HEAR
She says when he went off the rails
he became a guy hard as nails.
Beside him every gangster pales.
Now dead-men tell no tales.
There're guys like him fill jails.
Even she before him quails.
Though as his moll she never fails
to come alive when telling tales !
THE-GANGSTER-YOU-WILL-HEAR
She says when he went off the rails
he became a guy hard as nails.
Beside him every gangster pales.
Now dead-men tell no tales.
There're guys like him fill jails.
Even she before him quails.
Though as his moll she never fails
to come alive when telling tales !
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 236 (D)
LIVE-LONGER-SKIVER-DIVER-GUY
He dove from the Transporter Bridge
so to drown therein the filthy-water.
on the Otherside now, not the far bank;
life is short. He made his much shorter.
He dove from the Transporter Bridge
so to drown therein the filthy-water.
on the Otherside now, not the far bank;
life is short. He made his much shorter.
for PATTAYA TRADER 236 (C)
A-DOLPHIN-DYNASTY
Merovie gave us
the Merovingians.
He was sired by
an aquatic man?
Frankly, yes frankly,
it's a fishy-thing.
But find France did
have the Dauphin !
YES-THE-DESIROULY-RED-HOT-
LADIES-SURELY-FLUSHED-FACES
"No guy's a gentleman
in bed," I've heard it said.
Yet ladies first, I sure say.
Ah to see faces a flushed hot-red !
STAR-TRAMS
Tramlines in space?! Tramlines in space?!!
Can they take me from the damn human race?
Take me, take me, on their tramline-bus
to a far-away and so-starry-terminus?!
DEEPLY-BURIED-WISH
The green genie
of the yellow sands
said "You've just one wish;
to own this land?
I grant your wish.
This land is yours.
Let the sands of time
on you quickly pour !"
JAMS,-JOSTLES,-AND-A-JUNGLE'S-BEASTS
The motorbikes zigzag and zoom.
The car-drivers, like exhausts, fume.
The buildings, like huge elephants, loom.
Back, back, back, the traffic snakes.
Green Man of the jungle his signal makes:
cross over the road walkers, traffic waits.
The motorbikers have the wider room
to go ahead. The cars have on their brakes.
Merovie gave us
the Merovingians.
He was sired by
an aquatic man?
Frankly, yes frankly,
it's a fishy-thing.
But find France did
have the Dauphin !
YES-THE-DESIROULY-RED-HOT-
LADIES-SURELY-FLUSHED-FACES
"No guy's a gentleman
in bed," I've heard it said.
Yet ladies first, I sure say.
Ah to see faces a flushed hot-red !
STAR-TRAMS
Tramlines in space?! Tramlines in space?!!
Can they take me from the damn human race?
Take me, take me, on their tramline-bus
to a far-away and so-starry-terminus?!
DEEPLY-BURIED-WISH
The green genie
of the yellow sands
said "You've just one wish;
to own this land?
I grant your wish.
This land is yours.
Let the sands of time
on you quickly pour !"
JAMS,-JOSTLES,-AND-A-JUNGLE'S-BEASTS
The motorbikes zigzag and zoom.
The car-drivers, like exhausts, fume.
The buildings, like huge elephants, loom.
Back, back, back, the traffic snakes.
Green Man of the jungle his signal makes:
cross over the road walkers, traffic waits.
The motorbikers have the wider room
to go ahead. The cars have on their brakes.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 236 (B)
WOW!-HIGH-LIKE-A-CLOUD
Stick needles in your arm, without a thread.
Or smoke-off your surely dopey-head.
Do it until you are dead-numb.
Sail high up the chimney at the crematorium !
MONKFISHY
Skulduggery !
Skulduggery !!
Necromance
and buggery.
Tom Foolery,
sexual thuggery.
Skulduggery !
Skulduggery !!
The monastery
and the nunnery.
Mary Contrariness.
Earthy. Landlubbery.
NOT-THAT-KIND-ANYMORE
Used and so abused,
I was too laid back.
If my help's ever refused
it is not kindness I lack.
Let us get the truth, girl,
on the straight track:
there's many take advantage
out the kindness find THEY lack.
Stick needles in your arm, without a thread.
Or smoke-off your surely dopey-head.
Do it until you are dead-numb.
Sail high up the chimney at the crematorium !
MONKFISHY
Skulduggery !
Skulduggery !!
Necromance
and buggery.
Tom Foolery,
sexual thuggery.
Skulduggery !
Skulduggery !!
The monastery
and the nunnery.
Mary Contrariness.
Earthy. Landlubbery.
NOT-THAT-KIND-ANYMORE
Used and so abused,
I was too laid back.
If my help's ever refused
it is not kindness I lack.
Let us get the truth, girl,
on the straight track:
there's many take advantage
out the kindness find THEY lack.
Monday, August 4, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 236 (A)
PEN-STROKES
They say he's a gigolo.
A guy down on his luck
who is up-the-whole-night
trying to write a book.
Some say "Budding author,"
some say "Cheap shmuck."
All his elderly ladies
by his youth are struck.
He dances in the evenings,
sees his women to bed.
Never gets to rest his body
or just lie his own head.
Some say "Budding author,"
some say "Cheap shmuck."
All his elderly ladies
by this boy are struck.
They say he's a gigolo.
A guy down on his luck
who is up-the-whole-night
trying to write a book.
Some say "Budding author,"
some say "Cheap shmuck."
All his elderly ladies
by his youth are struck.
He dances in the evenings,
sees his women to bed.
Never gets to rest his body
or just lie his own head.
Some say "Budding author,"
some say "Cheap shmuck."
All his elderly ladies
by this boy are struck.
for PATTAYA TRADER 235 (F)
IT'S-AT-STAIRCASE-BOTTOM-
MORE-ARE-NOW
There are boards on the windows,
in the street is broken glass.
In this unsafe house lives
one of the many underclass.
"It is the guy's own fault,"
I have heard some folk say.
"There is every opportunity
to climb the upwards way."
If only this were always true.
If only opportunity would knock
on the broken doors of the many
who are downstairs on their luck.
POOR OUTLOOK
From her cracked window she views
a wall that's sprayed with bad news.
Houses here have been broken into.
The buses out of town are very-few.
There's no getting away for a brief-time.
She's stuck with graffiti and the crime.
What is it with the young and poor?
It's not been like this since the war !
WINNING-GRIN
Going 'Dutch' is damn fine
apart from long-relationships.
One will always take control.
Smile girl, swing your hips,
maybe this time you shall win;
or fall again for his got-you-grin?
NEW-WET-WONDERS-IN-A-WORLD-
FOR-DRY-WITS-YOU-WILL-FIND?
You want to change the world?
Then come join the queue.
There are billions of bodies
who're way ahead of you.
But they want to change it
in line with their personal view.
Yes with your very-own beliefs
there are individuals will argue.
Those who will completely agree
with everything you say are few.
Though you are young and naive,
fresh-out-the-water; washed-up-new.
MORE-ARE-NOW
There are boards on the windows,
in the street is broken glass.
In this unsafe house lives
one of the many underclass.
"It is the guy's own fault,"
I have heard some folk say.
"There is every opportunity
to climb the upwards way."
If only this were always true.
If only opportunity would knock
on the broken doors of the many
who are downstairs on their luck.
POOR OUTLOOK
From her cracked window she views
a wall that's sprayed with bad news.
Houses here have been broken into.
The buses out of town are very-few.
There's no getting away for a brief-time.
She's stuck with graffiti and the crime.
What is it with the young and poor?
It's not been like this since the war !
WINNING-GRIN
Going 'Dutch' is damn fine
apart from long-relationships.
One will always take control.
Smile girl, swing your hips,
maybe this time you shall win;
or fall again for his got-you-grin?
NEW-WET-WONDERS-IN-A-WORLD-
FOR-DRY-WITS-YOU-WILL-FIND?
You want to change the world?
Then come join the queue.
There are billions of bodies
who're way ahead of you.
But they want to change it
in line with their personal view.
Yes with your very-own beliefs
there are individuals will argue.
Those who will completely agree
with everything you say are few.
Though you are young and naive,
fresh-out-the-water; washed-up-new.
Friday, August 1, 2014
for PATTAYA TRADER 235 (E)
PAPER CAP
My poem's about you?
You'd like to tear it?
"It is derogatory," you groan?
If the cap fits you can wear it !
My poem's about you?
You'd like to tear it?
"It is derogatory," you groan?
If the cap fits you can wear it !
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