for PATTAYA TRADER 190 (F)

THE-PICTURY-POEM-FRAME-
YOU-CAN-RIGHT-HERE-FIND
A picture can paint a thousand words
and a few words paint a thousand pictures,
coming across within the frame, the strictures,
of a dreamy-poem that is seen or heard.

WINNERS-AND-LOSERS
There is something somewhat amiss
when behaving like Oliver Twist
we ask for more and more
seeing that we are relatively-poor
compared to those who live uptown
and lord it like they wear a crown.
We say that it'd be far best
if the world relied less and less
on money, while yet wanting it,
making each-one of us a hypocrite,
and playing the national lottery
only proves our great dishonesty.
"Someone has to win," we say,
"let it be all others who lose today !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 190 (E)

IN-MINT-CONDITION-
WAS-NOW-PAST-SHE
La Belle Stuart, chaste-duchess,
there on the coinage of the nation.
The girl modelled as Britannia.
Cost a pretty-penny to gain intimation?

for PATTAYA TRADER 190 (D)

A-REAL-HIGH-AEROPLANE-POEM?
'Whatever Happened To Baby Jane?'
I can tell what happened to you.
Some of us are on a higher plane,
some of us on the underground train
that runs off the rails, poor girl who
is off the mark and off Mark, I
being off you Jane, off you, girl, too.
Yes some of us appear to go fly,
some of us appear to ever crash.Why
is that Jane? Heights just not for you?

for PATTAYA TRADER 190 (C)

THE-OLD-AND-WISE-NIGHT-TIME-
WATCHOWLS-SHALL-AWAKE
Outside my window
the seagulls wheel.
Hills left, bridge right,
in front a school.
Soon set the sun
and stars like eyes
will peep on in
and owls sure rise.
On the school's roof
may one go alight
and be a watchman
in the dark night.

FRUIT-AND-VEGETABLE-GIRL-YOU-ARE-
VALERIE-I-FIND
You can't eat living things,
though beef is surely dead-meat,
and that fruit was living, girl,
till you picked it for a treat !

A-WATERWORLD-WOMAN-AND-I?
You say I'm young-looking for my age.
You tell me that's just the truth.
Perhaps I was baptised, lovely-girl,
in the legendary fountain of youth?

You are young and mermaid-like
with your sweet off-shore charms.
My star-sign is the water-carrier,
let me lift you up here in my arms.

for PATTAYA TRADER 190 (B)

ACT-CUPID-NOT-I
I am not the one to play cupid.
I'm no Jane Austen match-maker.
Got them together? Someone else did.
I don't want to be the credit-taker
who will later get the damn blame
should they fall foul in the marriage-game.

for PATTAYA TRADER 190 (A)

GREER-SURE-DOESN'T-UNDERSTAND-
JIM-MORRISON'S-LYRICAL-CREATION
Germaine does not know
what it is to wallow in the mire
happy as pigs in muck
after lighting a mutual fire.

Germaine doesn't know
how to get even higher
by giving it another go.
No desire or just retired?

SUCH-A-BRASHY-BLONDE-IS-SHE
They call her Mayfair Madge.
She wears success like a badge.
Elevated up from the streets
where she'd sang for sweets and treats,
down to her roots hair dyed fine.
Even her childhood. "That wasn't mine !"

SOME MAY, SOME WILL
The lady's hair tied-up,
or the lady's hair let-down,
on the beauty's head
go place a gold-crown.

Go place a gold-crown
on the beauty's head.
Were the lady a leader,
by beauty might I be led.

TAKE-TREAT-TIP-MINE
The girl charmed me
with cheap champagne
and her strawberry-lips.
The girl warmed me
with her sweet laughter
and firm shapely-hips.
Champagne and strawberries,
they go down a treat,
yes take my tip.

for PATTAYA TRADER 189 (E)

ONESELF
I talk to myself
and myself talks to me.
We two are as one,
no split-personality !
We speak, yes we speak,
we speak but quietly.
Best not be overheard.
You and yourself agree?

CALLED-A-POET-AND-
COMEDIAN-AM-I
She said to me
"You sure are funny,
and laughter's a tonic !"
There are the days
when the poet plays
and ladies call him a comic.

SEASONAL-ADJUSTMENT-DISORDER-
DEAR-GIRL?
Find love and laughter
are serious things,
can make girls queens
and guys kings.
But love doesn't make you glad.
The sun, not rain, makes you sad.

THE-CLEAR-SKY-BLUE-TRUTH-
OUT-WILL-COME
Lies, lies, lies,
find all about
like a swarm of flies,
but truth will out.

Ah truth will out
like a butterfly
climbing on upwards
to a clear blue sky.

LOVED-THE-HEAVENLY-ORGANIST-
THE-SO-DEVOUT-GIRLS !
He perfected the seed-drill,
performed each Sunday, this man who
played on the church organ
for the congregation to listen to.
The ladies declared his music beautiful
who knew the man, Jethro Tull.