for PATTAYA TRADER 186 (C)

WORDSHAPES
I will square with you:
though there is no proof,
well-rounded-poems
have the ring of truth.

THE-BROOMWITCH-HOUR-
BY-SHE-RETURNS
A brush of lips against lips,
the girl's swept-up into his arms.
He's under the spell of this white-witch.
She sways her man with oldy-world-charms.

WINNER-SWIMMER
The sun sparkles on the water
like the eyes of Neptune's daughter.
Yes Neptune's daughter I call her
whose words are most surely winning
when in my eyes she says she's now swimming.

THE VERSE-DIVINITY
If there's a woman
behind a poet's success,
then I missed-out
more or less.
If there was one, I'd choose
she we poets call the Muse.

THE-WORD-POWER-POET-
DAMNERS?
He writes down many a word
in his own quiet way.
The strong and silent type,
yet with very much to say.

Yes he writes down many a word
with the courage of his convictions,
though there are those talk a lot
would impose on the poet restrictions.

TIME'S UP?
It is rumoured Charlie Manson
could stop clocks with his stare.
He stopped the ticking of hearts
we are all now well-aware,
in a sure cold, cruel, brutal-killing
that Father Time had a fatal hand in?

for PATTAYA TRADER 186 (B)

THE-BAD-MOUTHING-COMIC'S-
WASTED-END-IT-WAS
To get Lenny Bruce
the police-department failed.
It was with his own hand
the foul-mouthed-comic got nailed.
Over a cracked toilet-bowl,
that perhaps was leaking,
a heavy-shot of heroin
sure ended his potty-speaking.

for PATTAYA TRADER 186 (A)

DANCE-WITH-A-DEAD-STRANGER-
DID-THE-NOW-HANGED-JEALOUS-GIRL
Shoot the guy dead did she.
Gunned him out of sheer jealousy.
They say that love sets you free,
but came death for him, for he.
Yes the girl gunned him down.
Shot him again while on the ground.
To jealous she he'd not been bound,
was known to have fooled-around.
A crime of passion, people say,
but it was jealousy danced that day.

JUST-THE-BAKING-HOT-BLACK-COLOURED-
JOSEPHINE-FOR-DIARIST-MANNY
Colette liked her hot chocolate,
and, yes, she had written so.
Find she was referring to
her lover dark-skinned Jo.
The famous Josephine Baker
was the novelist's hot love-maker.

PARENTS-PRODUCE-PARENTS-TO-BE?
Many live their lives through their children,
and their children may live their lives through theirs,
as if their own lives aren't worth living,
or as if life is won by he who dares.

A-REAL-DEALER
You smoke and smoke
and cough and choke.
I tell you, poor sass,
keep off the grass.
Keep off the dope,
off the Bob-Hope.
Now get the deal,
you're a dozy heel.
A potty chain-smoker.
Just a Bob-Hope-Joker.

for PATTAYA TRADER 185 (E)

THE-HONEY-POT-MOON-
DOWNWARD-POURED
My girl and I lay together spooned.
Outside the window the night was mooned.
The stars, like eyes, our bodies ate
with their glare, our  bed their plate.
I did not take her for my wife.
We did not pair like fork and knife.
My girl and I lay together in a spoon
while poured-down upon us a honeyed-moon.

THE VERSE VOCATION
Everyone has a vocation
but there's seldom a vacancy.
Mine was to be a verse-poet.
Not everyone can see
that they have a vocation.
Trains are missed, or there's no staion.

for PATTAYA TRADER 185 (D)

THE-NIGHTLY-TEEMING-RAIN-
SHE-SURE-HEARS
The traditional honeymoon
has been a long time over
for he and she. In fact for years.
Husband no more her lover,
he's down at the pub.
Loss has replaced both's gain.
She's got the kitchen and bedroom
for a ball and chain.
The bed in which to sleep,
the bed in which to dream.
Or the bed in which to lie
and listen to the rain teem.

CAMBODIA'S-COMMUNIST-KIND

Upon bayonets babies perished.
Children's heads smashed against trees.
Adults lined along dug graves.
Dug by themselves. Death's release
came from rifles not far behind.
Cambodia's killing fields of a Pol Potty mind.

FROM-A-BALLROOM-TO-A-
BEDDING-DOWN-MUSIC-WE'LL-SO-FIND
Girl we'll go romancing
down the streets beneath a moon.
I'll bring you back dancing
from the ball to the bedroom.
And find no lowering of the tone
to say we'll make a music all our own.

for PATTAYA TRADER 185 (C)

A-PEACEMAKER-SMOKESCREEN-POEM
Guns are really equalizers
designed to keep the peace?
Go tell that to the ghosts
of the gunned-down deceased !

A-DOWN-STILTED-STREETWALKER?
Lady who walks the street -
highest of heels upon her feet -
shall the stilettoes feel as long
the next time your shoes are on?
Be worn-down like you? Be as beat?

IMPOSED PLEASANTRY?
Mr Wasp is a nasty thing,
cares not whom he may sting,
while our Mr Bumble
seems so nicely humble.
But then he might have to be,
for just the one sting
has our humble-bumble thing.
Find Mr Wasp has three.
Beware, sometimes, nicety,
people may only play the bee !

FOR-MY-FIGHTER-FATHER-
AND-GRANDFATHER
The white poppy of pacifism
defeats the crimson of the blood
spilt fighting against the evil
for which a demonic dictator stood.
And those who burn red poppies
would have each and everyone forget
that history repeats itself,
 if we people will  so let.

for PATTAYA TRADER 185 (B)

OVERDONE OVERTURES
Too many roses will
bring out her thorns.
Too much cooing
make her kill the dove.
Too many chocolates
sure make the girl fat.
Make the girl fat
and yet so thin on love.

THE FIERCE-CREATURES DOT-TO-DOT
PICTURE-BOOKS FIND
Tigers don't change their stripes.
Leopards don't change their spots.
On this only girls-and-boys of early ages
need open their books, turn the pages,
figure-out cruel life by joining the dots.

MILITANT-MESS-TO-SUSS-OUT-LATER?
Anarchists, socialists-and-communists,
together they try capitalism botch.
Who should then get full-power?
Free-loaders? Be it Big Brother's watch?