for PATTAYA TRADER 223 (C)

WALTER-SCOTT-AND-WILLIAM-BLAKE-
IN-SALTBURN
Scott wrote of Greta
and also of Rosslyn.
There's Saltburn's Greta Street
and Roslin House near-in.
Seventh of the River Streets
flowing down onto Albion
that connects with Britannia;
Glenside and Balmoral along
the way to the terrace
with which Albion connects,
fronting one of the seven seas.
Ah the mind, it recollects
Blake's giant with his wife,
and their daughters seven
who are like the Pleiades
up in the starry heaven.

CITY-OF-YORK-VERSE
Fulford, Scarcroft and Wilton,
three places I lived in York City.
Very old capital of the North
after which is named New York
that had been New Amsterdam.
York, York, not young but pretty.
Ah yes York, an inland-port.
Place for a man of verse-poetry.

THE FOREIGN FACE
Her visage was to visit
while deep I slept.
On my sea of dreams
was her face swept.
No ghost but a spirit
the girl came to me
from very far across
the real deep seas.
A foreign female
in England was she,
and I a foreigner
in Siam. Sure damn irony !

for PATTAYA TRADER 223 (B)

A-WINE-GLASS-GIRL-SORT
Like a sparkling wine
inside a glass,
I will drink her up,
I'll have her pass
through my lips -
go my lips between -
till I am lost
in a drunken dream.

DANCE LIBERALLY
It is a white Christmas
though you dance to Bob Marley's ghost.
Not for you the Xmas carols,
you say "Reggae is the most !"
Oh yes you're a 70s girl,
and he was a Rastafetarian.
You are not a Rasta though,
nor even are you a Christian.

THE-WHITE-XMAS-HAS-COME
My oh my, it is Christmastime.
The girl's sure a stocking filler !
Lips as red as a rosy Santa Claus.
Outside the icy-wind's a killer.
But here within my bedroom
she unwraps herself for me
in the glow of a white moon
white as the snow, white as she.

CONTRADICTION
You're more than silver,
you're more than gold.
You are a treasure
my very eyes behold.

And though it is I think
many-possessions a crime,
I say to you, girl,
be mine, be mine !

DARTING-DEVILING-VERSE
Swifts were known
as devilings.
Girl you were
forever circling
like a swift
with its eye
on the lookout
for a meaty-fly.
Fast fast fast
girl on the wing.
Still on the run
you deviling?

THE-RUSSIAN-SOVIET-COMMUNISTS-
SURE-LIKED-A-LOT-THEIR-VODKA
I see a tramp
who is burden-free
but for his bottle
that keeps him company.

I see a queeen
who is burden-free
but for her crown
of responsibility.

We'd have the State
take burden away,
live irresponsibly
and be drunk all day?

CORRECTION:

Again, I apologise for some typing errors. I think Jaberwock has only the one 'b', I've spelt it with two, and in Herge, for the Tintin verse, I've missed out the 'r'. There are many more errors and apologies throughout as one scrolls down. As somebody said, such prolific outpourings are bound to carry errors in the rush to print. Captain Mark, THE GOOD SHIP ALBION.

for PATTAYA TRADER 223 (A)

WIDEN-THE-KIDS'-MINDS-
WITH-COSMIC-WONDER
From the mighty claws
of Lewis Carroll's Jabberwock,
to the pointy Vulcan ears
of Star Trek's Mr Spock;
adventures underground
and in far outerspace.
Yes mankind's imagination
has a very special place
in time; tick-tock tick-tocky.
Mr Spock back to Jabberwocky.

for PATTAYA TRADER 222 (G)

INTER-TOWERS
So said she, like an old sage,
"This child is much older than his age.
He was born before his time.
The star of genius is his sign.
Let not my words ring hollow,
this man grown many will follow,
but many more shall envy him
and try to end his towering.
It's the way of the little man.
Ugly-dwarves against gentle-giants band."

A-ROYAL-PURPLE
Pushing-forth, the purple leaves
crown the branches of the trees
by the play-park to the right
of my window. In the sunlight
spring-kings are these trees
with their very-fine purple royalty.

COMICAL CLEESE
Yes the comedian John Cleese
would have been known as Jack Cheese
had his father not changed his surname.
He thought fellow troopers might tease
and so changed his last name to Cleese.
But comically it found son John fame.

for PATTAYA TRADER 222 (F)

SO-BEST-DO-YOU-BOLT-LADY
It takes no thief to catch a thief,
but somebody who can think like one.
It was he caught you up to mischief.
Ah yes you sure were undone.

No lady Robin Hood, though bold,
he finds that you've been around.
Like the robbeer barons of old
you're too taxing for his town.

So begone, yes so begone,
swift as an arrow that flies.
No thief though he can think like one,
he sees straight behind your lying eyes.

MORTAL MUSE
The poet made you immortal, girl,
by naming you in verse.
But how long is immortality?
The world will end. Far worse,
even the gods of very old
ended before the world is done.
But words give them immortality,
and man's not yet struck dumb.

for PATTAYA TRADER 222 (E)

NETWORK
"I read your verses in the bath,
some are funny, sure make me laugh,"
said she whose hair still was wet.
A silvery-fish in my poetry-net?

FAIRYLIGHT-CITIES-ARE-HERE-FIND
Flashlights on your motorcar
are yesterday's men's fairy-things.
But, as with most fairytales,
there are the monstrocities they bring.
Cramped city streets and foul air.
Of fairystories sure do be aware !

for PATTAYA TRADER 222 (D)

RERISEN
We loved, we loved,
until out of breath;
under damp-sheets ours
was a little death.

Little death, little death,
ah loved we so much.
She and I alive again
at the gentlest touch.

HOMO-SAPIEN-AND-HOMO-SUPERIOR
From the solar hero, god of the sun,
was the swastika-symbol wrung.
Hitler loved the Wagnerian,
and was also a Nietzsche fan.
Though death was Hitler's Aryan,
not the life of Nietzsche's Superman.
A non-drinker and a vegetarian,
but Buddha proved the better man.

for PATTAYA TRADER 222 (C)

PUSSYWILLOW
Gnarly-knuckled,
the fingers of the trees
go scratch the air
in the icy-breeze.
A pusscat presses
poky-nose to the pane.
In a heated frenzy
she scratches the frame.
Window on a cat
with Willow for a name?

for PATTAYA TRADER 222 (B)

THE-ROCK-HARD-ROAD-ROLLERS
Heathens, savages, barbarians;
every country has been there.
Now bards, bandits, bohemians;
they're going and getting everywhere.
Some will pen-hand it, some gun-hand it,
and some just roam aimlessly nomadic,
the world carry-on rolling to nowhere.

for PATTAYA TRADER 222 (A)

THE-VERSIFIER-TRAVELLED-TOO-LADY-
AS-YOU-HAD-FORESEEN
The gypsy-girl at the door,
when I was a child of four,
in Carlton close to Drax -
that was named after Dreux? -
owned by the family De Bruc.
She said the forces there
helped to make men aware
and that a poet I would be,
but then would turn the sea
after I had journeyed afar
in the following of my star,
new direction take my pen
first learnt by a fairy glen,
and close to a fairy dell
my words cast, my words spell
would I. What was her name
who foresaw me by Gypsy Lane?

DEAD-SID-AND-NANCY
Low-down was Sid
and low-down Nancy.
He a Sex Pistol
and she a groupie.

The both of them
would get to blows
only for low-down Sid
to suck Nancy's toes.

Sadomasochism?
Opium poppies danced.
High on heroin they.
Dead flowers of romance.

LOW-DOWN LIARS
They smile too much,
say "Trust me, trust me, trust me."
The smiles a damn mask,
their words are a fallacy.
Unhappy liars these folk be.

A-BLUFF-PIPE-PUFFER
Ah, clouded by smoke the pot pipe dreamer.
He sure is having a very high-time.
Thinks he loves everyone and everyone him, the smoker.
Oh yes, he is feeling ever so fine.
And while he chain-smokes the stuff
who can challenge his intoxicated bluff?

for PATTAYA TRADER 221 (F)

YOUTH-AND-ELEDERLY-TRUTH
You think that you are Tintin,
a cartoon character by Hege,
when you are not thinking
you are Simenon's Inspector Maigret.
Run with your pooch Snowy
like a daring boy at play,
or walk your dog by the canal...
yes walk away, ever away,
like a mystery solving man
aware he is no Peter Pan.

for PATTAYA TRADER 221 (E)

SURE-POLLIED-OFF-MY-PERCH-
YOU-WILL-FIND-OUT !
Keep my head above the parapet?
Is that part-parrot and part-carpet?
I'll keep my head below the carpet
lying pissed as a damn parrot !

I DON'T BUY YOUR MARXISM
Che Guevara T-shirts.
There's damn-money to be made
out of a young dead rebel.
Set up your stall for trade.
Long hair and beard like he had too,
now selling out bigtime are you.

for PATTAYA TRADER 221 (D)

SURE-CANNOT-'BRAKE'-THE-HABIT-SHE
Mr Wheeler-Dealer
gives his girl tracks.
It's a vicious cyle.
Find no peddling back.

On a dead-end street
can't turn around, she
rides rear-tandem
with her Mr Fatality.

for PATTAYA TRADER 221 (C)

A MID-LIFE CRISIS
Through Dante's dark wood
you don't stroll, you crawl.
The heaviness of the trees,
the blackness of their leaves,
bring you down before them all.
Though soon you will see a light
in the life-crisis of your midnight.

HARROWING HOLOCAUST
Heavy as an army tank
was the air, how it stank
of sweat, blood and death.
A camp built to steal the breath
of the very old, the very young,
of every age. All sure were dumb
but for the likes of Sophie Scholl
whose own head was to roll.
Yes heavy as an army tank
was the air for Anna Frank.

for PATTAYA TRADER 221 (B)

A-CARD-READER-HERE-IN-MY-HAND
"It's in the cards,
it's in the Tarot,
there is a girl
in your tomorrow."

Now my tomorrow
is my today,
and mine the card-girl
of yesterday.

UP-AND-AWAY
Yes love and hate
are from the same source.
Two sides to one coin.
Rousseau knew of course.
The penny upwards toss;
both sides, find, your loss.

for PATTAYA TRADER 221 (A)

FIND-TURN-AROUND-TIDES-
WILL-FLOOD
And so it is
the oceans roar,
great rocks are cast
upon the shore.
The angry god
of the vast deep -
who sank Atlantis
into a sleep -
swishes his tail
and huge waves form.
White as Pegasus
they rise and storm.
Of mighty-floods
beware all men,
sea-god Poseidon
will send them.
Fill his Kingdom
with evil-waste do,
and his tides
shall turn on you.

IT'S-FEAR-AND-FAILURE-IN-
A-PROMISED-UTOPIA
Ignorance is guaranteed,
sealed with a dictator's kiss
deadly as a poisonous weed
in the State of Bliss.

There is no bed of roses,
there are only barbs and thorns.
Broken the promise of utopia.
No one is riding unicorns.

There are ogres in Fairyland
but this is damn Dystopia.
It is no horn of plenty.
There is no cornucopia.

Yes ignorance is guaranteed,
sealed with a dictator's kiss
deadly as a poisonous weed
in the State of Bliss.