"siam" poems
Remember Barbara
It rained relentlesly on Brest that day
And you walked smiling
Beaming ravishing drenched
Under the rain
Remember Barbara
It rained relentlesly on Brest that day
And I ran into you in Siam Street
You were smiling
And I smiled too
Remember Barbara
You whom I didn't know
You who didn't know me
Remember
Remember that day still
Don't forget
A man was taking cover on a porch
And he cried your name
Barbara
And you ran to him under the rain
Beaming ravishing drenched
And you threw yourself in his arms
Remember that Barbara
And don't be mad if I speak familiarly
I speak familiarly to everyone I love
Even if I've seen them only once
I speak familiarly to all who are in love
Even if I don't know them
Remember Barbara
Don't forget
That good and happy rain
On your happy face
On that happy town
That rain upon the sea
Upon the arsenal
Upon the Ushant boat
Oh Barbara
What stupidity is war
Wwhat has become of you
Under this iron rain
Of fire and steel and blood
And he who held you in his arms
Amorously
Is he dead and gone or still so much alive
Oh Barbara
It's rained all day on Brest today
As it was raining before
But it isn't the same anymore
And everything is wrecked
It's a rain of mourning terrible and desolate
Nor is it still a storm
Of iron and steel and blood
But simply clouds
That die like dogs
Dogs that disappear
In the downpour drowning Brest
And float away to rot
A long way off
A long long way from Brest
Of which there's nothing left.
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my girl loves a girl
they kiss all the time
candy melts an sugar ****
oh god it's sublime
glitter pink feet arched
sometimes its a show
they do it all night
mouths ******* tongues
fire and light
wet drool kisses
sweet voices tingle
**** brushing lips
voluptuous mingle
butter and *****
coos and weeping ***** tears
they dance and they wiggle
im the king of Siam
both come to me
im the luckiest man
the god of ****
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
Memes! Angels, aberrations of opposition super standing
overseeing you,
The screamin' heebie jeebies.
Yo, where you wanta go, you axin me we just go
with it, the flow 'know?
What I mean is, are we memes or mes or messes of yeses
gone all johnny rcome late-rotten scarred scared, some thing not so far
from sacred when you put your mind to the whole idea of life being
at all. Thinking this is not easy. We are Able. Our belly's living waters cry out,
you are your brother's keeper, yes, you are.
Be leavin' that be, I am is, and you is,
too. When you apprehend the meme named
war.
That meme has led the me-me mob for as far as men
remember, but
now, machines remember for us, all the facts, just
the facts, ma'am.
Why'd the d go into a comma, Pop?
Welt (Duetch, bitte) Enshaung, glaube ich, vie leicht, aber
are we ever going to filter out these German bleed-overs?
stay tuned, next week the meme beacon is pulled down,
who shall pre or post or ex maybe vail, travail, like
trip
wow, I hate being a 20 year old vet back in the U.S. of A.
FTA All the way, Airborne
******** Herman Hesse ********
Jorney to and fro the east to west, and soon, et
cetera. Siam is a mere myth now, eh?
As the Narnia thing not called a heathen lie was allowed
allowable in mere Christianity.
I've only seen the English POV's on PBS, they may be filtered through
feedback, meme belching bursting bubbles from new wine 'nold vessels about to plode into eternity, singing along.
Thank you, very much. May I introduce, duce, intro duce, y'gittin this?
Duce means 2 if you see e squeen between, you see that?
Fun. No reason for fun? Who here, now, believes that or, no,
bees leavin' those lies be told?
Hunh? Y'know? Watch man, waht of the night?
See, what I mean? All this from me hearin' some guy say,
"Come and see, like that was okeh. For any body, n'me, too.
Thinking, as a past-time, is pointless. You know, if you act like it.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
Thailand ******
Can read my mind
See my desire
Feel my pain
Siam Halloween in nana klong toey
Thai delights even the ladyboys look good tonight they know how to **** over and survive using a cheap disguise
Hey forang you wanna **** me?
1000 baht short time curiosity.
I prefer real ladies with juicy butts
Flavored with beer and sangsom whiskey *****
Take me home beat me with your
**** asian Treats
Make me lick your ***** feets
Asian women are my lust filled desire
They sit on my face until I can't breath no more
Than make me pay for my ***** laundry
Soap me up and knock me down
Bangkok Thailand is my home town
I slither along the Sukhumvit soi 11, devoted to the ***** I'm in 7th heaven...
Her **** smells better than stupid blonde Suzy the airhead girl next door boring rubber doll
Asian toilet scrubbers turn me on the never heard of boring old vain Beverly hills ugly rodeo drive full of stuffy old hags high on ****** pills
Sad drag Beverly hills I lived in that phoney fake berg I love the ancient town Bangkok where my face gets slapped and hurt!
*** is a weapon.
****** are mans desire
Zeus fell in lust with a Greek goddess than expired?
Nasty ****** in Thailand make me hard
I become 18 again nothing else matters but fun with that wanna be ******
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
The chao phraya river song
by: David Wayne Clare
Down by the River (echo-ee, a Capella) Down by the River (echo-ee, a Capella)
Down By the River, don't dive in, them sharks are real-damn-mean but, that's where you'll find me... along with buzzards, ******** and kumoi dope fiends...
Chorus
we love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're my home !
now...
oriental Asian Ladies, Thailand's **** Siam queens
I dig them slant-eyed ******
them sticky cat-faced chicks on Soi 13!
(Miami Hotel)
cause they love that ***** water ...
oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're my home !
(Harmonica Solo)
You'll find me trashed one morning (smashed!)
Iced-down in China Town; all crying alone...
One day I'll never leave here (Lord!) Unless an Esan Girl might claim me for her own...
'cause I love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're my home !
Refrain
Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River...
Buddha!
Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River...
Oh, Bangkok, Thailand... you're my home!
(Sharp jumps from river with snied smile... big splash sound...)
(c) in perpetuity, David John Clare Clairvoyant Music BMI
Thailand...
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
The chao phraya river song
by david john clare
Down by the River (echo-ee, a Capella) Down by the River (echo-ee, a Capella)
1 Down By the River, don't dive in, them sharks are real-damn-mean but, that's where you'll find me...
along with buzzards, ******** and kumoi dope fiends...
chorus 'cause we love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're our home !
2 now...Oriental Asian Ladies, Thailand's **** Siam queens
I dig them slant-eyed ****** Them
Sticky cat-faced chicks on Soi 13! 'cause they love that ***** water ...
oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're my home !
(Harmonica Solo)
3 You'll find me trashed one morning (smashed!)
Iced-down in China Town; all crying alone...
One day I'll never leave here (Lord!) Unless an Esan Girl might claim me for her own...
'cause I love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're our home !
Refrain
Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River...
Buddha!
Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Chao Phrya River, Chao Phraya River...
Oh, Bangkok you're my home!
(Big smiling shark jumps from river with switchblade knife in between teeth...)
fin
(c) in perpetuity, David John Clare Clairvoyant Music BMI
Thailand...
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
he is home
he came
from siam yonder
shouts from the ground floor
heralded his return
smile escaped from my static face
call out
his name
thunder, rain
dark face
swivels to the left
five foot ten rises up from the plastic chair as dark as him
i
expect a hug
but lo
i am not a child, not anymore
a protocol of high fives replayed
and the traffic of words return to the highway of arsenal, chelsea, man city
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
hi,
first time?
no? hmmm
im siam and you are?
cold turkey.
cold turkey, nice name.
is that for real coz im starting to believe it.
sigh, of course not!
as if siam is your real name duh!
haha
do you want to go out and have life outside
or you just want to sit back and relax as if you enjoy all this ****
what do you want siam?
im free.
sure!
*****
no thanks,
im done with 1 bottle already.
weak!
kiddin, hi im oyster and you are?
oyster, sound scandal isnt it?
yah,
i know.
im free,
sure.
who am i?
rabbit?
cement?
who am i?
say it louder,
who am i?
pablo,
oslo,
just do it!
done.
same.
wait,
what's your name again?
it doesnt matter anyway,
call me whatever you like.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC
The cheery, bronze bell heralds our coming--
A stout, brown man, a happy Buddha wearing my father’s vest
And his diminutive daughter, a caramel girl with inquisitive eyes
Marveling over the lush painted settings
The tapestries of women with slanted eyes,
Sitting precariously on rocks, surrounded by wild ocean-foam
Mermaid mistresses I imagine
With long golden nails,
A holy temple atop each brow, an adorning crown
Past the multicolored, patterned elephants
And silk orchid flowers,
Gliding across dark, cherry-chocolate wood
Lacquered, glossy as her watching eyes
As if all were coated with amber honey-sap
They take their thrones.
The windows are draped in lace and purple
The color of monarchs, even the plump, crystal glasses
Shine pale maroon, like African violets, in their elegance
And a Bengal Sugar Sweet Tiger, swims in each cup
Dusky orange, as a faded sunset
Belly up he is curled, exposing white soft cream…
And florescent rice crackers
Lie popped in a porcelain dish
Stiff and bright,
Like skeleton jellyfish, frozen
In mid-propelled undulation,
About to escape
Before they are dipped and broken
In sticky pepper, gold-gilded sauce
Rich curries; satay, with alien names
Are laid before them, feast upon feast
Savory meats and vegetables soaked in vinegars;
A parade of colors and textures and tastes
Every plate garnished, an artwork…
And while she surveys this domain,
In all its tiny grandeur, a feeling of
Dignity creeps down her shoulder, straightens her spine
To think that part of her is from such a kingdom
Though she might never see it
To still feel like royalty,
The Queen of Siam.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
Written in Bangkok, Thailand SE Asia, Siam
a.k.a. "Skype Love" a.k.a. "Skype Life" a.k.a. "Skype Fun"
The Skype Theme Song "The Skype Song"
written by: David John Clare
(Sci-Fi Techno Music)
Verse 1
Feel the shock, hear the buzz, Turn-on your screen, so you can see what it does
Tells you who's there, finds you a date, Friendly webcam faces: how they radiate
Never be bored, Skype gives us something to do, Her electric eyes to watch me in my view
Lightning filled hands, good tingling sensations, Skype runs the world: on a single cosmic vibration
Chorus 1
Skype Love: an on-line chat with a new friend I know, Skype Life, You sound so good, feels so good to me
Skype Fun, It's me Oh Yeah!, always on the go, Skype Me Now! ... makes it so easy like: 1-2-3
Verse 2
How it works so well: nobody knows, It's more than simply just 1's & O's
Skype don't lie, no it's not science fiction, A very clean high, our one and only addiction
Brand new friends, new loved ones too, In every country a cool rendezvous
A lovely Chat? Well it gets better than that! If you don't Skype, then you don't know where it's at!
Chorus 2
Skype Love, It's my computer on video, Skype Life, You sound so good, look so nice to me
Skype Fun, It's us Oh Yeah!, always on the go, Skype Someone now! ... it all so easy as 1-2-3
Bridge
Go feel the magic on-line, Someone now: is as close as your hand
Now finally every thing's fine
The World is now: at your command, command, command ... **** Pow!)
Chorus 3
Skype Love: an on-line chat with a true-friend I know, Skype Life, It's great, always there for me
Skype Fun, You sound so good, it's so cool to go
Skype ! Sign Up Now! ('cuz), It's for free, for free, for free, for free, for free... (echo-fade)
© In Perpetuity written by: David w. Clare Clairvoyant Music / BMI
all rights reserved by the author
Skype: xendavid
email: [email protected]
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
I am so sick of this smog,
(And the plane has only just landed).
Gray and gold, it smothers the city;
I already miss cotton-ball clouds
In a sky that is blue, just blue,
Floating.across flat green fields filled
With yellow-topped corn and spindly windmills.
The flatness is immense here,
But clotted with a wreck of suburbia,
Boxy ranches and sudden apartment buildings.
Instead of a harvest, the backyards are filled
With cement and fetal-curved swimming pools.
Every bit of it looks about to crack
Under all this weight.
The palm trees that used to look exotic
And spark my mind with other people’s sold memories
Of India, Siam, and Hollywood,
Are now tacky, too tall,
Hovering over the highway wall.
They look like a locust infestation.
Even the white windmills
Seemed more benign, their blades
Whipping around and around
As if they were ready for a fight.
Ten months is too long for LA,
But it would probably be too long for heaven, as well.
So when I settle for good,
It will be in a house
With a winter view of the river,
A highway drive from the city.
This valley, though sometimes empty, is filled
With both silence and cement,
Sunshine and snow and thunderstorms,
And the only house that matters,
With a winter view of the river.
Jul 4, 2011
Jul 4, 2011 at 5:06 PM UTC
So while
"Gate, Gate,
Paragate,
Parasamgate,
Bodhi,
Svaha!"
is the Great Dharani
and the Radiant Supreme Mantram,
we must also
keep in mind
The Lesser Dharani
of
"Oo Ee
Oo Ah Ah
Ting Tang
Walla Walla Bing Bang"
and also meditate
on the Lesser Mantram
of
"Ohwah
Tagoo
Siam"
and always remember
that us poets
are all enlightened
because we know
the sound
of one hand clapping
because
we always seem
to hear it
when we read aloud
at poetry readings.
Jul 14, 2012
Jul 14, 2012 at 7:12 AM UTC
You stir it one way and they the other,
but the mixture stays just as hot
You attack their motives and they attack yours,
while the contents boil and rot
“It needs to be this way”… the other side revolts,
“Your mind’s faulty with avarice and greed”
The *** has simmered; the broth is thick,
and its bottom not easy to see
A mutual exclusion, first left then right
a feast—all soul’s consumed
With spoon or fork, its offering slick
when the bowls come out at noon
In single file, day turns to night
pointed talk with nothing said
Both cupboard’s bare, two rat’s within
guarding their last crust of bread
When the final story is written and told
of what in concert you destroyed
A drum will beat, zero-sum complete
leaving you soulless—but still conjoined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
There is only
One job
For me to do
To meet flesh
And go right through
I wonder
How many
Brother bullets
Have I in this world
Today
And how many new
Brothers
Are born
Every day
How many die
Because of me
And how many
Suffer injury
Good thing I don’t
Have a mind
Where I go
I don’t decide
Could be any soldier
But without his body armour
If he wears a metal hat
I couldn’t go through that
Could be a baby
In his pram
In Siam
Or Amsterdam
In London Town
Or Paraguay
But
More likely
In The USA
Could be
A newly-married girl
Anywhere in the world
Or maybe
A holy priest
Anywhere
In The Middle East
Good thing I don’t
Have a mind
Where I go
I don’t decide
Sean Hunt June 13 2016
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
My mother paints the Tokyo cherry trees.
She sketches the butterflies of Siam.
Some day, she'll bring my children
Their very own Indian elephants.
She wants to put an Asian painting
On every wall of her house,
But her African sculptures
Take up too much space.
I have never left my home, but she
Has been to the nooks and crannies
Of the pharoah's tombs in Giza,
And to the silver church of Kizhi island.
She brings them back to me
In pictures and words.
She holds Russia in her voice
When she tells me of a woman in a shawl
Who didn't smile for a picture,
Or a young couple on a moped
Who held a live chicken in their arms.
I shall never have to leave the safety
Of a warm sunday blanket,
When her arms are there to hold me
And sweep me to Arabia.
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 3:22 PM UTC
Whiskers stir on dandelion stems
While dawn departs on fragrant winds.
“We see the sun, his shadow’s falling,”
from the treetops, cried the waling-waling.
Wink awake oh dreaming rose
Brush your trestles from the briers
Till the soils of your tactics
And climb the trellis to all you aspire.
Your roses wait another day
To see how green his eyes.
Ruby hues will take their queues
From the orchids when they cry.
Dream you’ll hear a swinging gate
While working in your garden
There past the fountain, you’ll catch an image
Of someone lost within.
You know this scented presence
Though its logic reveals little
Until he steps into the garden
Of long awaiting petals.
The orchids shout to the dandelions
“time to close up, it’s after dark.”
While two cool cats curl up to nap
in the cradle of an open heart.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
help me if you can, cuz salutary
hans solo impossible missions
fall short asper this mwm to break free,
thus Siam game for heroic measures to wrest
sill loose, gnome hatter
remaining time on Earth
strong arm gull lancing tactics
aye need to vest
from perverted imps stranglehold
upon healthy existence
will resort to extreme thine body electric
(serves as kool aid base sic acid) test
hosting ocd (analogous to a
suckling leech happy fiend)
disallowing this mwm
(similar to Sir Issac Newton) begs to take a rest
nurses nourishment feeding off host
(thyself) linkedin, sans sybaritic symbiotic,
excising unhealthy sycophantic relationship
long term ultimate quest
shucking loose obsessive pest
compulsive disorder moocher
drilled deep into psyche tub billed a nest
which bred a hardy crop that messed
up with my enjoying life tooth ha max,
viz parasitic, opportunistic,
narcissistic fealty must stop lest
asphyxiation undermines ability to jest
as if deadly poison
this chap (as a kid) accidentally did ingest
hence this attempt at plaintive pleading
for mental health professional
took hum at my be hest
a much more welcome guest
versus nemesis grounded rivaling mount Everest
that tis all i write unloading off my chest
an agile, fertile, and nimble sprite
who already out best
this scrivener, now completed poem
confiding bugaboo aye attest.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
Fancying myself a sophisticated gentleman, I like to lobby sit.
I have favorite spots like the Palmer House Hotel lobby in Chicago
where I'd even light a cigar and smugly read the Chicago Tribune
in one of their leather chairs
or else when the Yankees
or other visiting pro sports teams
were in town buy a Milky Way
and the Sporting News at the newsstand
hoping to rub elbows
with some of the players
as they paused there
on the way to their rooms.
I can also remember sitting there
one time gaping at the Embassy Room marquise
when it advertised the Supremes singing there -
I also liked to lobby sit in the lobby of the Aster Hotel
near Times Square where our family would stay
on trips to New York
and maybe catch a glimpse of say a new phenomenon -
then a bag lady as she wandered in looking for a place to take a load off
or else I hoped to see some Band standers from Philadelphia come through
as they were there in New York spending the weekend
to appear on **** Clark's Live Saturday Night Show from New York.
Also I enjoy sitting in lobbies of the Desert Inn and Siam City in Fort Lauderdale
listening for the Yankees serve on the Clure Migas sports segment
on the late night news
or else sitting in the lobby of the Ordillone Hotel on Miami Posada
watching the McCarthy hearings.
One time when I was lobby sitting at the local Ramada Inn Hotel in Champaign
some Champaign police came in and ordered me out
and said something to the effect of "if you want to lobby sit, go up to Chicago and do it
but not here - this can barely be called a small city"
But yeah the satisfaction of lobby sitting in general.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
Somewhere
could be close as your living room
maybe as far as Siam
Two idiots gonna prove
they ain't never possessed a clue
not one brilliant idea between them
Telling stupid stories
making them all up
each one half as believable as the last
Soon they're angry at each other
Ronnie launched projectile *****
in the general direction of Ray_Ray
There are no words gross and horrible enough to describe the things Ray Ray was planning and doing against Ronnie
They only happy conclusion
is the thought the Ray and Ronnie will be sleeping on the floor, sprawled on the wet linoleum of a floor covered wit trite,offal, straight up **** Gobs of spit, the precarious bar of which they need to rise
Those ********* died the Martyr-ific death like only they could die I honestly think they get more thrill out dying than any of the rest.
Let 'em die
we have no use for them
it's what they wanted all along
Everybody was having a good dead
Two freaks making faces at each other and us ain't about to make a deal out of it
think we'll mosey on our merry way
Leave all that analysing where it belongs
I know a poet who could
Put an end to the coral that doesn't honor the almighty honor bound
He can hide them in his closest
Melt their bodies in barbells of acid,
Much less to deal with
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
Thailand (siam for us lovers)
King Bhumipol die
Love is love
Goodbye
Thai
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
the cry of blue siam
bit like houndstooth
through my irish skin
and when my ears
heard it true
i jumped
out from within
the blue i knew too well
but the cry was foreign to me
and my skin bled some color
i knew
as houndstooth broke my skin
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
and i was the enchantment waiting to find you...
when i was a daughter of siam i cried so beautifully at night for my husband's love when i was asleep that i became his favourite wife and he promised to love me forever.
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 3:30 PM UTC