Poetry

I was sittin inside the outside dunny When a red back spider came my way

This is my 100th submission to Thailand Stories, and a good time to take stock of what I have experienced in Thailand, and what I have written about it.

Today when I stand in front of the mirror, I see a streak of silver hair

Put one of Ireland’s gifts to the world together with one of Thailand’s, and what do you get - limericks for a Pattaya bargirl.

Thai girls are beautiful, fun-loving and sexy, and if that's not enough, there are at least seven more reasons why you should get one!

A rant against Western Women (with some help from Byron here and there, particularly stanza II).

A new take on a famous passage by Shakespeare.

Window divides the emptiness of sky in a crisscross pattern, Outside, night is the darkness of a jasmine bowl, Song of a forlorn wind vibrates the stillness of the room.

This poem is based on the sextina (sestina) form which uses repeated words instead of rhymes.

She really did wear this T-shirt, and it really did make me think. It is now one of the maxims by which I try to live my life.

This little poem tells the true story of how I met my teerak. It really was the pigtails that attracted me at first, though I soon learned to appreciate her jai dee.

I only found out quite recently that, what the British call a thong, the American's call a T-back. I like that word because it makes a strong visual impression. It made an even stronger visual impression when I met Pak…

My mother used to call me “ma noi” when I was a baby. Then one day I became “mia noi” for a Thai man, who took care of me well till I had my baby. Then I became “ma” for my little one.

Strong language and adult themes as Jim gets down to basics with Jiab.