A Limerick To Richard Hall

“A Limerick To Richard Hall”

They had it all.

His family was waiting for the call.

That made Mr. Tush fall.

His sister Sue began to bawl.

Brother Randy ate his dandy candy.

Sister Debbie talked to her Rebbe.

Aunt Eileen let out a piercing scream.

He had called the White House’s resident president.

Telling him he’d like to vote for him again.

After the fall of the Isis’ wall.

“Nothing at all,” said the President resident.

I will still have to tape this call.

By Jonathan Billet

09.25.2014…        

Crystal Vegas

"Crystal Vegas"

Crystal Vegas, show me all of your lights.

For all these nights.

A gamble's heights.

Just want to see your sights.

Sounds of slot machines are loud to my ear.

Like the music and free beer.

Can you hear?

R me here?

Are you near?

Have no fear.

My love grows for you by the year.

Love my first love.

The beautiful dove.

Far from below you are above.

I call you Elena.

By Jonathan Billet

Honey Wine

                                                "Honey Wine"

Starlit soul of sunshine.

Essence of moon dust.

Father earth time.

Mothers' births rhyme.

My shadow's mime.

Isn't worth a Roosevelt's dime.

Eddie and Teddy flying backwards in their time machine.

In order to reach the beginning of human life.

New Native American spirit man's land.

A dybbuk in the holy land.

The first coming of a new age.

Another newly born sage.

Printed on The New York Time's front page.

Earning the minimum's wage.

I'm just singing tunes from a bird cage.

All the rage on the broadcaster's news.

I'm a forecaster of foreign influenza blues.

Inoculation of a different population.

Without doubt or hesitation.

By Jonathan Billet 09.25.2014         

Mother Of Souls

                            "Mother Of Souls"

Soul of suns' shine in rhyme.

Father of an earth.

Mother grabbing giver of birth.

Stars of a mourning moon on the bright afternoon I saw.

After midnight men defined their law.

Up against a wall.

Thought it was Weed's cop down my hall.

Just waiting for time pieces to fall on my wall.

Listening in on a residential call.

On my wireless computer heard by all.

Just before space ends to start small. 

Trillions of days in the mall.

After the last fall there was a baby's crawl.

Love tall Texas you all.

By Jonathan Billet

09.25.2014        

My Hesitations' Resurrection

                                  "My Hesitations' Resurrection"

I enjoy reading about the bit and wisdom of nihilism that is art.

We get gratification's gratuity in the garden of life's depth.

Time machines take me to a hidden universe.

Drowned in The Great Salt Lake.

It was a big mistake.

Took it with a grain of salt.

I am a whole wheat grain who goes by the name Colonel Corn Flake.

Just an ear of corn on the cob.

Better get a napkin before my nose drips away.

I have nothing to say for today.

Maybe tomorrow I'll speak pearls of wisdom.

Pearls and pearls of wisdom in an oysters' shells.

People turn me on to writing and the tea does not hurt anyone either.

Waiting for the moons' sun.

Can't wait until it's all done.

Everything has been done under the sun.

Flowers grow in my teas' and coffees' mean caffeine machine.

A roaster is to a rooster as a hen is to a coffee bean.

A freezer is like the frozen winter days.

And the summer's rays light up my joints.

I love to play with the sun and sing lullabies to it.

The morning dew hits my shoes when I'm yelling the blues.

Say goodbye to the writer's block and hello to the writers' unblocked.

J.B. Loves Springtime.

Nicotine is poison. 

Smoke air instead.

Smoking life is quite a thrill.

Bakersfield is where I'd like to be in one of my poems.

The older Nashville's brother.

Rock N' Roll around on the ground.

Birds sing in spring while the worms dig.

Were the Unicorns different colors.

The dusk deserves a dawn's noonday.

Legionnaire's Disease struck on Y2K. 

Post 9/11 shoes are all tied up.

Indoor writing is more productive than speaking of the weather.

Give the Mrs. her kisses.

Make sure to hug your children.

And spread love to the world.

Can't hear through the left ear.

Will it get better?

To no conclusion comes a solution.

My head is in a phony fool's season.

A conclusion is merely my mind's illusion.

Your stars are a myth's mystical magic.

By Jonathan Billet 09/23/2014

For & Love Andrea

Thou Art Me

                                                  "Thou Art Me"

Thou art thy sugared coffee and tea to thee.

Like the heavenly skies and the cosmic moonlit sea.

You can hear and see my poetry will make its love for free, lonely for you and me.

Thou art me.

Love grows the tree and leaves fall from some.

Life is an almond's nut.

But it doesn't have a flavored cigarette butt.

I'll light up a smoke as an April Fool's joke.

Just one last toke. 

Live and last long like a piece of string that has no end's beginning.

A ringing that has no singing.

Like a singer without a song...

By Jonathan Billet

09.24.2014         

Dipping My Apples

                           "Dipping My Apples"

Don't know what year this is.

On Rosh Hashanah we dip our apples in the honey.

This has nothing to do with money.

But tradition.

We must have a minion to form our opinion.

Otherwise how can we congregate...???

In the hell's haight.

Even hippy hill turned straight.

I saw a man make love to his mate in the golden gate.

I must make a date to see the Rebbe.

Maybe next February.

Not January I know.

Excuse my B.O.

I try to stay clean.

Screw the nihilist's scene.

By Jonathan Billet 09.22.14... 

Green Violin

"Green Violin"

I fiddle my green violin.

Ii's no sin.

Morning, evening, or night.

Such a joy's delight.

To be in a spot's light.

Never wrong but always right.

Didn't mean to be distasteful or excite.

You to me and me to mend you.

We got into another fight.

Is it hate or spite?

Can you write when an afternoon's bright?

To Andy from Jon 09.22.2014 

Gone Swimming

                          "Gone Swimming"

I went swimming in the Great Salt Lake with Abbie.

We nearly drowned out there.

Centerville is the new Nashville.

The shit never stops.

There's tons to go around.

You never heard the sound of it.

Crap nickles and dimes out of my head.

Couldn't care less.

I can't hear what was said.

They're always either laughing or crying.

Or doing both.

Rowing down the holy stream in my rowboat.

Saw a damned moat along the way.

Never had my say.

But I got a lay.

That's why I pray.

Jon Billet on Monday morning 09/22/2014        

Slightly Sighted

"Slightly Sighted"

I can look but I can't see.

When I can see, I really don't always find what I'm truly looking for.

I can't talk but I can hear.

I don't walk in fear.

It's not even clear what I'm doing here.

There and nowhere at all.

Is the world trying to stall.

Or am I headed for a fall?

Life's like a magic wall.

Where nobody can stand that tall.

A very short man.

A poor loser's sportsman.

A misguided fan of man.

Never pays his dues.

It gives him the blues.  

Watches the news on his television.

It makes the future's decision.

It's a precision's division revision.

By Jonathan Billet 09.16.2014       

At The Salty Dawg Bar

"At The Salty Dawg Bar"

I was at the Starbucks minding my own business.

They ask too many questions of me.

Is the sea really made out of elephant tea?

I can't see so don't ask me.

Who he was or is.

What is who?

Searching for something new?

Too blue to make something new.

I am really just a kid in disguise.

Looking out for the guys.

And New Rochelle's, "Armenian Skies."

See you at 2 tomorrow morning.

Hate to fight.

Quite right!!!i!i!....

By Jonathan Billet        

Peace Tomorrow

                              "Peace Tomorrow"

Yesterday God was turning his back on mankind.

Today the master of the universe will return the favors he received.

The most holy one will spread a lasting peace throughout the world.

Hunger and want will be absolved and man will be sent to a heavenly paradise.

Never to return.

The newspapers will have numerous headlines.

Be only half filled with print and written in foreign languages.

The newspapers and press will stop covering wars and violence.

The world will no longer be violent or hostile.

The billions will dance and march for peace on full stomachs.

Joy will reign and there will be no sadness or sorrow.

A world free off all sickness and disease.

People will not pray to the sages because there won't be anything to pray for.

No needs; it will be simple bliss.

There will be no struggle with emotions.

The only emotion from the womb's birth until death will be love.

Hello brave new world's utopia.

Soma, Aroma, Shaloma.

The Duddettes will spread her... love!...

By Jonathan Billet- 09.13.2014 Mister Tush       

Mankind's Liberation

"Mankind's Liberation"

Pages were turned and books were burned.

Tragic are the ages.

Mankind's greatest mystery is his own history.

The present dictator of the world's fate.

"And they were slaves unto Pharaoh."

Through the world's oppression it will find true liberation.

A Revision By Jonathan Billet. - 09/06/2014

Rose Flower

"Rose Flower"

Beautiful magical Chinese flower.

I want to taste you more every hour.

Your silhouette's light,

a pale shade of heaven's white,

is alluring to me.

I would like to kiss your mesmerizing lips.

Purple skies that reflect your hidden golden moonlit eyes.

Flowing and growing on an ocean's tides.

I hear the boys down under.

Light years of traveling stars I can't see,

shimmering and sending messages to me.

Drink from a stream well beyond the tree.

It's there to set a dancing fool's world free.

Majesty is surreal in it's baby blue sea.

Sit here and drink the mean caffeine's iced tea.

Everything is never.

Nothing's forever.

Nothing is seen.

Just the teen queen.

For a quick kick.

Love will do the trick.

By Jonathan Billet- 09.15.2014 

Summer Time Days

"Summer Time Days"

Summer ocean wave that a people crave to save in their memory.

Summer days were spent in the swimming pools.

Summer swimming pools reflected in your eyes' highs.

Clothing with summer colors in the beautiful skies.

Colors of the rainbow underneath skies of blue and indigo.

Sails of multi-colors show in the oceans. 

It's like they have permanent magical potions.

Summer days coming to a close in the park.

Droves of visitors make their last visit.

The clouds roll in to give one of the last summer showers.

It lasts for many hours.

A summer flowers sours.

Fall blowing leaves off trees.

In this last cool week of summer.

By Jonathan Billet- 09.15.2014

Caffeinated Disasters

"Caffeinated Disasters"

The weather broadcaster was as forecaster of disaster. He said there was supposed to be a thunderstorm in my shower for an hour. He was absolutely incorrect. I took a bath in my shower while imbibing on iced tea and brandy.

The Chinese sent sent a space capsule to the moon by reverse osmosis. The Chinese ozmanauts discovered the moon was really made of green cheese. They sent it back down to earth by osmosis where it was exported to Korea and put in giant blenders. It turned into a milky liquid then was freeze dried in vats made of copper. The final step was to dump it into packets. This was done by robot machinery. It was then sent to America where it was called, "Lipton's Tea."

In Africa elephant dung is put into humongous cauldrons and boiled while the local shaman says a prayer over them. When the excrement is dry it is cut into beans. Then it is put into coffee grinders and made into black African coffee and is considered a worldwide delicacy.

By Jonathan Billet 09.11.2014

An Angry Sort On 9/11

             "An Angry Sort On 9/11"                 

I'll swim with my jacket on, indoors.

Maybe even in the luxurious pool in the Starbucks.

If it rains, I'll do my swimming outdoors.

Love dining at the ice-cream store.

A really thick malt please!

Thank you all you all.

I plan to go down south to Australia and climb the trees with the Koala Bears.

Going to eat the eucalyptus plants from the trees.

This poem has nothing to do with the birds and the bees.

But like humans, they have their seeds.

Pulling weeds in The Garden Of Eden. 

Like the polar bears, I live on ice.

I can fly too.

Only own one shoe.

It's that bad.

So if life is so sad why am I glad?

A tad too late; too late for another shoe.

Don't laugh it could happen to you.

Nothing under the sun strikes Andy as new.

There's not enough dollars to go around; there's too few.

I'm just freezing to death on my iced tea.

So if you want to save an endangered species, save me.

I'm a rare one.

Thanx you. 

Love use.

By Jonathan  Billet- 09.11.2014

Dedicated to my friend, Andrea

WHAT TO WHERE ON THE NEW YEAR?

                              "WHAT TO WHERE ON THE NEW YEAR?"

CANNOT COMPARE TO FAIR HAIR PEACH FUZZES AND STRAWBERRY TARTS. 

LINZER TARTS AND LEOTARDS FOREVER MORE IN MY CLUBS OF HEARTS AND DIAMONDS.

BEWARE OF THE BEAR AND GOOGLE ELEPHANT DUNG FOR A TASTY CAFFEINATED TREAT.

CHOCOLATE COVERED BLACK BEANIES AND FROSTED VANILLA SNOW CONES ARE NEAT.

IT'S A WILD AND FUNKY BEAT TO CLAP YOUR FEET TO IN YOUR SEAT AND THEN REPEAT.

ROT ON YOUR POT WHILE YOU BRUSH YOUR BACKSIDE HAIRS IN YOUR SHORTS' PANTS.

HAPPY 5775!!!...

TO A. DUDETTES - 09.09.14.       

Ringing Of My Poem

"Ringing Of My Poem"

My poetry is lonely and wants to be read by eyes and understood by minds.

Its creator also needs the companionship of true love to exist.

Silence needs sound, like we all need love.

They both want to be understood and loved.

Both will die if they compromise the love they spread.

Times are hard and mistakes, were, and have been made.

Leading to more errors and great hardship and frustration.

In my time, I've seen good and bad.

Time and times may never change for the best.

Yet the best is here and more is on the way.

My writing is a so, so, say and I must pay.

To stay as I go on my merry way.

Have you ever noticed the peaceful excitement of a wave.

It starts upwards and than crashes into a million parts.

It grows and then dies as times pass us by.

Only for another smaller wave to be born and go past.

The tide goes slow at first and then very fast.

A good piece of poetry is the same way.

It has no beginning or end.

Just an up and down motion.

Like two lovers kissing in joyful emotion.

A real implosion.

A galactic explosion.

The parts may be seen but are never heard.

End -Jonathan Billet

To: Rabbi Shira- 09.06.2014       

Elephant Stampede

"Elephant Stampede"

 Do you believe one mouse could make elephants stampede?

 It happened in World War 11.

 Japan bombed Peal Harbor.

 Now the Chinese want to take over the car industry.

 We used parts of the L line from Japan right before.

 Could the Chinese do it?

 Only in The Sea Of Japan.

 But that would be their last stand.

 We could bomb them commies back to the stone age.

 What would happen to U.S. or the rest of the world?

 Sayōnara.

 By Captain Moonglow        

Drama's Traumas

        "EPISODES IN TRAUMA'S DRAMAS"

DOES THAT MEAN WE HAVE DONE ALL THE REMAINING
EPISODES AND HAVE NONE LEFT TO TIDE US OVER?  OR
ARE THERE STILL A FEW LEFT?  DURING A FULL MOON I
GO INSANE.  BUT DURING A HALF MOON I'M ONLY HALF

CRAZY.  WHAT'S THE VERDICT?  MORE OR LESS?-JON     

A Spring Day Is Here To Stay

"A Spring Day Is Here To Stay"

A back door's front from New England is a racing here tomorrow.

It will bring rain and cooler weather.

It's cold and rainy in a New England's early spring day.

Today is fine in N.Y.

Mighty warm!

In a New England's winter night, I pray to eat in warmth and light.

I can't stop the war on terror.

Only the wars on error.

Today couldn't be worse, only better.

Never and forever.

I say every day is today on this new May day.

My mirror turns the reflected sun lights' on.

In the winter I'm stuck in dark shadows!

Is my foot caught in the ladder's rung or has the beautiful springtime really finally begun?

-- Jon Billet        

Life teaches all lessons

"Life teaches all lessons."

By Captain Moonglow alias Jon Billet        

Sleep Before Awakening

"Sleep Before Awakening"

We went to funky Nassau town.

I slept like an unborn babe in water's womb.

I was drinking rum in my room.

Life's magic flow is slow to go.

The mystical sea underneath a bottom's tea cup.

Sharks and whales sup with gods and goddesses.

Where you end up, you never know.
               
Just like the undertow.

By Jonathan Billet 09.01.2014 - revised on 09.08.2014

Things Tend to Rearrange

"Things Tend To Rearrange"

Things seem to change and rearrange.

From mankind came the missing link.

They were naked in the Garden.

Stripped of all belongings.

They never had to fight again.

Help me!

I'm weak.

By Jonathan Billet        

Ocean Wave

"Ocean Wave"

41 flavors of tea and 314 blends of coffee.

My thoughts. weaving in and out, up and down, with the sea.

I sleep with the mystical pull of the ocean on my head.

It's like when I sleep I am dead.

The ocean waves may swallow me up!

The earth is really flat and like life, has a beginning's end.

Like my mother's belly when I was born to be another me.

My head is swelling from caffeine, not nicotine.

I feel sometimes like I'm a star on a movie screen.

But it's really not my scene!

My tummy feels like it is swelling with tea and I cannot see.

Look, there goes The Statue Of Liberty.

The water is choppy but the food is free.

On deck, very spacey.

I feel like I'm on M.T.V.

Gods and Goddesses under the sea below me.

By Jonathan Billet 08.31.2014
H.B.D.D.
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