Wednesday, November 26, 2014

A Secret Sunrise

                          "A Secret Sunrise"



The sun is a secret surprise that is bound to rise.

Am I an imaginary figure in a fantasy's world?

Then life must not be real, but the dream down a stream.

Who collects these dreams I write?

With loud thunder clouds' claps rolling in, the world will spin.

A new day will begin again.

I will meet an old friend.

I'll receive a message only the heavens from above can send.

On you, I can always depend.



By Jonathan Billet -11/26/2014          

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Gallons Of Laughs

"Gallons Of Laughs"



It's so rare, that some water is even bottled, when it's scarce.
Imagine if people had to bid on water like they do on oil.
Fresh oxygen, like bottled water, or gasoline, will be sold by the gallon.
So will ideas in the worldwide markets.
Rare commodities are found in different parts of the world.
Water and food are already commodities on the international markets.
They are all bid upon for some people's survival.
Food for thought, literally.
Gallons of goods make tons of laughs for our small and growing world.
Thoughts, unlike these commodities are sometimes jailed if rare.
Go hire an expensive lawyer.
Elephant dung's coffee is a delicacy in The New World.
A new word is sometimes costlier than old words.
But what are words to barking dogs or singing birds?
Silence, like a laughter's nonsensical speech.
Are the animals laughing quietly at the human race?
We eat some of them.
Is that as primitive as cannibalism?
Some folks think so.
I really wouldn't know.
But don't let your thoughts go.
They tend to stay away.
Always searching for a new day.
Do they pay?
In some world's bizarre way.


By Jonathan Billet

Thanksgiving Day 2014

Friday, November 21, 2014

A Glass Wall

"A Glass Wall"




The knives sing lovely tunes with the forks and spoons.

Eating Neptune's tasty moons.

Worth many doubloons.

A glass well's wall is a ten feet fall.

Mirrored halls are twenty miles in all.

Compared to the universe, that's small.

Lost strings in shoe's rings.

I have flings like a hummingbird wings.

A school bell rings as a singer sings.

High School dropout sneaks around and about.

As the teacher can't help but to let out a shout.

I'm considered the down and out.

Like a shrill flout.  

A word that was never heard.

Except by a cuckoo clock's story time bird.






By Jonathan Billet 11.27.2014        

A Heart Break

                                    "A Heart Break"




The recording says my remote control may need a change of batteries.

My mind's batteries needs a changing if I think about you.

You move my heart all around like furniture moving.

Do you do out of town heart moving in a truck?

You always move my heart to tears.

For all of my many years.

Your voice is tickling my ears.

You play with me like a baby plays with its toys.

I beg you to stay with me.

I know beggars can be losers.

And losers can't be choosers.

You make me understand how that could be.

That doesn't stop the moving men from picking up the furniture like you pick my heart up.

Move it internationally by steamer.

It's the beginning of time and the end of time.

I have run out of places' spaces.

But you're worth a high price in any exclusive bodega.

You are a bargain and well worth the cost.

Without you the world is lost.

Trying to make a duck tail's point.

Which is what?

Answer me please.

You put me in a heavenly smoke's breeze.

I'm on my leg's knees.

You have my heart's keys.

Don't leave my heart in the cold and give me a chilly freeze.



By Jonathan Billet on 11.17.2014         

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

I Write To Die In A Developing Darkroom's Jail

"I Write To Die In A Developing Darkroom's Jail"





When people let out cries, a little of me dies.

This was written in a darkroom's jail cell.

Who knows?

Where the gold fork and silver spoon goes?

Nobody knows where time flows.

When I dropped out of life's schools.

Never graduated from the schools for fools.

Broke all the regulation's rules.

Dived in pools.

Made from Green Mellow Jello.

Late in early afternoons..

On Jupiter's moons.

Treasured doubloons for a lunatic's tunes!



By Jonathan Billet

11.18.2014        

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Re-Existence

"Re-Existence"



He wore puffy pants.

They were made from clouds.

I smoke clouds.

The pants had all different colored clouds painted on them.

I had seen this kind of thing on sweat pants while cruising the blue ocean.

He has black skin.

He's my brother.

Had an idea for a computerized restaurant menu.

Showed it to me.

It lit up.

He's a real artist chump.

Makes me lump in my throat.

He's from New Rochelle.

There are creative people who hang around.

All over my town.

They come to rest and relax.

Just the same reason I took my cruise.

I told you all that Mr. Tush would be the fall of the Isis wall.

Although they didn't think so in my Congressional hall.

Just dial your representative a telephone call.

Signed Gus Hall Alias Captain Moonlight Alias Mr. Tush.



By Jonathan Billet in November's latest Fall.

Groundhogs And The Moon

"Groundhogs And The Moon"



It was a groundhog moon, clouding and shrouding the heavens.

Wasn't late in November when the moon came through the clouds.

But December, as I remember.

Or was it September?

A groundhog stuck its head out of the ground.

Like the moon's face sticking out of a cloud, it came in a mystical shroud.

A ground clouded February was golden and beholden to the late stars.

April had its say and May was on the way.

This had rhythmical and rhyming reason.

A silhouetted shadow of Jupiter's half crescent moon.

Missing was a glorious crooner's June tune.

Spring had sprung and the world had begun at its beginning.

The earth was still spinning.

I came out winning.

In my newly found ways.

Stars were born at my feet by the pounding of my heart in its frantic beat.

Wasting the days in the sun's ultra violet rays called, "a fiery rage."

Were the cosmos created by an enlightened sage in a prehistoric page? 




By Jonathan Billet        

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

A Sweet Thing

"A Sweet Thing"




You are all sweet things,

a butterfly sings.

The door rings, 

and you bring it to light,

on a warm spring night,

When nothing is right.

Nothing became everything.

Birds wing in evening spring.

Dong Ding,

Ding Dong.

We bounce like a China doll's ping pong,

all the night long.

To you nothing can compare,

in a still and dark, cloudy, starless night's air,

you make love's deal fair.

My love is almost complete,

without despair to compete.

I clap my hands and feet,

to your rhyming beat.

You make people move,

when you have a seat.

I catch fire to your body's

flaming sun's desire.

It's like being electrocuted,

on a hot railroad wire.

At night I like to sneak a peak,

and watch your heavenly sleep.

Is this life bliss?

I reach for a kiss.

I walk on your dream's trail,

following your ship's setting sail.

All else is mail ready for my garbage pail.

Your art is made from the artist's heart.

You make life stop and start.

We will never be apart.

You toss your love above my head,

to spread throughout the flooring's bed.

Let me sip the herbal tea from your organic sea,

I can feel the branches of your majestic Redwood tree,

so help me find that missing golden key.

Letting us be, 

so we may be free,

to catch that key.

To be or not to be with me?



By Jonathan Billet 

11.10.14

Monday, November 10, 2014

The Hummingbird Manifesto

"The Hummingbird Manifesto"


When bad things happen to good people it's bad.
When good things happen to bad people it's also bad.
When good things happen to good people it's good.
While when bad things happen to bad people it's fair.
When bad and good things happen to all people it's the norm.
God made the last one up for the world and it occurs most frequently.

You don't know what you're getting until you've gotten it.
You can never tell what the future may bring.
Being afraid of the future is stupid because it doesn't exist, except in your mind.
Or some other fool's mind who's told you what it will be.
Don't believe in fortune tellers or political gurus.
Clairvoyance and mind reading as well as trying to read the world's future is mental illness.
But jerks tell the world what will be every day.

Money saved is money earned.
A penny saved is a dollar earned.
Over the long run, a dollar earned is like ten dollars earned, when saved.
If you have a trillion pennies you are a millionaire many times over.
The reason folks don't save is they are afraid of losing money.
The penny stops here, there, and elsewhere.
It's always changing hands from the living to the dead.
From the dead to the living, from the living to the living.

From humans come minds.
From computers come mind thoughts.
From factories come the product of thought.
From artists flow creative thoughts.
From creativity comes evolution.
From evolution comes nature's revolutions and its solutions.
Mankind is a small part of nature who plays a big role.
On an actor's stage.

Shadows can only be seen by sunlight.
Without darkness there is no light.
Without light there is no darkness.
Colors come in between these two extremes.
So does the rainbow and the artists' minds.

Evil and bad intent create corruption.
As long as there is toilet paper in the world.
Who cares?




End-Jonathan Billet-November 9, 2014

An Ignoramus

                                       "An Ignoramus"



When the innocent are proven guilty and the guilty proved innocent.

I plead ignorance.

Although it has a foul, bloody skunk's odor to it.

Like a piece of shit!

I wouldn't know which was which.

Even if I thought I could establish it.

So let's prosecute until nobody is left.

Until we are all dead.

Why should we cry when it's the innocent who die?

Justice seems like an idiot's lie.

It's all the same to me.

But too hidden to see.

The key to the jail.

Are those that can't afford the bail?

Are you one of the unfortunate?

I truly feel sorry for you.

Although few people do.

I'd rather not have anything to do with it.

Would not like to be the fool's victim.

In your system. 



By Jonathan Billet - 11.09.2014

Distorted Faces

                                  "Distorted Faces"



It's not reported or recorded.

The townspeople's faces are so much alike that it's strange.

They all seem to be strange and different in a weird world.

Fifteen hundred more troops are being deployed to Iraq.

To make a grand total of three thousand never promised.

Not even asked for.

They will be there to train and call in air strikes.

Without so much as lifting a finger.

Remember when Bush had a shoe thrown at him?

Thousands of shoes flying in the air.

But look at the strange faces.

Not the weird places you will see them at.

A tit for a tat. 

I smell a rat.

There goes a billion dollars of government fat.

I'm told by the Time's reporter that it's no threat.

But it won't be any kind of candy treat.

I have a sweet Mary Jane that will keep me sane.

That's nobody's shame.

A real time for the compromised past.

Always speeding and coming down fast.

Watch that starboard mast.

Stars above and S.A.R.'s, Ebola, and Influenza coming at last.

They are not airborne but could mutate.

Turning the Earth's Hotel into a flood's gate with a warming.

Not so popular a warning.

In the midnight's daybreak of morning.

The country must mourn for all its first new born.




By Jonathan Billet -1107-2014~.. 

Groundhogs And The Moon

"Groundhogs And The Moon"                         




It was a groundhog's moon's clouding shrouding.

Wasn't late in June when the moon came through the clouds.

But in December as I remember.

Or was it September?

A groundhog stuck its head out of the earth.

Like the moon a face out of a cloud in its shroud.

An earth clouded February was golden olden and beholden to the night stars above.

One cold afternoon a groundhog came out to see a short winter season.

This had no rhythmical or rhyming reason.

What it saw, I can't ignore.

A shadowed silhouette of Jupiter's moon on one cold day's afternoon.

Missing was a glorious crooner's June tune.

Spring had sprung and the world began at the beginning.

The earth was still spinning.

I was still winning.

In new born days.

There was a page worn and a torn bluesy haze.

In a new phase of the moon.

Who made up that phrase, "a black haze?"

Fracking the daze.



By Jonathan Billet ~... 11.06.2014

Cheap Gossip

                                            "Cheap Gossip"





My brother-in-law and his business associates 

strike me as a good coffee table item.

As a matter of fact his whole life reminds me of a cheap romance novel.

Cheating with his life on his kids and wife.

Up to date on everyone else's strife.

He will stick you with a sharp knife.

He is the fief of his kingdom.

His life is a put on.

A real phony baloney.

A bit of a salami too.

Watch out for what he will do to you!

He knows how to make people happy and blue.

His tactics aren't very new.

But well practiced.

Never to be redacted.

To the well reacted Wall Street Journal.

In all its financial turmoil. 

Let them bury him in his soil.




By Jonathan Billet -11.06.2014

For The Day After

 "For The Day After"




I threw up and out.

I threw the stone up.

Had it lodged in my ass.

Don't mean to be crass but it felt like knuckles full of brass.

So instead of shitting it out, I threw it up.

So high in a clouded sky did it fly.

It's hard to believe but it did so relieve.  

Like an angry volcano's seething sieve.

A loom's weave.

I don't mean to deceive.

Do I mislead?

Does it ring true?

What the hell do you want me to do?

Throw up this poem when it's through?




By Foo Foo The First alias Jon Billet   -11.05.2014

What's News

                       "What's News"



Like the nuts of a feather we flock together.

Forever and forever ending never.

What's news with use?

What goes on now?

Yellow spotted and orange polka dotted cow.

It's to you.

I bow.

Wow!

The cat's meow.

You are my queen for the days.

They are here for long stays.

My Cinderella.

Was that your slipper I found?

In front of my apartment building.

A silver slipper.

A perfect fit.

For a woman with it!

A treasured sense of wit.

A thrill that has a hot chill to it.

"if the slipper fits wear it."



By Jonathan Billet -11.04.14