Fallen Foliage

  "Fallen Foliage"

On my East Coast, in Springtime, foliage will fall from the blossom trees.

In Autumn too.

In the Winter we catch The Asian Flu.

The Flu is nothing new.

It doesn't bug me.

Et tu?

As the birds flew.

Us two flew down South to stay with the sun.

That's capital number one.

Not the small letter.

To a cap's feather.

  

All depending on the weather.

To my strawberry blond Heather.

In a June's moons.

Love Billy Billet's

May Twentieth Nine Two Thousand Fifteen.

A Horse Named Ed

                  "A Horse Named Ed"

I heard what you said about poor Mr. Ed.

Made me feel better in a dream when I was dead.

He always kept me well read.

He fed your mother -Knucklehead!...

dedicated to Jimmy

May Two Nine, Two Thousand Fifteen...

The Nuts Putz

  "The Nuts Putz"

My attitude is my platitude.

I am the nut they call putz. 

Silly putty appeals to me.

As far as the eye can see.

Do filbert nuts appeal to you too?

It's just a turning of my screw.

Tell me what is ancient and new.

I can't see the picture's total view.

Is that a boy named Sue?

Love you.

By Jon Billet

May Twentieth Nine's Two Thousand Fifteen...

Water O.D.

 "Water O.D."

Did I die of a water o.d.?

Or was it liquid's ghost?

Don't know if it's the most I can post.

Bethanne was the town's toast.

To me, a parasitic host.

Let's roast in the steamy sun.

We alway fill up the gold tea cup with the world's ocean water.   

That will cost a ton.

All of life will be fun.

Like a great big pun.

Everything being said or done.

Including the shooting of a water gun. 

Done by the Sister's Nun.

Who is on the run.

Jon Billet's 

May Twenty Seven Two Thousand Fifteen. 

My Winged Foot

          "My Winged Foot"

My winged foot shoes were in the trunk of my father's car.

I always suspected my father's crash.

I lost the shoes but never believed it was His fault.

It was the only time He ever took anything from me.

Some of the people He associated with I did suspect.

Caught Him sneaking a late night libation after or b4 I snuck mine.

The Medical Center dentists informed me all my teeth had to pulled.

His insurance didn't cover it, but my father paid for a gum specialist.

That was forty years ago and I still have all my teeth without cavities or further gum work.

I owe you for stealing my life away!

Have no spoken words to say.

You save my day.

In your special way.

I was born in May.

Listen to your ocean waves play.

I have nothing more to say.

Except Happy Birthday!

June twenty-second nineteen-eighteen through eternity.

You will live on in me.

Jonathan Billet

May Twenty-Fifth Two Thousand-Fifteen

Flat Almonds

                      "Flat Almonds"

Can see the sun go down from my cell.

Drinking rum while a new morning sun has come.

Say good morning. 

To an ignorant dope.

Believe in hope.

Don't throw out the soap.

Cleanliness is next to Godliness.

Love is a kiss.

Make love from above.

Our world is full of love.

A world which is fully round and beautiful.

Not the shape of an almond.

Cracked and in pieces of a broken heart.

So loud it has no sound!

By Jonathan Billet
May Twentieth Seven Two Thousand Fifteen-

Redone

Dedicated To Andy

"Dedicated To Andy"

You are the Dudette.

The queen of my wildest bet.

I admire you so and adore the ground you walk on.

Idolize it too.

Want to kiss your feet.

I'd hate for it to be anyone else.

Lust in my heart for tears in my head.

Nothing can be said.

But must be read.

Just once in your lifetime's span.

Love your magic spell.

Everyone else in the world can go to hell.

You are Mercury's hot sun.

On this Twentieth Of May-

Two Thousand Fifteen.

By Jon Billet

Mio Beo?

"Mio Beo?"

Who wants to be King?

Make me laugh and sing.

It's really not a thing.

"It's Your Thing."

Is this Monsoon Academy?

Gradual clearing.

High in the seventies.

Cool air.

A quarter dollar.

A paper's dial.

For the radio show.

Let me sing.

My songs tonite.

Let me dig up my thoughts tonight b4 they bury me.

I pid.

Did I?

I just did.

Great buy and good luck!

With this one...

By Jonathan Billet

May Twenty First Two Thousand Fifteen

Randy's Poem

"Randy's Poem"

One was for wisdom.

None won.

Won is the one.

Two glass eyes.

The starry night.

A far right.

A loose fit tight.

Upper sight.

The sun shone bright.

It’s time for me to put my daughter to bed.

Don’t blow your beautiful head.

Dream about loving instead.

Join up with the living.

Not Jerry’s Grateful Dead.

If you can, stay well fed.

Jon Billet

Sunday- May Twenty Third Two Thousand Fifteen

GAS X

   "GAS X"

I passed the gas in my head.

It exploded in my face.

Fart of an idea anyhow.

By Jonathan Billet

May Twenty Forth Two Thousand Fifteen

Pi In A Sky

"Pi In A Sky"

The sun is good therapy.

You fell on a speck of dirt.

The earth will fall down in the sky.

Millions of mysteries travel up miles of railroad tracks.

Tons of laughs, an upside bowl of rice, and a dash of magic.

Happiness is the spice of rice.

It's a loss of salad.

A throwing of the dice.

Landing up on top of the seventh earth and eleventh heavens.

Where people never know which way to go.

It's an answer to questions they don't know.

The thunder clouds will burst and overflow.

And life will so.

By Jonathan Billet

May Twenty - Two Thousandth Fifteen.

Space Dance

   "Space Dance"

Don't want to try it.

We can't buy it.

The shit has no wit.

It's a perfect fit-

With itself.

Sits in a cookie jar-

On the shelf.

When I was a young lad-

Did talk to myself.

I was a head banger-

Up against the wall.

My mother lucker-

Spear chucker.

Problem ducker.

Harvard mucker.

Love's sucker-

Tuck her into bed.

Spoken loudly-

Never said.

I am not well read.

Lost in years ahead.

By Jon Billet

May Nineteenth Two Thousand Fifteen

Grandpa Steinman

"Grandpa Steinman"




We used to visit Grandma Moses 3 times a week.



For the hebrew celebration.



The dreidel would spin our tops off.



We always ate the bitter herbs and eggs with salt.



Oy Gevalt!



Oy Veizmir-smear the chopped liver on a ritz cracker.



Then whistle a joyous tune.



You're not a buffoon.



It took you a platoon.



But you drove too soon in the hot, desolate desert afternoon.



There is no growth.



I speak for all both of us.



So Judah Maccabee, take your soldiers and fight like hell.



For living is swell.



Like swimming in a well.



That's all there is to tell.



About living in an Arab hotel in America.



Hate your guts!




By Jonathan Billet


May Eighteenth Two Thousand Fifteen

Driving Dry

 "Driving Dry"

You live the nine to five.

I drove over something.

It was dark and I couldn't tell if it was alive.

I hope you survive.

The living strive.

Next time you drive.

You pray to deprive.

Arrive from my dream's drive.

Try and stay alive.

By Jonathan Billet-

May Eighteenth Two Thousand Fifteen

WEIGHT IN GOLD

"WEIGHT IN GOLD"

The Human Race Is Worth God's Weight In Gold.

Fallen Leaves Drop To Earth's Floor.

Tree Tops' Heavenly Skies. 

Newborn Cries.

A Messenger's Stalk Flies.

By Anonymous

05/10/2015

Left Unsung

   "Left Unsung"

I love you.

From six years old to the age of ninety-one.

It's just a part of your magic art.

You erase all time from my heart.

It's the beginning of the start.

You're a galaxy of stars.

Love you- Want You-

Dudets---

By Jonathan Billet

05/17/2015

A Real Dream

   "A Real Dream"


In all of mankind's human race I have never seen such a stranger's face.

Had tattoos covering his fingers and face.

It looked like he was from a different place.

Quite possibly an alien being from outer space.

With his elephant ears and tiny nose.

A seed of dollar bills in earth grows his pockets.

He can't see his dreams but can only hear them.

His dreams are real.

The man had his signature was on every Starbuck's cup.

This stranger thought his initials were on all the licence plates in the world.

That every money bill in civilization had his name printed on it.

While dreaming he floated in the clouds.

As he was snoring deep, he died in a peaceful sleep.

I hope, like him, I can die while passing by.


Jonathan Billet!...
...05/16/2015- 

Shades Talk- A Peaceful Rap

"Shades Talk- A Peaceful Rap"

The shadows spoke to Biggies Smalls off the walls.

He swam in a West Coast's waterfalls.

Biggie's hospital lounge had sixty-four halls.

Biggie Smalls took his falls.

His woman just bawls.

The crowds of people are know-it-alls.

But gangsta rap is still ahead.

Even though the big small man is dead.

What most people thought of him is better unsaid.

He carried his life's music in his smooth head.

When the scene fell it never did tell that Biggie Smalls was a living part of Hell.

Heaven will collect and protect him.

While the world shoots itself up in a fix.

The bleeding heart humans have to get their kicks.

By Jon Billet

05.15.15

My Cornered Heart

 "My Cornered Heart"

My nostril tickles you bellybutton.

Your eyes itch my ear.

What seems far off is often near.

You dear, loving, sighted seer.

Shed a tear for the world's fear.

Ish-gi-sizzle and ish-gi-bazzle,

you play razzle dazzle.

To stop and start my fluttering heart.

It's all the talent of your magic art.

I love your sweet tart.

When I throw my electric lightning dart at your heart.

I suck on the clouds and drink your earth's sky.

As a multi-hue's butterfly sails by.

It gives me a heightened high.

Never explaining exactly why.

Got the hangover and was ready to die.

Douse the flames love candles that are  a burning incinerator in my heart.

A new day's begins to a sunny start.

Our love will never grow apart.

By Jon Billet

05/15/2015

To Andy Dudette