"Rags To Rumination"
A guitar plays in a band.
Clients work for their brand.
Jellyfish bask in the sand.
On my word and head and hand I will take a stand.
Life just began.
The sh** hits the fan.
Not for fellow man.
The world hasn't any plan.
The colors from the blind man ran.
Making the universe dark.
As lovers make it in Central Park.
Life really isn't a lark.
A hyena lets out a howling bark.
While Superman changes to Clark.
Let Robin Hood shoot his bow to make his mark.
The twilight zone is very stark.
So quoth the killer shark.
I can hear heaven's bells hark.
Jon Billet's a.k.a. Sue
10-25-15
Sunday, October 25, 2015
KNOWING AND GROWING
KNOWING
AND GROWING"
I BLOW SMOKE
RINGS FULL OF
HOT AIR. BERNIE
KNOWING
AND GROWING"
I BLOW SMOKE
RINGS FULL OF
HOT AIR. BERNIE
HAS A LONG
WAY TO GO
WITHOUT ME.
NEVER TRUSTED THE
PARTY-LOVE JON
BILLET
P.S.- KNOWING IS
GROWING. WHERE
AM I GOING?
HAS A LONG
WAY TO GO
WITHOUT ME.
NEVER TRUSTED THE
PARTY-LOVE JON
BILLET
P.S.- KNOWING IS
GROWING. WHERE
AM I GOING?
AND GROWING"
I BLOW SMOKE
RINGS FULL OF
HOT AIR. BERNIE
KNOWING
AND GROWING"
I BLOW SMOKE
RINGS FULL OF
HOT AIR. BERNIE
HAS A LONG
WAY TO GO
WITHOUT ME.
NEVER TRUSTED THE
PARTY-LOVE JON
BILLET
P.S.- KNOWING IS
GROWING. WHERE
AM I GOING?
HAS A LONG
WAY TO GO
WITHOUT ME.
NEVER TRUSTED THE
PARTY-LOVE JON
BILLET
P.S.- KNOWING IS
GROWING. WHERE
AM I GOING?
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Another Letter
"Another Letter"
I don't understand what happened to my great land.
Maybe it was all the contraband.
A step away from quicksand.
Why is the world so blue?
I was feeling you under the clouds.
Now that I've received your inclement letter.
My weather is a whole lot better.
For Katie From Jon Billet
10-21-15
I don't understand what happened to my great land.
Maybe it was all the contraband.
A step away from quicksand.
Why is the world so blue?
I was feeling you under the clouds.
Now that I've received your inclement letter.
My weather is a whole lot better.
For Katie From Jon Billet
10-21-15
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Called On
"Called On"
When someone calls on you and threatens to turn the lights out.
If you don't have the power to stop it from happening.
When you don't know where you'll get the strength to keep the juice on.
But you wish you would have saved your source of sunshine for a rainy day.
Like a plot in a play, it will never go away.
It's here forever to stay.
You wish today wasn't this day.
Maybe a Tuesday news day.
The lights are on forever in your head.
By Jonathan Billet
10-20-15
When someone calls on you and threatens to turn the lights out.
If you don't have the power to stop it from happening.
When you don't know where you'll get the strength to keep the juice on.
But you wish you would have saved your source of sunshine for a rainy day.
Like a plot in a play, it will never go away.
It's here forever to stay.
You wish today wasn't this day.
Maybe a Tuesday news day.
The lights are on forever in your head.
By Jonathan Billet
10-20-15
Sunday, October 18, 2015
A Smoking Gun
"A Smoking Gun"
I am nobody's fool but your own.
Only a fool believes the planet earth always had one moon.
Mars had four now it has two.
Others had a few.
That got stuck like glue.
Something old for something new.
Stolen and saved.
We got spanked when we were naughty and misbehaved.
My head was shaved.
A road has been freshly paved.
In black, steaming tar.
Not far from Aroma.
Shaloma to-
Mr. Bernard Goldfart's blackhead poetry.
Black holes.
Craters of a loon's moon.
By Jonathan Billet
10-18-15
I am nobody's fool but your own.
Only a fool believes the planet earth always had one moon.
Mars had four now it has two.
Others had a few.
That got stuck like glue.
Something old for something new.
Stolen and saved.
We got spanked when we were naughty and misbehaved.
My head was shaved.
A road has been freshly paved.
In black, steaming tar.
Not far from Aroma.
Shaloma to-
Mr. Bernard Goldfart's blackhead poetry.
Black holes.
Craters of a loon's moon.
By Jonathan Billet
10-18-15
Plate's Poetry
Plate's Poetry
Squeeze my hand and my eyes will pop out.
Scratch a dog's ear for pleasure.
Rub a Buddha's stomach for luck.
You are my woman.
Always stay alive in my heart until the end of time.
As long as the blood courses through my veins.
Throw water on my fire quenching an earthly desire.
Try to get our love higher.
Your fire is the crier of the light tree's breeze.
Listening to seas while sipping Asian teas on folded knees.
Take the painted merry-go-round down south, in my mind.
You will discover it is the shortest path to find.
It goes until the stars fall from space to the ground.
Making no sound.
My heart beats a pound.
It's clock is wound upside down.
I see it rains in water near a red wooden bridge.
Where you hide for cover nearby a house where you live.
With a white picket fence and gate.
Don't stay out very late.
I hunger for your present mind state.
Clean the slate and eat from your sterling plate.
By Jonathan Billet: 10-18-05
Squeeze my hand and my eyes will pop out.
Scratch a dog's ear for pleasure.
Rub a Buddha's stomach for luck.
You are my woman.
Always stay alive in my heart until the end of time.
As long as the blood courses through my veins.
Throw water on my fire quenching an earthly desire.
Try to get our love higher.
Your fire is the crier of the light tree's breeze.
Listening to seas while sipping Asian teas on folded knees.
Take the painted merry-go-round down south, in my mind.
You will discover it is the shortest path to find.
It goes until the stars fall from space to the ground.
Making no sound.
My heart beats a pound.
It's clock is wound upside down.
I see it rains in water near a red wooden bridge.
Where you hide for cover nearby a house where you live.
With a white picket fence and gate.
Don't stay out very late.
I hunger for your present mind state.
Clean the slate and eat from your sterling plate.
By Jonathan Billet: 10-18-05
Saturday, October 17, 2015
A. Bliss
"A. Bliss"
When a clock strikes more than once upon a time.
At that point I feel safe and secure, no longer living in a strange place.
New thoughts are born in my head and old ones die.
Dreams float in midair.
Rolling paper turns to smoke and vapor.
I am lifted into a new world.
Where mountains will disappear into the clouds.
Only to appear when the time is right again.
Crying into a handkerchief.
Like the tearing eye into fabric.
It clings to the edges.
There are no ends where they give.
People just want to live.
A life of bliss.
Where the grass is greener.
Cows graze and give their milk.
For calves to suck on.
Turns into melted butter.
By Jon Billet
10-11-05
When a clock strikes more than once upon a time.
At that point I feel safe and secure, no longer living in a strange place.
New thoughts are born in my head and old ones die.
Dreams float in midair.
Rolling paper turns to smoke and vapor.
I am lifted into a new world.
Where mountains will disappear into the clouds.
Only to appear when the time is right again.
Crying into a handkerchief.
Like the tearing eye into fabric.
It clings to the edges.
There are no ends where they give.
People just want to live.
A life of bliss.
Where the grass is greener.
Cows graze and give their milk.
For calves to suck on.
Turns into melted butter.
By Jon Billet
10-11-05
Mother Father
"Mother Father"
My mother talks to me in my deepest dream.
She overlooks and protects me.
It's her way of communicating with
the living.
My way of contacting the spirit world.
The memory lives on in my dream
night.
As clear as a sunny day.
The sun heals me and makes me
feel secure.
My father protects me against the
darkest winters, when there is
no hope and plenty of despair.
He sees it all in a dream
from up there.
9-28-15
Jon Billet
My mother talks to me in my deepest dream.
She overlooks and protects me.
It's her way of communicating with
the living.
My way of contacting the spirit world.
The memory lives on in my dream
night.
As clear as a sunny day.
The sun heals me and makes me
feel secure.
My father protects me against the
darkest winters, when there is
no hope and plenty of despair.
He sees it all in a dream
from up there.
9-28-15
Jon Billet
A Red Lantern
"A Red Lantern"
A red lantern emits a black, flickering flame.
It will rain cats and dogs that glow outside my windowpane.
Life is inane.
A twixt' of the twain.
Is it just for the livers or just a game?
Only for the insane.
Everybody is to blame.
A nobody's fool's name.
Flying crystal stars reign.
By
Jonathan Billet-10/12/15
A red lantern emits a black, flickering flame.
It will rain cats and dogs that glow outside my windowpane.
Life is inane.
A twixt' of the twain.
Is it just for the livers or just a game?
Only for the insane.
Everybody is to blame.
A nobody's fool's name.
Flying crystal stars reign.
By
Jonathan Billet-10/12/15
Saturday, October 3, 2015
I Shot The Sun
"I Shot The Sun"
I shot the sun with a gun.
The sky turned black.
Earth turned into another cold planet.
Without any air to breathe.
All it's inhabitants fell down dead.
There was no news to speak of.
Nothing heard or spoken.
This suited me fine.
No more songs to rhyme.
Lost was all time.
For all eternities acted in a mime.
This is a sublime tragedy that turned into the divine.
Behind this puzzle was a human's autistic muzzle.
My many roughs gallons liquor in a guzzle.
By Jonathan Billet - On A Hot September 19TH In The Year 2015.
I shot the sun with a gun.
The sky turned black.
Earth turned into another cold planet.
Without any air to breathe.
All it's inhabitants fell down dead.
There was no news to speak of.
Nothing heard or spoken.
This suited me fine.
No more songs to rhyme.
Lost was all time.
For all eternities acted in a mime.
This is a sublime tragedy that turned into the divine.
Behind this puzzle was a human's autistic muzzle.
My many roughs gallons liquor in a guzzle.
By Jonathan Billet - On A Hot September 19TH In The Year 2015.
PSYCHO BABEL
"PSYCHO BABEL"
An artist would say
this is not A Manifesto but a book Of poetry.
Single spaced Double lined & Flushed center.
give me my release from hell above.
Thanks Gods.
There Will be no editing of this edition.
Its all here to stay & ALL HELL TO stay Awake.
Go to sleep - my little one - among the young and not too far distant, old.
When your hot, YOU're hot.
When you are NOT you must be on The pot.
The new orange is purple with a polka-dot.
NEWSPAPER KING.
A light knight OF the
LIZARD KINGDOM????
At
this
junction to hard to tell if he's lost half his marbles & is dealing
with a deck of a millions of marbles called THE cosmic galaxy.
In his Inter space delight.
Call outer space tonight***?!?#@%%
Kiss your women goodnight.
Until your hearts' in spite.,,
Says a Prayer FOR the human error.
Just Say know!
nobody's SHOW.
Then everyone will listen to the radio&nobody will watch T,v.
We will all go color blind from optical art.
So don't be a smelly farty T.V.
JOIN The Smarty PARTY.
ITS QUITE Artsy!!!?..........To do So.
Always Know, I Love life so..._ _
It's time for my daily Dose!!!!!...
So don't get grossed out in our behinds' constipated diarrhea planet.
SEE You?
SOONER THEN LATER.
Goodbye & don't you cry.
Fly high.
GIVE OUT a whimsical sigh......
WHY indeed y?
Chuck a buck down into the Manure sewer.
Remember more then fewer.
LOVE, the puny man...???
many conversations and daze ago.
SO, SEW, SO Just Keep ROWING Mr. MEDICATION MAN'S-
DR. THORAZINE KING.....
BY JON BILLET'S - 09.14.2015
An artist would say
this is not A Manifesto but a book Of poetry.
Single spaced Double lined & Flushed center.
give me my release from hell above.
Thanks Gods.
There Will be no editing of this edition.
Its all here to stay & ALL HELL TO stay Awake.
Go to sleep - my little one - among the young and not too far distant, old.
When your hot, YOU're hot.
When you are NOT you must be on The pot.
The new orange is purple with a polka-dot.
NEWSPAPER KING.
A light knight OF the
LIZARD KINGDOM????
At
this
junction to hard to tell if he's lost half his marbles & is dealing
with a deck of a millions of marbles called THE cosmic galaxy.
In his Inter space delight.
Call outer space tonight***?!?#@%%
Kiss your women goodnight.
Until your hearts' in spite.,,
Says a Prayer FOR the human error.
Just Say know!
nobody's SHOW.
Then everyone will listen to the radio&nobody will watch T,v.
We will all go color blind from optical art.
So don't be a smelly farty T.V.
JOIN The Smarty PARTY.
ITS QUITE Artsy!!!?..........To do So.
Always Know, I Love life so..._ _
It's time for my daily Dose!!!!!...
So don't get grossed out in our behinds' constipated diarrhea planet.
SEE You?
SOONER THEN LATER.
Goodbye & don't you cry.
Fly high.
GIVE OUT a whimsical sigh......
WHY indeed y?
Chuck a buck down into the Manure sewer.
Remember more then fewer.
LOVE, the puny man...???
many conversations and daze ago.
SO, SEW, SO Just Keep ROWING Mr. MEDICATION MAN'S-
DR. THORAZINE KING.....
BY JON BILLET'S - 09.14.2015
Nobody's Fool, Somebody's Yesteryear
"Nobody's Fool, Somebody's Yesteryear"
I am nobody's fool but your own.
A fool believes the planet earth always had one moon.
When Jupiter has two.
Others had a few.
That got stuck like glue to you.
Something old and something new.
Stolen and saved.
It's been a year since my legs were shaved.
Armpits and chin, too.
So don't get caught in a beef's stew.
Get a pastrami instead.
Don't live inside your head.
Would rather be close up than far instead.
Stay nearby and watch as I cry.
Love only you.
By Jon Billet-09.13.15!...
I am nobody's fool but your own.
A fool believes the planet earth always had one moon.
When Jupiter has two.
Others had a few.
That got stuck like glue to you.
Something old and something new.
Stolen and saved.
It's been a year since my legs were shaved.
Armpits and chin, too.
So don't get caught in a beef's stew.
Get a pastrami instead.
Don't live inside your head.
Would rather be close up than far instead.
Stay nearby and watch as I cry.
Love only you.
By Jon Billet-09.13.15!...
Tomorrow Is
"Tomorrow Is"
Who knows what tomorrow may bring?
Winter, spring, summer, or fall.
For sure, only an idiot knows it all.
I sometimes feel small.
Like an ant is tall.
How do you spell bawl?
That's what upsets urban sprawl.
Heard the call, and now, will give it my all.
Like a politician will give the stall.
Always will remember Paul!
And a Pall Mall cigarette.
By Jonathan Billet
On the day after 9/11/-15
Who knows what tomorrow may bring?
Winter, spring, summer, or fall.
For sure, only an idiot knows it all.
I sometimes feel small.
Like an ant is tall.
How do you spell bawl?
That's what upsets urban sprawl.
Heard the call, and now, will give it my all.
Like a politician will give the stall.
Always will remember Paul!
And a Pall Mall cigarette.
By Jonathan Billet
On the day after 9/11/-15
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