Razzle Dazzle

                                   "Razzle Dazzle"

You dazzle me until I'm razzled.

Razzle dazzle.

Ready, done, and dying to be in your arms.

Razzle dazzle me with all your charms.

You blow my hot fuse with the tricks you use.

What you do is top news.

So why you give me the blues?

I pay my dues!

I wish I could comfort you with the soul.

Then, and only then we could live as two.

My right footed shoe and your left too.

Sue, you mean more to me than I do.

I love only you!

Time becomes real and true when I'm with you.

Something as rare as you is something new.

I am you.

Love me.

I love you.

Our words whisper, whistling a lovely tune to the distant moon.

Make love to you soon.

By Jonathan Billet

The Chosen Knew

"The Chosen Knew"

We are all the chosen doughnuts.

Dipped my head in salty water's hair.

It was salty hair.

Better than saltwater taffy's air.

Being bald, and not circumcised I wailed and cried. 

Subscribed to The Jewish Worker.

I was hypnotized until lobotomized.

Lobotomized until ostracized.

I'm dropping my stick-

Mr. Tricky Dick Rick!

By Mr. Ed alias Dr. Elmer Fudd M.D.

or Jonathan Billet

Sweeping A Broom

                                                                "Sweeping A Broom"

Working in my room.

Sweeping a broom.

Living in a dream.

Reality doesn't seem like a steal.

Like the real deal.

My head's in a cloud.

I'm dead in that cloud.

Hope it don't thunder to loud.

Life is to sad to be proud.

It's lightning out and I'm thirty thousand miles high.

Cry as I fly upstairs.

Waiting for my shares.

I'm drinking passion tea that tastes fine to me.

The stewardess in the sky gave it to me for free.

She's an angel who flies by in my dreams.

Tea isn't for free  unlike my poetry is to me.

Keep your tears dry, when you float by, in a rainy, wet, sky.

By Captain Moonlight alias Jon Billet.  For April's Fools - 2014.

ON A DRUNKEN NIGHT.

Your Shadow's Reflection Is Bright Tonight

                 "Your Shadow's Reflection Is Bright Tonight"

Your shadow's reflection blocks the bright red color of Mars.

The clouds get in the way of the view from people driving cars.

The imbibers are also blind to this sight in their houses' bars.

As I simmer, the moon refuses to shine and the stars can't glimmer.

There is no light on this last night of winter.

The winter storm will see and know, that this year, spring will be a slow show.

Then the beer and time will flow.

By Poe alias Jon Billet 03-19-2014

Lightning Rod

                                                      "Lightning Rod"

To write another group of ideas.

Glue them together.

Throw them out and up.

He has a creaky voice and she makes a squeaky noise.

It's one thing for another.

For living is forgiving.

Sugar coated and always quoted.

"God loves them and hates them, mixes them and mates them."

Throws the voice but who catches it?

Happy Pesach!

Really do love you J.S.

By Your Friend Jon

The Happiest Days From White Plains

"The Happiest Days From White Plains."

Every morning the sun comes out of the closet.

Making people gay.

I'm happy on a warm day when the sun comes out.

When the sun goes in the closet, people feel really low.

We dream that the moon is blocking out the sun.

Stealing stardust from time's outer space.

Life is the happy dog's dream.

The sun's spotlight is on designer doggies.

White Plains is close to Valhalla's resting place with my mother.

I find no peace of mind but my heart's at peace.

Wander around aimlessly and ride on an asteroid made of clay.

Please accept this new day.

By Jonathan Billet 04.02.14.       

My Movement's Moments

"My Movement's Moments"

A Mercury Head's dime's tale.

Singing songs of six pence on stage.

The money trees are mighty dense.

The white picket fence sticks out of the bushes.

Just like the politicians' tushes.

Fumigating the town with a burning marijuana garden.

The Gardner Of Eden.

Sitting on a bench collecting my thoughts.

Minding my mind's business.

I'm just a business man.

Made in the garbage's pail.  

First families dance in China on a stage.

Swinging to songs of English pounds' ex-silver.

And pick up the four P's.

Like the Chinese Chamomile Citrus herbal teas.

The real caffeine free iced seas.                 

Setting a stage for a new page.

A monkey's cage is all the rage.

Ask a junkie their true age.

Who's the sage? 

Do they earn the minimum wage?

What's spoken is always unbroken. 

It can play tricks on you.

Who are you, anyway?

You never have to say.

Who visits the new day.

She always was meant to stay.

By the way this was written on a May birthday.

By And By Zeke Zucchini alias Jonathan Billet.

03.31.14.