Dark Matter Particles

"Dark Matter Particles"

Does dark matter make any difference to the world?

All and none.

But they could chill the sun.

You romp and stomp.

A romper stomping dance in the sun's cloud.

Except when it thunders and gets too loud.

Then that cloud will burst and it will begin to rain.

Giving the planet and my skin a good soaking.

Fires are always smoking.

Not poking a joke.

While listening to folk.

Played without the sky's lightning's electricity.

A powerful velocity.

The world will save me.

Stick around and see.

Unless I fall from a tree prematurely.

Jon Billet- 01.03.2015

Echo's Canyon

"Echo's Canyon"

My footsteps echo in the park.

A voice I hear is moving through the dark.

I'm waiting for the Ark.

I write for myself alone in an empty house.

I'm invisible to a tree and dogs can barely see me. 

Want to swim in the sea of orange tea.

That will set the human race free.

We really all do exist in a box.

The box has plenty of locks.

Like my floor door.

Nobody will share with me what's in store.

The creator has an invention kit.

Like a front door's mail slit.

Wishing to hum songs to it.

It won't take long to write these songs.

The ideas they sell strike me as dumb.

Good while on Scotch and Rum.

But they take a mighty sum.

Except to a drunken wandering bum such as myself.

All alone by myself in one of the house's rooms.

Watching Jupiter's jumping moons.

While eating from utensil's pencils, called ice-cream spoons.

Made especially for buffoons.

Watch out for passing typhoons.

By Captain Stardust alias Captain Moonlight or J. Billet's.

To Andy Dudettes.

Counterfeit Money

                           "Counterfeit Money"

I supply the world with monopoly money. Is that legal?

500,000.00 worth of it in the past.  Ghosts actually follow

me around for giving anything to anyone. Should have

written for it-i!i!i!i!i!i!...

By Captain Moonlight alias Jonathan Mark Billet.

P.S.- Sue's fear caused me to break my diplomas

into pieces.  No birthday card.

Holding You

                                        "Holding You"

I'd like to hold your heart next to mine.

A tree I can't see is like you, far away and hides from my view.

I love you.

Do you love me too?

Would love to take a rain shower with you.

To you it would be nice and new.

Us dancing would be quite the view.

I need you to inspire and douse my heart's burnt out fire for you.

The faucet drips while my heart skips over you.

A sun's dipping into a sea of lemon tea.

It's easy to see that you and I were meant to be.

Eternally in infinite infinity's ecstasy by a distant shore.

For ten's score is evermore.

This and you I can't ignore.

It hurt and tore me to pieces.

Golden fleeces.

Only found in mythology.

My love is your Biology.

Your mind's psychology's physiology.   

I love you only Andy.

Love and kisses for the misses.

By Jonathan Billet 01.02.2015...

Kristijana's Birthday's Poetry

"Kristijana's Birthday's Poetry"

My mind wanders and gets lost in wonderful thoughts.

The poet knows a thought comes and goes.

You too, I find and lose.

When I catch the blues.

Like reading a front page's news.

Creating deceptive views.

What is, is not.

You tied me in the knot.

Dreaming like a Weeping Willow.

My sleeping pillow.

A dream is you.

Reality is not real.

It's the surreal to me.

A story I'm told.

For the finest wine ever sold.

That aged with time.

Time is like fine wine.

Happy twenty.

Hope you have many and plenty.

May all your birthdays.

Be new ones!

To Kristi From Jon Billet

Written B4  The New Year 201

Pat's First Birthday

                                 "Pat's First Birthday"

Your birthday's rhyme is only in the moment of time.

Because I am your spirit's mime.

Shadows cast on this mimicking mime show up in a magic sign.

Across Hollywood and Vine.

Swimming on top of The River Rhine.

Dancing to another tune.

While eating and drinking.

Your delicious strawberry wine cake gold.

We are both always sold.

Old enough to remember your birthday party's song.

Sing Along With Mitch.

To make it rich.

Praying our lives will float by in the sky without a glitch.

Remembered every stitch of time in your singing rhyme.

The twentieth century we saw.

Thanks, God for allowing me to see the twenty first. 

This I find like a reflective pond. 

It's quite clear.

I will always be very near.

May your dybbuks never come close to hear.

Your true tune's melody.

Seen by few.

And to you all that's full of excitement and new.

Here's to many more that you can travel to.

Love, it always sees you through.

Your friend, you send.

By Jon - Happy 62 Birthdays!!!..._.

No equal signs.- Please! 

Conversation In A Cloud

"Conversation In A Cloud"

Dangling discussions without words for me.

Words to the wise wear a false disguise.

A television tube lives and dies.

Like the commuter in the train's bar car taking a vacation - a summer day's libation.

Trying to catch the stars on the moon from the planet mars.

Jail bars can't hold the flying mosquito.

Stars shimmy and dangle from mars' moons.

Justice just sails past by us.

Paper airplanes must come in thick plies.

They are reasons for moment's supposition proposition.

Without hesitation at the railroad station.

Going to the last car in the sixties.

Played on a circus' piano by dancing fleas.

Do what they please.

But don't let out a cough because somebody may take it for a sneeze.

And say God Bless them!

By Anonymous Bosch-

12/22/2014