Life Is

"Life Is"

Life Can Be Sad And Horrible. 

Bad And Mad.

Happy And Glad?

Life Subtracts.

Insanity's Add.

I Sometimes Feel Had!

It's Touched A Tad.

Can Be Good Or Bad!

A Living Fad.

Never Written In A Note's Pad.

Who's My Dad?

Where Is He?

Who's My Mother?

Where Is She?

What Happened To God?

Living Is Odd.

Like A Lightning Rod.

It's Time For A Hot Pod.

Love Is Old And Cold.

God Is Really Your Heart's Art Made Of Gold.

These Theories I've Been Told.

Life's Time Is Bought And Sold.

Too Precious To Fit Any Mold.

"Mourning Is Part Of Healing"

By J. Billet

02/13/15- Dedicated To A Buddy

Long Ways To Travel

"Long Ways To Travel"

Any which way is a long way to travel.

A horizon too far to see.

A cyclist traveling down infinity's road.

A path that can never be traveled upon.

The universe's distance.

A hole too big to dig.

Time's empty space.

Sounds not heard or ever spoken.

A line's endless directions.

The thoughts life's dreams and reality are made of.

Death and life.

By Jonathan Billet

02/13/2015

Sue's Poetry

"Sue's Poetry"

Sue was his honey bun.

They met when the heat was on the sun in poems.

On the swings in the park.

Her golden blond hair sailed in the air.

To her I remain unknown in the poem's fun sun .

She recited it on a school day.

She invited me to stay.

I went on my way.

We never did play. 

Except in the poetry by her most delicate hand.

J.Billet to Lime Rickey 02.12.2015        

Wifi Phones

"Wifi Phones"

Stereotyped phones ring.

Bluebirds steal and sing.

That's their thing.

Ping is to Pong as Pong is to Ping.

My cell phone has static on the text messages.

The electrical man made a housecall.

To make my texts readable.

I don't know what language they were written in.

The world will turn on its spin.

A paper mache universe is what we all live in.

In the solar systems of living dead.

Ringing steeple bells can't be heard and we can't be seen.

Except on a television screen.

Living can be mean.

I'm at the confectionary establishment eating candy and ice-cream.

Escaping through the radiator heat's steam.

An orange haze turns into a lazy daze that will bring out Moonlit Mays.

In my soon to be forgotten new craze.

It never will cease to amaze.

The players in Shakespearean plays.

I sometimes feel like I'm in a cage on this world's stage.

Waiting for another age.

When the books will turn to a new page.

Written my last year in San Francisco.

By Jonathan Billet

A Flattened Bagel

                                        "A Flattened Bagel"

Wine flows.

Crescents moon glows.

A sun shows.

In winter snow.

Winds blow.

Lights turn dim and low.

You've gotten old.

Its turned cold.

Stories I've been told.

That will never be sold.

Except in my retirement bed.

Where nothing is ever said.

Except to the dead.

Wish it was spoken to the living instead.

Life is a darker red.

A med will get me out of my feverish head.

God will keep me well fed.

By Jonathan Billet

-02/06/2015-Dedicated To Brother Randy       

Hippy's Hip

                               "Hippy's Hip"

i Dreamt I was motorcycling on Mars in the 60's.

NO thinG said only DONE.

We are all one.

Too much fun being at Woodstock in the 70's.

Find me, I'm not hiding.

Just aluminum siding.

While bicycle cycle riding.

At The Auckland Islands on a giant tortoise's back.

Drinking from aN AROMA CAFE'S coffee cup.

Given as memorabilia.

By a precious gift giver.

A C.E.O...!!!

EI, EI, EI, OHiii...

Mia, Mia, Myo, Moe, MY SMALL LEFT TOE.

So go slow.

If you want to be a gust of winds' snow.

On my television game show.

To let you know.

A fo is a fo.

of spelled backwards or sideways.

upside down or rightside up.

All a part of a new trip...

So try to not to be hip.

Jon Billet-02-08-2015      

Hot Pot

"Hot Pot"

An orange colored mouse with bloodshot eyes parachutes in blue skies.

Either a moron or genius, always answering questions never asked.

It's a void where prohibited.

I can write in poetic terms but I can't speak in them.

God rest the best.

Drool through the nose and drink through my ears.

Hear with my eyes and think with the tongue.

Always sing songs that have already been sung.

Hung around the playground when I was young.

Couldn't hear a sound because I listen through my eyes.

Walk with my hands and talk with my feet.

I'm an honorary member of the 3 Mouseketeers.

Mickey is a member too.

Ashes are on the sea sands.

We both found ourselves in foreign lands.

Always quoted the demands were our commands.

By Jonathan Billet- 02/07/2015