“A Lost Poem”
You mean more to me than any subjects could.
More than the wealth of ancient gold and diamond mines.
You are timeless in place in all of outer space.
The universe’s moons sing tunes of my love for you.
Old are we and our mystical love is new.
Meaning more to me than rhyme does to you.
Never blue if I can believe it’s true.
Our love must grow as slow as a second knows.
Quickly does the time pass if a second takes an eternity to go.
I was there before but not any more.
What was taken from weakness we shall gain in the love of strength.
The universe grows.
Clouds pass overhead.
I bang the walls with my head while still dreaming in bed.
My universe is a quiet place.
I have lost a place called inner space.
I'm not in a race.
My reflection in mirrored light is refracted.
No sound is ever heard.
Just the new word.
All the words have a say.
That's why life pays.
On this Sunday afternoon at the bay.
At a night's day revealed by sparkling moonlight sung in a June's tune.
By Jonathan Billet 05/29/2014- 06/03/2014
Not without coaching from Andrea
Friday, May 30, 2014
My Yellow Rose
"My Yellow Rose"
Thanx you tons of yellow roses and a bunch of their thorny stems.
Rain showers bring plenty of sun flowers below a June’s moons.
I love your kindness because it’s so mindless and arrives to me from your beautiful heart.
That’s a nice way to start a new day.
The silence of sleep is broken when you speak.
I hear your words in my world’s dreams.
I love only you, Andrea
By Jon Billet on the 26th day in the month of May.
Never to stay in the year 2014
Thanx you tons of yellow roses and a bunch of their thorny stems.
Rain showers bring plenty of sun flowers below a June’s moons.
I love your kindness because it’s so mindless and arrives to me from your beautiful heart.
That’s a nice way to start a new day.
The silence of sleep is broken when you speak.
I hear your words in my world’s dreams.
I love only you, Andrea
By Jon Billet on the 26th day in the month of May.
Never to stay in the year 2014
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
TIME FOR ANOTHER PARTY?
"TIME FOR ANOTHER PARTY?"
IT'S A PITY THAT OUR TWO POLITICAL PARTIES ARE THE
CORPORATE KINGS OF CORRUPTION. RIFE WITH
MEANINGLESS POLITICAL STRIFE. THEY NEVER DO ANYTHING
BUT COMPLAIN AND COLLECT LARGE POLITICAL CONTRIBUTIONS.
NEVER COMPROMISE THEIR POSITION SUCH A WASTED DISPOSITION.
SMOKING THE CLOUDS BEFORE THE CLOUDS SMOKE THEM.
BY JONATHAN BILLET - MAY'S MEMORIAL DAY.
IT'S A PITY THAT OUR TWO POLITICAL PARTIES ARE THE
CORPORATE KINGS OF CORRUPTION. RIFE WITH
MEANINGLESS POLITICAL STRIFE. THEY NEVER DO ANYTHING
BUT COMPLAIN AND COLLECT LARGE POLITICAL CONTRIBUTIONS.
NEVER COMPROMISE THEIR POSITION SUCH A WASTED DISPOSITION.
SMOKING THE CLOUDS BEFORE THE CLOUDS SMOKE THEM.
BY JONATHAN BILLET - MAY'S MEMORIAL DAY.
All The Politics
"All The Politics"
Stop playing with your food, the words, and my thoughts.
Finding it such a hardship to raise the minimum wage, stating
it will cost so much to the taxpayer.
Giving only the billionaires tax cuts.
While always letting the poor go hungry and homeless.
Jon Billet
Stop playing with your food, the words, and my thoughts.
Finding it such a hardship to raise the minimum wage, stating
it will cost so much to the taxpayer.
Giving only the billionaires tax cuts.
While always letting the poor go hungry and homeless.
Jon Billet
Monday, May 26, 2014
I Can Hear Silence
"I Can Hear Silence"
You're a peach's pear.
A peach of a pear.
To you nothing but love can compare.
I adore your strawberry hair.
I feel a silent, unfair, lonely despair when you're are not there.
Love is in the air.
One thing I always know.
It takes time to show and will always grow.
Don't you know?
Silence is despair.
Another sad song playing at the same time on a record player.
I can hear people whispering thoughts to themselves.
Dogs are barking too in my silent room.
The planet's moon shines brighter than words.
The birds love to wing.
While we silently sing.
A love calls song.
By Jonathan Billet- 05.26.14.
You're a peach's pear.
A peach of a pear.
To you nothing but love can compare.
I adore your strawberry hair.
I feel a silent, unfair, lonely despair when you're are not there.
Love is in the air.
One thing I always know.
It takes time to show and will always grow.
Don't you know?
Silence is despair.
Another sad song playing at the same time on a record player.
I can hear people whispering thoughts to themselves.
Dogs are barking too in my silent room.
The planet's moon shines brighter than words.
The birds love to wing.
While we silently sing.
A love calls song.
By Jonathan Billet- 05.26.14.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
What If What Is?
"What If What Is?"
If I dreamed Saturday was Sunday?
Wednesday and Friday knew for sure.
If black thought pink was mellow, would this be bullying?
What does green do?
What do the other colors think?
What would they think if they were you?
If we are all invisible in the eyes of God?
If it rained and snowed in different colors?
If a store has a back door.
Does it's ceilings have doors too?
Do the walls have doors coming out of them?
Do the floors have doors?
Is there a place where a run-on street never ends?
Graffiti-covered sidewalks with different colored patterns painted on them.
A town with multicolored buildings from hazel to azure?
Do people wear their pants inside-out?
Outside-in?
Upside-down?
Shirts for pants?
Pants for shirts.
Shaving cream as toothpaste?
Toothpaste that's shaving cream?
Is there a bird's buzz and bees that sing.
Cars yelling and people that honk at each other.
What if the paintings in the museums were facing the walls?
We sat upside down on seats?
Ate from the table sideways?
If you sat on your head and walked on your hands?
If your shoe heels were made of lead?
If the world was made out of bubblegum?
If you breathed in air and ate from dirt.
If mice were yellow and indigo.
If your eyes were violet tulips?
Silver or gold?
If we woke up at night and slept at work?
If butterflies run on moon power and are scarlet?
If coffee beans are edible?
If water turns into tea?
If peppermint lifesavers are in an herbal sea of tea.
Jonathan Billet
If I dreamed Saturday was Sunday?
Wednesday and Friday knew for sure.
If black thought pink was mellow, would this be bullying?
What does green do?
What do the other colors think?
What would they think if they were you?
If we are all invisible in the eyes of God?
If it rained and snowed in different colors?
If a store has a back door.
Does it's ceilings have doors too?
Do the walls have doors coming out of them?
Do the floors have doors?
Is there a place where a run-on street never ends?
Graffiti-covered sidewalks with different colored patterns painted on them.
A town with multicolored buildings from hazel to azure?
Do people wear their pants inside-out?
Outside-in?
Upside-down?
Shirts for pants?
Pants for shirts.
Shaving cream as toothpaste?
Toothpaste that's shaving cream?
Is there a bird's buzz and bees that sing.
Cars yelling and people that honk at each other.
What if the paintings in the museums were facing the walls?
We sat upside down on seats?
Ate from the table sideways?
If you sat on your head and walked on your hands?
If your shoe heels were made of lead?
If the world was made out of bubblegum?
If you breathed in air and ate from dirt.
If mice were yellow and indigo.
If your eyes were violet tulips?
Silver or gold?
If we woke up at night and slept at work?
If butterflies run on moon power and are scarlet?
If coffee beans are edible?
If water turns into tea?
If peppermint lifesavers are in an herbal sea of tea.
Jonathan Billet
Mime's Wine
“Mime’s Wine”
Yesterday, I painted the walls of my mind.
It was like a deep, dark, empty cavern.
There were oceans of frozen iced waters.
It rained on my head and made me cry.
I could feel the cold winter draft.
Then I painted suns on the hall’s walls.
It soaked into my bones and gave me pleasure.
Like a newly found treasure.
Something which has no measure.
A life in itself.
A morning cup of coffee.
Then brunch.
A lover for dinner.
But I’ll imbibe in my sea of herbal tea until then.
At Aroma Coffee Roast, eating peach and black cherry yogurt.
The sun will come out and touch my skin.
Everybody else will get the same sunshine.
The wine will ripen on the vine.
My mind will be fine in the sun’s shine.
Am I still here or have I gone?
Where am I?
Whilst in my dream!
By Jonathan Billet 05.14.14. – revised 05/29/2014
Yesterday, I painted the walls of my mind.
It was like a deep, dark, empty cavern.
There were oceans of frozen iced waters.
It rained on my head and made me cry.
I could feel the cold winter draft.
Then I painted suns on the hall’s walls.
It soaked into my bones and gave me pleasure.
Like a newly found treasure.
Something which has no measure.
A life in itself.
A morning cup of coffee.
Then brunch.
A lover for dinner.
But I’ll imbibe in my sea of herbal tea until then.
At Aroma Coffee Roast, eating peach and black cherry yogurt.
The sun will come out and touch my skin.
Everybody else will get the same sunshine.
The wine will ripen on the vine.
My mind will be fine in the sun’s shine.
Am I still here or have I gone?
Where am I?
Whilst in my dream!
By Jonathan Billet 05.14.14. – revised 05/29/2014
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