Saturday, January 3, 2015

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       

Friday, December 26, 2014

All Power To The Numeral Three

"All Power To The Numeral Three"



I get lost in a dream's thought.

Found the world in my dreams.

Lost the sun and stars.

Can't find my poetry in the mind.

Thought I lost it in my pockets.

Unless it was lost in the mail.

The cosmic community may be holding onto it.

Inspires all my desires with its fire.

Sky's high flyer.

Travels by taxi cabby.

By a cat named Abby.

Power to the number three.

What is to be will be.

Fill the salty sea with newer tea.

Silly me, I forgot, although costly, life is free.

But that's hard to see for anybody's reality.




By Jonathan Billet 12/26/2015