"Rest In Pieces"
Let the world wake up before I go to sleep.
Don't let me go to sleep anytime sooner.
I hope my eclipse isn't solar but is lunar.
I don't write that well.
Learned in school how to spell.
My undiscovered thoughts lie in a wishing well.
School bell rings and wishes I would go to hell.
It's 7 here and 11 in heaven.
I hope I make it there, before I am called.
While you still can drop me a romantic line.
Write your name on the dotted dollar sign.
That way I'll always know that you will be mine.
Keys may not open every door.
While I'm waiting for judgement, lay with me on your floor.
We can live in the center of the earth's core, forever more.
Send My Love To Andy- Jon Billet 12/28/15
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Aroma's Cafe
"Aroma's Cafe"
Tables Rock N' Roll.
Red, white, and purple flowers give off a heady, intoxicating, fragrance.
Aromatic coffee beans are roasted then ground and sold.
Bunches of bagels and bialys rest under the counter.
So do boxes of assorted sugars.
Muffins are displayed through glass.
The cookies jars full of taste are on top of the counters.
Water drinks and frozen goods are in the frozen food case.
Photos, pictures, and licence plates cover the walls.
Coffee machines and coffee pots are behind the crowded counter.
It is here where ideas are digested.
For a mind's stomach.
My stomach is full.
Which leaves me with tasty thoughts.
I dream inside a plastic cup full of flavorful iced tea and coffee.
Jon Billet-12/27/15
Tables Rock N' Roll.
Red, white, and purple flowers give off a heady, intoxicating, fragrance.
Aromatic coffee beans are roasted then ground and sold.
Bunches of bagels and bialys rest under the counter.
So do boxes of assorted sugars.
Muffins are displayed through glass.
The cookies jars full of taste are on top of the counters.
Water drinks and frozen goods are in the frozen food case.
Photos, pictures, and licence plates cover the walls.
Coffee machines and coffee pots are behind the crowded counter.
It is here where ideas are digested.
For a mind's stomach.
My stomach is full.
Which leaves me with tasty thoughts.
I dream inside a plastic cup full of flavorful iced tea and coffee.
Jon Billet-12/27/15
Far Away From Near
"Far Away From Near"
Stick the moisturizer up someone's rear.
The cars have all gone out of gear.
This ain't peculiar but is queer.
It isn't far away but quite near here.
Always shed that person's tear in their beer.
Are you my advocate peer?
To me that will stay dear.
So stay clear.
Stop quoting Lear.
Out of a putrid fear.
Jon Billet - 12/27/15 Dedicated To Cricket.
Stick the moisturizer up someone's rear.
The cars have all gone out of gear.
This ain't peculiar but is queer.
It isn't far away but quite near here.
Always shed that person's tear in their beer.
Are you my advocate peer?
To me that will stay dear.
So stay clear.
Stop quoting Lear.
Out of a putrid fear.
Jon Billet - 12/27/15 Dedicated To Cricket.
Sad Sunday
"Sad Sunday"
It's just another bad day.
Fad daze.
Sad days.
A band plays in the park.
Dim lights don't see well after it turns dark.
Life is a lark.
Happy dogs will bark.
Everything goes with the Ark.
The holy covenant.
It makes beautiful scents out of no sense.
Poking fingers at people.
Let them have their fun.
In the dark sun.
Time escapes on the run.
It's all been done in a poetic pun.
Words can't say.
They are made up yesterday.
Tomorrow will never speak.
What you say reeks.
Won't last a five minute week.
Depend on how you seek.
Jon Billet- 12/26/15
It's just another bad day.
Fad daze.
Sad days.
A band plays in the park.
Dim lights don't see well after it turns dark.
Life is a lark.
Happy dogs will bark.
Everything goes with the Ark.
The holy covenant.
It makes beautiful scents out of no sense.
Poking fingers at people.
Let them have their fun.
In the dark sun.
Time escapes on the run.
It's all been done in a poetic pun.
Words can't say.
They are made up yesterday.
Tomorrow will never speak.
What you say reeks.
Won't last a five minute week.
Depend on how you seek.
Jon Billet- 12/26/15
Living On Borrowed Time
"Living On Borrowed Time"
Am I living on borrowed time?
It appears not.
The world lives on stolen time.
Is life in a rush to get done with?
A rush or a slow motion's picture.
Dreaming in color inside Van Gogh paintings.
Wandering into a heavy Tolstoy novel.
I live forever in poet's utopia.
Want to stay in never, never land.
I don't live in a city or the country.
Live in the suburbs.
Where the town folk have bigger mouths then their elephant ears can hear.
All, in a rush of precious seconds to go nowhere.
The grass seems greener there.
Cusses, I dare swear, into the deaf air.
What is fair, is fair.
Although, I'd like to get away from there.
I'm here to stay for another day.
Jon Billet
Am I living on borrowed time?
It appears not.
The world lives on stolen time.
Is life in a rush to get done with?
A rush or a slow motion's picture.
Dreaming in color inside Van Gogh paintings.
Wandering into a heavy Tolstoy novel.
I live forever in poet's utopia.
Want to stay in never, never land.
I don't live in a city or the country.
Live in the suburbs.
Where the town folk have bigger mouths then their elephant ears can hear.
All, in a rush of precious seconds to go nowhere.
The grass seems greener there.
Cusses, I dare swear, into the deaf air.
What is fair, is fair.
Although, I'd like to get away from there.
I'm here to stay for another day.
Jon Billet
Dirty Laundry
"Dirty Laundry"
Life's laundry is a very dirty business.
A loss in the eyes of the dead ones.
My loves that were left behind.
Their gain will be a lost one.
Get it any way you can.
For in the end it will kill you.
The love you make is equivalent with the crap you take.
Your colors run just for fun in a sun's pun.
The laughs you fake are the resounding smiles of a pitiful clown.
As you travel from one to another town.
You always want more, for the luggage you bought and sold in a dollar store.
You are really quite a bore and I can't find your front door.
Just watch you clean my house's floor.
So why don't you go out and steal more.
Before I get sore and even our score.
You, twelve twenty four, whore.
J. Billet's-12-24-15
To Juliana Quip
Life's laundry is a very dirty business.
A loss in the eyes of the dead ones.
My loves that were left behind.
Their gain will be a lost one.
Get it any way you can.
For in the end it will kill you.
The love you make is equivalent with the crap you take.
Your colors run just for fun in a sun's pun.
The laughs you fake are the resounding smiles of a pitiful clown.
As you travel from one to another town.
You always want more, for the luggage you bought and sold in a dollar store.
You are really quite a bore and I can't find your front door.
Just watch you clean my house's floor.
So why don't you go out and steal more.
Before I get sore and even our score.
You, twelve twenty four, whore.
J. Billet's-12-24-15
To Juliana Quip
Alabama Woman
"Alabama Woman"
Alabama woman, hope you love me a million times as much as I do you.
You're as hot as the Alabama summer sun.
When the southern heat burns the head and we get red.
I'm up in N.Y. and I miss your loving way.
Without you I feel tired and dead.
Recall all the words you said.
This makes me want to nibble on your ear.
Hear familiar soft spoken words.
Can smell your body's lilac scent.
I can't afford to pay New York City rent.
City winter eye sore unlike the breezy Southern Alabama's Gulf Shore.
Which makes me miss your kisses even more.
Seeing you in the summer is what's in store.
Can't wait to knock at your door.
Before you go to bed.
Ours is done not said.
Love south's cumulus clouds above.
Love Jon Billet- 12/23/15
Alabama woman, hope you love me a million times as much as I do you.
You're as hot as the Alabama summer sun.
When the southern heat burns the head and we get red.
I'm up in N.Y. and I miss your loving way.
Without you I feel tired and dead.
Recall all the words you said.
This makes me want to nibble on your ear.
Hear familiar soft spoken words.
Can smell your body's lilac scent.
I can't afford to pay New York City rent.
City winter eye sore unlike the breezy Southern Alabama's Gulf Shore.
Which makes me miss your kisses even more.
Seeing you in the summer is what's in store.
Can't wait to knock at your door.
Before you go to bed.
Ours is done not said.
Love south's cumulus clouds above.
Love Jon Billet- 12/23/15
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