Biography of Jon Butter
Spiritual teacher, motivational speaker, and communication consultant, Jon writes from his home in Vernon, CT.
Jon Butter Poems
Cruising for a smile With her knowing look, She sees my flirty eyes, Impenetrable and delicious.
Dive into cold water, And this morning You might discover, Dazed by the frigid shock,
Cherries And Cream
God kisses angels from sleep like waves rippling the sun into a million tiny diamonds. We eat cherries and cream
On the edge Where all explorers go, Fear is like air.
On the outside, You can't see what's eating him. No more treatments are available. He lives on milky white liquid
Beer In The Morning
I'm drinking beer at 9: 38 AM. Damn, no, it's cider. I want to be one of those guys who's so loose he can drink beer in the morning;
Endless hallways and never an open door: The giant in you will only die if you stop trying. Don’t stop because elegant banisters and Marble hallways will lead you to the place where you can rest.
When you died, You took one of my reasons. I will not find another as Pure and worth living.
I'm so tired of your sex, But if you were gone
Blackberry And Tar
Bad cheap wine Tasting of blackberry and tar, Dancing angels That take me far
The Rose Bush
If you are not in that rose bush then you must have sprinkled heaven down because every year you arrive this same day, and its large pink petals are exploding like confetti. The wind is throwing them up in the air for your ticker tape parade, and only the summer's first blooms
When a dream became three cents of death and cream I lick your patience off the revelation
The perfect burger: Thin and fried, Gooey cheese, Grilled Bun,
Your Best Friends
Faith and Doubt are your best friends Who have never met. Throw a party. Shake some martinis.
I leave tomorrow.
Like an urchin
Feeding from the current,
Summer’s fall becomes
Frozen shores and
The terns will come again.
The moon brightens
The crab's nocturnal hunt
From the same burrowed hole as the