Jonzo Bandwagoner

Rookie - 0 Points (Aug.26,1989 / Huntington, NY)

Jonzo Bandwagoner Poems

1. You Are My Seatbelt 7/10/2006
2. In The Distance 8/31/2006
3. Of Wars And Wonder 12/28/2006
4. Ale/Ac 12/30/2006
5. Roof Kites 1/2/2007
6. Alone In The Bodleian 1/8/2007
7. Meadow World 1/11/2007
8. A Poem 1/14/2007
9. You Are My Simple Speech 1/24/2007
10. Pair Of Laces 11/8/2006
11. Nimble Nine Tales 2/2/2007
12. Ah, The Springtime Souls 3/6/2007
13. Elemental-Ness 3/29/2007
14. Can'T We Just Mosey? 4/20/2007
15. P.S. Halfway 5/15/2007
16. Constellations 5/29/2007
17. Sola Deo Gloria 8/16/2007
18. Circle-Smile Girl 10/15/2007
19. Yuvn 2/25/2008
20. How Can Your Heart Not Dance? 3/5/2008
21. Ailanthus 3/18/2008
22. Of Rainy Seasons 3/18/2008
23. Thoughts Upon The Construction Of A Swing 1/23/2007
24. Simple Silence 2/15/2007
25. The Wanderer 11/15/2007
26. Kz 11/15/2007
27. Frustration 9/22/2007
28. Hello, Morning! 10/15/2007
29. Perhaps? 1/9/2008
30. Love Is Like A Stethoscope 4/2/2007
31. Airwave Brilliance 11/2/2006
32. Rearrange 3/14/2007
33. Purply-Blue 3/18/2007
34. To Her And Him 2/11/2007
35. Existence 2/13/2007
36. The Firebirds 3/2/2007
37. Leaves 12/7/2006
38. Gibber Jabber Flabber 12/18/2006
39. Heaven 12/23/2006
40. Crisscross 1/26/2007

Comments about Jonzo Bandwagoner

  • Landrey (2/21/2007 12:53:00 PM)

    Jonzo is the kind of guy who looks up the word 'thesaurus' in a thesaurus. And that is pretty dang cool.

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Best Poem of Jonzo Bandwagoner

The Ballad Of Sparta

Men of old in shining armor,
Brand their swords and ride like thunder,
Cities quake; behold their tremor!
Xerxes turns toward Greece.

Men and women and starving children,
Run like fire and ne’er turn back,
Cities burn; behold their splendor!
Xerxes gives the word.

At his word those men in armor,
Take their torches, flaming archers,
Cities fall; behold their grandeur!
Falls in fire and stone.

Men of Greece in flight and flounder,
Who will stand for home and country?
Cities drop; behold their outpour!
Of men and cattle ...

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Wanderers In A Dream

O afar, beneath this gray coloured day,
Hangs a ribbon of darkness, shadowed fiend,
Despite the attempts, I admittedly say,
All reproves seem endless.

Remorse, we are all wanderers,
Stuck in a world of shadows and fear,
I stand back and observe this shadowed plight,
Hope is again shattered.

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