He doesn’t miss the whiskey,
he doesn’t miss the wine
he’s been free of it all 28 years,
going on 29.
The day he laid the bottles down
was one of the best days of his life,
Now he helps others who are where he was,
he’s pointing them all toward the light
By: J.N.R Dutton
Peach lightning & some KFC,
biscuits, potatoes & gravy,
delicious dinner with the family
while we chill & laugh
and watch movies,
enjoying each others company
it really is a wonderful thing
By: J.N.R Dutton
I am currently open for new subject suggestions for poems, I find collaboration and mutual brainstorming can be healthy things in many areas of life.
Eric, if you were reading this I’d like to say,
I’m a bigger fan now than I was
even just yesterday
The way you tell a story, brother,
it just keeps blowing me away
every time I think I’ve heard your best
you top it & prove me wrong
As long as you keep sharing, man,
I’ll forever sing along
By: J.N.R Dutton
The poet was away for a while,
hadn’t written in some days,
finally getting back to it
put a smile on his face
though the world, it still is crazy,
& there’s still things he can’t control
He’s thankful he’s got
happiness and health
& all is well with his soul
By: J.N.R Dutton
Dear all, thank you for continuing to take time out of your day to grace this blog with your presence. Keeping it open & active is something I definitely don’t regret.
Unfortunately, with that said, I will be away from this blog for a very BRIEF period, due to circumstances and necessary obligations that can’t really be helped. No need for anyone to get worked up, I and my family are doing well overall.
I will be back around 1st of November at the latest.
An old man with a wandering glow in his eye, looks deep into the eyes of his still loving wife. Have they been together 40 years, or is it 45? He can’t remember most of the time.
His mind has crippled with age. It’s often like a book that someone’s taken and blurred out or crumpled the pages, but she’s still grateful for the days, when his memory finds it’s way back on occasion, and he smiles at her in sweet recognition.
As is true Love’s fashion, with all her heart & zealous passion, she says “he’s my other half whom I’ll never forsake, in sickness & health was the promise I made, and I’ll keep that promise to our dying days, come whatever may, whatever it takes.”
By: J.N.R Dutton
I won’t let toxic baggage poison me, I’m going to live in light, Love, and liberty.
I know I can only make that decision for me, but I’ll encourage others to do likewise, it’s such a sweet relief.
By: J.N.R Dutton
Small town county fair,
Jingling tambourines
playing there
people gathering w/voices raising,
such sweet, sweet sounds
everybody celebrating
with smiles all around
By: J.N.R Dutton
A kind of free verse piece
Rebecca worked in a bookstore in a small town, that’s often how her days were spent. She chose that career as more than just a way to pay for the rent, or gas to get around. She adored books.
She’d say they were some of her truest loves in every sense you could possibly think of.
Anyone who knew her would say she was more than a bit obsessed, some might even think it unhealthy, something needing to be seriously addressed.
She read voraciously, everything from full novels to poetry.
She wanted to be a writer too from an early age.
She felt sometimes that other aspects of life could be mundane, she sometimes felt trapped like a caught animal in a cage, but when she’d write, or when she’d read, or help another avid reader find the books they need that’s when she felt the most free.
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 