I will be taking the rest of the week off, doesn’t mean I won’t be writing poetry at all, just that I won’t be posting any poems for the rest of the week. I have never liked pressure (even self imposed) to write, creativity (in it’s truest sense) can’t be forced.
I will keep a notepad or something nearby to jot ideas as they come, and share the results later.
I think the break from posting will be helpful to my process.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
he’s a favorite classic poet of mine
Arguably one of the greatest
poetic masters of all time
He could surely tell a story,
& he was brilliant with a rhyme,
All these years since he’s been gone
He’s still touching hearts & minds
With every genius jot & tittle
of the work he left behind
By:J.N.R Dutton
Passersby hear footsteps falling
on wet streets soaked by rain
A weeping broken old man is calling
Hoping his calls are not in vain
All his lost aimless wandering
Has nearly driven him insane
but someone reaches out
with compassionate hands
To help him home again
By:J.N.R Dutton
Sharing his life in his music,
for better or worse
Pouring out new lyrics
verse by verse
Nobody said it’d be an easy road
but he’d never ask for a lighter load
Whether life’s going right or going tragically wrong
He loves that he can spill his joy or pain alike into a song
& have people relate, even singing along,
There’s been good & bad in the “crops” he’s sown
It does his soul good to know
He’s not alone
By:J.N.R Dutton
The poet starts his day off
with a cold & sugarless brew
While he drinks it he sits & stews
Through the maze of mind
he’s hunting down his muse
Something fresh & explosive to light
His creative fuse
By:J.N.R Dutton
When G.C. C. wrote his songs
they were always hits
He just had a knack for it
A beautiful & razor sharp poetic wit
He & music were a perfect fit
Like a hand in custom gloves
For him it was an absolute labor of love
By:J.N.R Dutton
This is about a man named Giant Jack,
Tall & strong with skin jet black
Who caught rattlesnakes in a canvas sack
Skinned them down, salted them,
& hung them on a rack
Made them into rattler jerky
for when he needed a snack
By:J.N.R Dutton
Dan played Sax in a jazz band
under bright stage lights
and enjoyed the beauty of the Broadway nights
but as years went on, yeah, as that time flew by
He started to re-prioritize,
He met a lovely lady with a fire in her eyes
He wanted to be her husband,
for her to be his wife,
Settle in a small town, raise a family,
& have a normal life
By:J.N.R Dutton
Mindy skated the winters away
since the earliest part of her life
Even though the bitter cold cut like a knife
She still loved watching the snow fall from the sky
while she’d glide on the ice
To her, it was like a Norman Rockwell
masterpiece
So easy on the eyes
By:J.N.R Dutton
This morning I was listening
to a man named Michael sing
He has such a heart, such Love for Jesus,
I can tell it’s the real thing,
so inspiring
It’s so beautiful hearing him
lift his voice to the everlasting King
By:J.N.R Dutton
