A Showcase of My Poetry
L.C. Harper was a country club snob
He hobnobbed with the so called rich
He thought money was the key
to ultimate happiness
He taught his grandson this,
but his grandson found a greater bliss
In the sweetness of his
precious Laurette’s kiss
By:J.N.R Dutton
Jerry was a dreamer & a schemer of a man
Always coming up w/all sorts of plans
Some of his plans, they weren’t worth spit
but the thinking bulb in his mind was always lit
he’d do anything he could to get food
& make rent
from selling costume jewelry
down at the local flea market
to working rides and booths
on the carnival circuit
People were always surprised
how creative he could get
By:J.N.R Dutton
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Back where I was raised originally
There was a restaurant called “Flamingo’s 50’s”
It was a beautiful place, their food was some of the best
I’ve ever had the pleasure to eat, I especially liked their icees
to beat the Texas Summer heat
In case you didn’t guess, they had a 1950’s theme
I really miss that place, but occasionally
I still have flashes of it, in my dreams
& memory
By:J.N.R Dutton
One thing I know, one thing I see
Is people have infinite complexity
We’re not all one thing, or all another
but a mixture
A mixture of our Love, and hope
Our joy & sorrow,
we’re shaped by our yesterdays & tomorrows
A mixture of pleasure & pain, a mixture of caution
& wanting to spread our wings
A mixture of a million and one+ other things
By:J.N.R Dutton
Due Process of law is important to me,
People should be considered innocent
until proven guilty
That’s the way it works in civilized society,
We don’t go executing people arbitrarily
By:J.N.R Dutton
Presently looking for fresh inspiration for this blog.
I will return ASAP.
I have very little new
currently in mind to write
Technically, it’s early morning,
but I’ll call it a night
because the sun has yet to rise
& give it’s light
By:J.N.R Dutton
He was steeped in Southern tradition
Born & raised, living on Love
& those sweet southern ways
later he’d done his share of wandering
down the lost highway
but all in all he turned out okay
By:J.N.R Dutton
Packed her bags light,
She was on the next flight
out of town
she was Miami bound
She smiled bright,
as the sun that was shining down
as soon as her plane touched the ground
In that golden spot of paradise she’d found
By:J.N.R Dutton
