A copper colored guitar’s
slung across a drifting picker’s back
He walks upon roads of old cobblestone
As the night soon fades to black
He is well on his way to where he needs to go
He’ll be there by early dawn,
then he’ll jump, jive, & jam
with all his friends, that’s the plan
until the day once again is gone
By: J.N.R Dutton
Some people ramble so incoherently
thinking all the while that
they’re saying something
new & deep, but to me it seems
like they could really use some strong medication,
a good long vacation,
& more than a few good hours of sleep
By: J.N.R Dutton
A girl of twenty three , she sat quietly
down by an ancient creek
where she loved to daydream
as she took in the beautiful
scenery
and where to her it seemed
like the rushing water could speak
By: J.N.R Dutton
Janie used to dream heavily of Hollywood,
always wanted to be a star
when she was just seventeen, she loaded up her car
Headed out to Cali, where they said all the big names are
but all these years later, her priorities have changed
as they tend to do, they say wisdom comes with age
she still loves to perform, believes there’s nothing
wrong with such a thing,
but also knows there’s so much more
to life than the stage and fleeting fame
By: J.N.R Dutton
He’s a down to earth,
down home poet in boots
& old Ray-bans
Makes his living with his voice
& the guitar in his hands
He adores his family, friends, & fans
“These are truly my people” he says
For them he’d do anything he can
He’s a genius picker, and an even better man
By: J.N.R Dutton
Hello everyone who still follows this blog, I realize it’s been a bit since I’ve shared new poetry here, but I will soon again. I have quite a few ideas rolling round in my mind, just need to flesh them out.
Joshua-He’s a poet from the heart of Texas
he writes as if he’s just speaking plainly
he doesn’t try to impress anybody
with anything fancy
he just lets what’s on his heart flow free
he believes that’s the best way to be
By: J.N.R Dutton
The poet sits to write another line
Endless thoughts flood his mind
he just lets them waltz right in
it’s not a question then of inspiration
he’s got plenty of that
He just wonders where exactly to begin
By: J.N.R Dutton
The political elites seek to divide,
they’ve got their own agendas and plans
but I write this poem to my fellow citizen,
the common every day woman & man
To say, let’s come together,
for the sake of one another
all across our great land
We’re better off if United we stand
By: J.N.R Dutton
At a corner store, built somewhere
around 1959
There’s still a pay phone where
calls once could
be placed for a dime,
it stands beneath a rusted out
metal Coca-Cola sign
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 