I’m not thrilled with many these days
a lot of them are hacks,
that may hurt some feelings
but I’m just laying out the facts
Many may make promises
but rarely do they keep them
I’m writing of politicians,
It’s so hard to believe them
Don’t get on my screens,
and lie morning, noon, & evening
Doesn’t your conscience bother you,
when you go around deceiving?
By: J.N.R Dutton
I hadn’t been to your pages in a while,
but I love your skill
& talent still
When I read what you had written,
I couldn’t help but smile
Some of what you write is serious,
others I know is just for laughs
but whatever I read from you,
I know it never will be trash
By: J.N.R Dutton
He remembers how when he was a younger man,
he’d had a heart of stone, he did all that he could
to keep people at arm’s length,
he thought letting them in
just wasn’t worth it, the price that he would pay
if in the end, they never stayed anyway
but then one day, real love it came,
in fact, it wouldn’t leave him alone
It changed him & it healed him
when it made his heart it’s home
By: J.N.R Dutton
It’s a keepsake from old man Jack
a flannel shirt, blue & black
button down w/small pearl snaps
great for any occasion, that’s a fact
designed for any weather, good or bad,
It fits well, it’s not too snug
When I wear it, it’s like
a comfortable hug
By: J.N.R Dutton
A man awakens, sweating in his bed,
thinking of a burning lava river flowing,
running deep & orange-red
that’s what he sees in
the nightmare vision in his head
By: J.N.R Dutton
This is the story of a brilliant young man
His talent was real,
and his dreams were grand
He knew tech as well as the back of his hand
as soon as he could he went to the tech promised land
Times were tough, the struggle was real
but now he’s among the most successful in the field
By: J.N.R Dutton
For too long, he’d let himself slide
slacked off on his exercise
but recently he’s started
to get back in the swing
of things
His muscles ached and screamed,
but he knows he’s alive
by the brutal but beautiful burn
that he feels inside
He’s got energy like he did
as a kid,
he thought that was long gone
like a lost friend
but he’s glad to have it again
By: J.N.R Dutton
A frail, pale poet, on a stage, with a spotlight
shining bright in his eyes, he rhymes of pain,
fellow orphans, fallen friends,
and savage frigid New York nights
where he slept on friends’ couches
or out in their halls
he rhymes of times in his life
that it’s a wonder he survived to tell
about at all
By: J.N.R Dutton
His voice was full of gravel,
like the years had taken their toll
the funny thing though,
is he wasn’t that old,
he was in love with a gypsy woman
with a heart of gold & eyes black as coal
He stood in her doorway, shaking off bitter
winter cold, then he pulled a ring from
inside his old coat pocket folds
He said he’d “be the happiest man alive”
if he had her forever to hold
She smiled wide and she said “yes”,
her deep dark eyes glowed,
she said “you’ve had me for so long,
almost since the day you said “hello”
By: J.N.R Dutton
She’ll say she’s “25 and holdin'”
if anybody asks her age
she’s got a heart that’s golden,
that nothing can erase
or take away
She’s always looking to brighten
someone else’s day
She’s always got a shimmering
smile on her face
she believes that living Love
can heal the deepest abyss of pain
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 