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
Miami Bound
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
Ten Past Three
He was standing at that airport gate
She was coming home, but the plane was late
It was supposed to be in
at ten past three
He wondered “Why the delay, where could it be?”
Turns out they’d made a stop, down in Birmingham
It wasn’t scheduled, wasn’t planned
A mechanical problem forced them to land
Took them an hour to get airborne again
By:J.N.R Dutton
Patience & Gentleness
She had a haunted heart
Full of heartbreak and tragedy
by the time he came along,
she was as skeptical
of Love as she could be
but with patience and gentleness
He was bound & determined to make her see
That true Love wasn’t some far fetched fantasy
By:J.N.R Dutton
Passing Time
Old men sitting outside of a mom & pop store
Passing time around a checkerboard
Talking bout all their yesterdays
& knowing they can’t go back anymore
they talk about the plans they made
the twists and turns along the way
that made them who they are today
their triumphs, tragedies, and what they might change
By:J.N.R Dutton
Injustice
If you face real injustice,
I will stand with you for change
but if you’re lying
& crying victimhood
& oppression
That is absolutely not okay
By:J.N.R Dutton
Let Bigotry Rot
To all my sisters & brothers, all around the globe
Let’s all join together and lift our voices up in hope
Say a prayer for one another,
Love with everything you’ve got
Leave the corpse of bigotry to rot
By:J.N.R Dutton
Street Poet
A poet on a street corner spinning his rhymes
To any & all passersby, anyone within earshot
They hear the best of what he’s got
Many they wonder why he’s there
Others they stop to stare
but occasionally he’ll meet someone
who actually cares
About the things he’s got to say
That’s what brings him to that corner
day after day
By:J.N.R Dutton
By The Way
My darkest poetry reflects on dark situations & feelings in my life oftentimes, but should not be thought of as my current situation. I am actually in a really good place overall, just in case anyone cares to know.
Fight For Life
He threw away the razor blades
Threw away the booze
Decided he wanted to live
Even though his heart
was battered & bruised
If he let the darkness swallow him
He knew that wouldn’t be right
So he fought the darkness bravely,
til his soul could see the light
By:J.N.R Dutton
