Sometimes, the poet can
be a grand maestro
w/the pen in his hand
A Leonardo of
lyrics and rhyme,
strike up the band
By: J.N.R Dutton
Sometimes, the poet can
be a grand maestro
w/the pen in his hand
A Leonardo of
lyrics and rhyme,
strike up the band
By: J.N.R Dutton
Watching a Blood red sun through
the side window
Looks beautiful as it’s sinking low
Such a strange hue in it’s evening glow
By: J.N.R Dutton
John, oh, John,
I wish you were still here,
my poet brother
I think I’ve listened to
& studied your work
more than all the others
When you raised your voice to sing
One of the things that most stood out to me
Was your brilliant authenticity,
It was big,beautiful, bold & loud,
& especially inspiring how
your passion moved a crowd
By:J.N.R Dutton
Dear Eric, Buddy,
we should write some poetry
Together, yeah, you & and me
that’d be
Such a thrill, indeed
You write like nobody else I’ve ever seen
Oh, and I just love to hear you sing,
about things like “putting lightning in this thunderbird
Til the metal comes alive“
& how “the rhythm of the road will give
these horses wings to fly,“
The way you think, my poet brother,
the inner workings of your mind
really & truly, are absolutely one of a kind
By:J.N.R Dutton
This is a tribute, to late cowboy poet
Chris Ledoux & if I’m being honest,
it’s a long time overdue,
He’s one of the best all around artists
That this world ever knew
If he were around today,
He’d surely have a few
words of wisdom for me & you
I think he’d tell people,
“be authentic, in everything you do”
By: J.N.R Dutton
God is such an artist
I Love the way
He paints the skies
It’s such a blessing
Waking to a beautiful
new sunrise
By: J.N.R Dutton