Sometimes, the things
we’ve said in an attack of anger,
brutal, bitter, black
the things we’d give anything
to take back
They eat at our conscience & heart
like a burning acid bath
By: J.N.R Dutton
Sometimes, the things
we’ve said in an attack of anger,
brutal, bitter, black
the things we’d give anything
to take back
They eat at our conscience & heart
like a burning acid bath
By: J.N.R Dutton
Aaron sat on a mostly empty stage
Just him and an old guitar
He was playing his heart out
for all who would listen
people said he’d be a star
he never cared about
doing anything more
than reaching people
to the depths of their heart
By: J.N.R Dutton
Poetry will always be an obsession
Storytelling & expression
I’m not going to hold back
Honestly, who has time for that?
If it comes to mind I’m writing it down
I won’t wear chains, won’t be bound
Whatever’s laid on my heart
I’ve got to let it out
By: J.N.R Dutton
Simple, beautiful artistry,
that still appeals to me
Nothing too far out or flashy
I don’t need it to be
Just give me a good song
A sweet heartfelt melody
& meaningful, lyrical, poetry
Maybe something w/a story,
With a singer who wants
To pour out their soul to me
By:J.N.R Dutton
Splash your heart, your passion on a page
Forget fads of the moment or what’s all the rage,
To be a slave to those, is to be in a cage
Speak & write from the soul,
That’s what I ask of you,
and never compromise what’s true
By:J.N.R Dutton
Some people can string together a thousand words
of the most beautiful poetry ever heard
but what matters the most to me,
is do they write from the heart
With sincerity?
By:J.N.R Dutton
I heard the music of a songwriter named John today
Whose poetic lyrics were phrased in a perfect way
He’s a throwback to good old days,
not greedy or changing for the latest craze
He sang from the soul, kept it real,
He had that down home country feel
By:J.N.R Dutton
Randy had a golden voice that the whole world came to know
I always loved to hear it come on the radio
When he sang a song it was about both
the heartfelt message & the show
Though his voice was robbed from him,
by a stroke a few years ago
He’s fighting tooth & nail to recover,
even though progress is slow
By:J.N.R Dutton
He never learned or cared much about
the formal rigid rules of poetry
He had more of a “Dead Poets” thing going,
writing from the heart, about his life,
& dreams, letting his mind run wild & free
& occasionally, he hit on a cool rhyme scheme
By: J.N.R Dutton
The “Dead Poets” referenced in this poem is the 1989 film “Dead Poets Society” starring the late great Robin Williams as maverick teacher John Keating
I grew up on Tanya Tucker’s
“Two Sparrows In A Hurricane”
It has a depth few other songs can claim
It’s the song that made me really remember her name
There was so much heart in the way she sang
It’s among my favorites to this day
It’s a real shame songs like that
hardly get radio play
By: J.N.R Dutton