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
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
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
A poet in simple clothes, you could pass him right by
without a second glance, and never think twice
but if he opened his mouth and began reciting rhyme
It’d stop you in your track, time after time
Whether on a street corner, or some place more refined
He’d pour out his soul, line after line
He’d rhyme of sweet Love, and beauty that shines
and so many other things that dance in his mind
By: J.N.R Dutton
I heard a man named John sing a tribute to
One of the greatest men he ever knew,
he was a man of sweet heart and a beautiful soul
he had neither world acclaim, silver or gold,
but what he did have, it can’t be bought
the man had real Love, and that’s a lot
By: J.N.R Dutton
He doesn’t miss the whiskey,
he doesn’t miss the wine
he’s been free of it all 28 years,
going on 29.
The day he laid the bottles down
was one of the best days of his life,
Now he helps others who are where he was,
he’s pointing them all toward the light
By: J.N.R Dutton
Eric, if you were reading this I’d like to say,
I’m a bigger fan now than I was
even just yesterday
The way you tell a story, brother,
it just keeps blowing me away
every time I think I’ve heard your best
you top it & prove me wrong
As long as you keep sharing, man,
I’ll forever sing along
By: J.N.R Dutton
The poet was away for a while,
hadn’t written in some days,
finally getting back to it
put a smile on his face
though the world, it still is crazy,
& there’s still things he can’t control
He’s thankful he’s got
happiness and health
& all is well with his soul
By: J.N.R Dutton
Faith it til you make it,
and afterwards too
Always pursue what is
beautiful,
pure, and true
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 