A great Houston poet loves singing the blues
remembers playing in Texas mud
without any shoes
getting that grit up between his toes
& paying merely pocket change for a picture show
He says “Man oh, Man, that was so
many, many years ago”
& his face lights up in the brightest glow
By: J.N.R Dutton
No matter how long you’ve traveled in the wrong direction
You can always turn around & make a course correction
We’ve all been down some broken roads
at some point in our lives
but if the Lord woke you this morning,
thank Him, and trust in His plan
& remember it’s a gift to be alive
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
Speak your mind
while you’ve got time
Say what you need to say
Tomorrow is not promised
Don’t hold back today
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
“If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em”
Is what many like to say,
but I’d advise against it,
if they’re headed the wrong way
By: J.N.R Dutton
Julie ran into Jack today,
outside a small cafe
long ago she’d moved away,
something they’d both hated
but now she was back again
There was a time,
they both remembered when
they were inseparable,
the best of friends
As they looked into each others faces
there were things there time can’t erase
Like the bright shining light of Love
that never faded
By: J.N.R Dutton
Marshall grew up hard and he grew up quick
his mind and tongue were sharp
and his skin was thick
he poured all his hardships into rhyme
working hard for a better life all the time
By: J.N.R Dutton
She cries her tears in secret each night
thinking back on another time
when she was one of
the greatest joys of his life
she’s at a loss now, so confused
these days their lives seem so out of tune
with each other….and she’s gotten
to thinking, about what she’d do,
what she’d give
to light up his world like that again
like she did back then
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
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 