Pale Poet

A frail, pale poet, on a stage, with a spotlight

shining bright in his eyes, he rhymes of pain,

fellow orphans, fallen friends,

and savage frigid New York nights

where he slept on friends’ couches

or out in their halls

he rhymes of times in his life

that it’s a wonder he survived to tell

about at all

By: J.N.R Dutton

“Hello”-A Love Poem

His voice was full of gravel,

like the years had taken their toll

the funny thing though,

is he wasn’t that old,

he was in love with a gypsy woman

with a heart of gold & eyes black as coal

He stood in her doorway, shaking off bitter

winter cold, then he pulled a ring from

inside his old coat pocket folds

He said he’d “be the happiest man alive”

if he had her forever to hold

She smiled wide and she said “yes”,

her deep dark eyes glowed,

she said “you’ve had me for so long,

almost since the day you said “hello”

By: J.N.R Dutton

Rebecca (Another Poetic Story)

A kind of free verse piece

Rebecca worked in a bookstore in a small town, that’s often how her days were spent. She chose that career as more than just a way to pay for the rent, or gas to get around. She adored books.

She’d say they were some of her truest loves in every sense you could possibly think of.

Anyone who knew her would say she was more than a bit obsessed, some might even think it unhealthy, something needing to be seriously addressed.

She read voraciously, everything from full novels to poetry.

She wanted to be a writer too from an early age.

She felt sometimes that other aspects of life could be mundane, she sometimes felt trapped like a caught animal in a cage, but when she’d write, or when she’d read, or help another avid reader find the books they need that’s when she felt the most free.

By: J.N.R Dutton

Surprises (A short poetic story)

“Find a good woman and settle down” that’s the advice of everybody in town, but John, he’s still busy building his dream from the ground up, says he’s not ready, or looking yet for that kind of Love.

His parents, they worry that he’ll let it slip through his hands, because he’s too distracted with his original plans.

Nonetheless, they know it’s his life to live, they’re just there for him with all the familial Love and advice they can give.

He says “I appreciate your concern, I really do, and I respect your advice and your point of view, thank you for respecting mine too, even though I don’t think like you.”

He continues, “maybe I’ll be ready one day, if the right one comes, I promise not to turn her away…I know not everything can be planned right down to the letter, and sometimes the surprises are even better.”

By: J.N.R Dutton