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
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
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
“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
Awaken the muses in your mind,
forget your blues,
the day’s difficulties,
for a time,
share with us a new thing,
let your art loose,
let your heart & passion sing
& shine
By: J.N.R Dutton
Some days I read people’s stories,
and I get swept up & away
In the thoughts & emotions
Like the waves on the ocean
and think to myself “I so can relate”
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
The poet wants to dream dreams,
and to share with others
what such things bring
To write with zeal that’s always
fresh as spring
By: J.N.R Dutton
This is a “word portrait”,
is the best way I can describe it,
Envision in your mind,
A wolf with snow white fur
& flaming red orange eyes,
shining so bright
Stalking, walking,
along a river side
in the dead of night
By:J.N.R Dutton
When wolves come baying,
howling at the door
soldiers they prepare for war
By:J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 