Dear readers,
I will be putting this particular blog on a temporary halt/suspension. I appreciate very much those who have read what I’ve shared since it’s inception.
Love sincerely,
J.N.R Dutton ♥️
Tag: poetry
Homemade Peach Ice Cream
He rises early in the morning, eating homemade peach ice cream,
he knows it’s not really breakfast, but it’s delicious as can be,
and the smile on his face shows how it fills his heart with glee
By: J.N.R Dutton
Stand the Test of Time
A carpenter who’s been driving nails all day, tells his son all about the things he makes, despite his exhaustion he keeps a smile on his face as his son sits on his knee, learning with such pure curiosity
The time he knows is precious he wants to impart everything he can, before his hour glass runs out of sand
His son looks at the callouses on his hands, he’s learning more than a trade, like how to be a man, and provide for a family the best he can, those are lessons that will stand the test of time
By: J.N.R Dutton
Untitled
There’s an old greasy Harley
up on blocks in the driveway
Left there by an old man who doesn’t ride anymore
Years ago when he was young he would have given anyone who challenged him to a race a run for their money
but these days he’s just so broken down that it’s not funny
When people ask about it, he just looks up with a grin, says “I’ve had my time in the sun, those days now are done, and that Harley’s even more broken down than me”
By: J.N.R Dutton
Impossible To Miss
Imagine a pitch black room,
Dark as a tomb and then
suddenly a door springs open
Letting beautiful light in so people
can see again…
The lesson is this
The light at times comes glaring brightest through the darkness, impossible to miss
By: J.N.R Dutton
Hold On
For many, these are desperate days, they struggle to feed their families and have so many bills to pay, but I’ve got to say, simply
Hold on.
Hold on and you’ll see, that though some seasons aren’t the best, and though it seems this world’s a mess, there is hope
Hold on firmly and don’t give up, help each other in kindness and Love
I don’t feel I can ever say that enough
By: J.N.R Dutton
I Want To See Your Dreams
“Cook up” something fresh if you please, express yourself in sweet artistry, whatever tools you use matters not to me, I just want to see your dreams
By: J.N.R Dutton
Childlike Faith
Heard a couple songs today, they hit me so hard, such powerful lyrics they got right straight to my heart
One in particular, was about a little boy asking a preacher if heaven’s real, and about him hitting his knees to pray with such fervent zeal
Childlike faith, such a precious thing, we could use a little more of that these days
By: J.N.R Dutton
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Tommy’s been to London, Tommy’s been to France, he’s been through fire and rain and taken crazy chances
He lived to tell his story, and he’s touched so many lives, with all the things that he’s been through he’s just thankful he’s alive
He doesn’t take a second of his life for granted
He knows all too well it can all end in a second
He’s lost good friends that he held dear who it seemed were in the prime of their years, but he lives with courage, not with fear
Makes the best of things while he’s here
By: J.N.R Dutton
Warmth (of Human Kindness)
One brutally cold evening, a man sought shelter from a storm, he stumbled to a cabin with a fire raging safe and warm
The owner was there to greet him, said “Son come on in, what were you doing out there in that bitter Winter wind?”
He said “I was out running errands and somehow I lost my way, thank you for letting me stay here, I think I’ll be okay”
The cabin owner smiled, said “it’s been a while anyway, since I’ve had visitors, so I’m glad for the company ” as he cooked a burger for the man, and they sat down to feast.
By: J.N.R Dutton
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