His guitar was gathering dust
In the corner by the wall
He wanted to play again,
because hey, it’d been too long
So he picked it up
and strummed a few chords
He could tell it needed a little tuned
but even so to him
there was nothing better
than hearing music fill the room
By:J.N.R Dutton
I want to take a momentary break from posting poetry to tell you all about one of the things that inspires me to continue to write it. When I was a High School Sophomore, there was a certain friend of mine who said to me one day after reading some of my poetry “You really have a gift, pursue it” or something to that effect.
That stoked the fire I already had in my heart for it. I am forever grateful for the encouragement, and will continue to write poetry for as long as I am able.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a famous artist
or some back porch poet
If you’ve got something worthwhile to say,
Let somebody know it
When opportunity knocks don’t blow it
You never know when inspiration will hit
When it does, just go with it
By: J.N.R Dutton
The more I grew
the more I realized
I’d rather hear harsh truth
than gentle lies
Truth ultimately
sets captives free
and helps those in darkness
to see light
By:J.N.R Dutton
It’s really hard to believe
How quickly time flies
It really does feel like
It all happens in
the blink of an eye
One day you’re young,
three, four, five
Then you’ll look up
and be shocked
when you’re eighty five
Make sure you don’t
waste your time
Live your fullest life
That’s sincerely my best advice
By: J.N.R Dutton
Stevie Ray was a guitar player
He played wild raw Texas blues
He poured his heart & soul into it
Spent years paying his dues
They say he played like a man on fire
& if you saw him, you know it’s true
His music seemed to flow so naturally
He played in ways no one else could do
Just when his star shined the brightest though
He was gone way too soon
By:J.N.R Dutton
Ever since I was in my teens
I adored everything about poetry
I even wrote it when I was told
I should have been doing other things
There is a passion for it
Forever in my soul
A fervent desire
It burns white hot
Like raging fire
By: J.N.R Dutton
When you’ve had about all you can take
When you’re feeling your heart break
Crying isn’t weak
There are things that cut so deep
They leave an indelible hole
I’ve often heard it said
that tears are the blood of the soul
J.N.R Dutton
Writing poetry is something
That often comes easy to me
Whether just telling a story
or pouring out my deeply held feelings
Even if sometimes those feelings
can be heavy, dark & frightening
When I write, I often feel my burdens
lightening
You see, it’s a form of therapy
and whatever I’m facing
I know there are people
who can relate to me
By: J.N.R Dutton
I just wanted to say thank you
To a man that I owe
a debt of gratitude
He reminds me of something
that I’ve often found to be true
He said tough times don’t last,
tough people do
By:J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 