Street Poet

A poet on a street corner spinning his rhymes

To any & all passersby, anyone within earshot

They hear the best of what he’s got

Many they wonder why he’s there

Others they stop to stare

but occasionally he’ll meet someone

who actually cares

About the things he’s got to say

That’s what brings him to that corner

day after day

By:J.N.R Dutton

Taking Off Like A Rocket

His art and rhymes taking off like a rocket

Putting a little scratch in his pocket

He believes greed makes people act the fool

but he will admit green can be a helpful tool

Keeps a roof over his family’s head,

keeps them all fed

buys a cup of coffee & a loaf of bread,

at least he’s not lying homeless, or in a gutter dead

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

Father/Son Fun

My six year old son & I are playing around with rhymes

the ones we’re putting together are so simple sometimes

Mouse, house,cat, hat, stuff like that,

nothing fancy, but that’s alright,

I just love having fun together while I write

I know that his childhood will go by fast

In the blink of an eye, a flash,

but in the here & now, we’re having a blast

By: J.N.R Dutton, in collaboration my son Eli

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Storm

Late one evening in a tiny Georgia town,

lightning was flashing bright & the rain was pouring down

& thunder shook the heavens with an earth shattering sound

Glancing out in the street, there wasn’t a soul there to be found

“Storm of the century” was what the local weather had said

The storm was raging with a fury, that could raise the dead

So everybody hunkered down like frightened children would

If they were hiding from monsters beneath the bed

By: J.N.R Dutton