Jamie was walking home one night alone in the dark
he looked like an easy mark to some thug w/a blade
in Riverside park, but the thug soon found out
he was gravely mistaken…
When Jamie fought back the thug couldn’t take him
When it was all over the thug walked away shaking
The thug life is one error he won’t be making again
since Jamie taught him a lesson
By: J.N.R Dutton
Sometimes I read things written w/literally no coherency
Passed off as poetry, it’s always irritated me
There should be at least some sanity
In the words put to the page
I understand not every poem will rhyme
Sometimes even mine don’t,
but there should still be some kind
of stable flow, these days though
it seems like some people
try to pawn off disorganized
schizophrenic thoughts as art
I can’t pander to it, I won’t
By: J.N.R Dutton
I believe music ought to
speak to the very depths of you
That’s one reason why
I am forever a fan of the blues
With it’s rhythms & rhymes
and hard luck stories and truths
©J.N.R Dutton,2020
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 