What’s new, my people?
Thought I’d drop these lines
While it’s on my mind
All is well, I’m doing fine
Lots to do to pass the time
Plenty of inspiration for rhymes
Listening to my friends
sharing their jams online
Really put me in a mood to write
I’ve got more to share,
later,
It’ll post tonight
By:J.N.R Dutton
His writing is deteriorated
He’s even got cramps in his hands
His mind is a little bit frayed
Oh, and to top it off
He can barely stand
He’s been up for days
Everything is a haze
He’s a weary soul looking
for a soft place to land
By:J.N.R Dutton
I will be taking the rest of the week off, doesn’t mean I won’t be writing poetry at all, just that I won’t be posting any poems for the rest of the week. I have never liked pressure (even self imposed) to write, creativity (in it’s truest sense) can’t be forced.
I will keep a notepad or something nearby to jot ideas as they come, and share the results later.
I think the break from posting will be helpful to my process.
The poet starts his day off
with a cold & sugarless brew
While he drinks it he sits & stews
Through the maze of mind
he’s hunting down his muse
Something fresh & explosive to light
His creative fuse
By:J.N.R Dutton
Mindy skated the winters away
since the earliest part of her life
Even though the bitter cold cut like a knife
She still loved watching the snow fall from the sky
while she’d glide on the ice
To her, it was like a Norman Rockwell
masterpiece
So easy on the eyes
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
Lonely old typewriter
sitting in a den
Waiting for someone
to hit it’s keys again
Someone get to writing,
Let the adventure begin
It’s been lonely far too long
& needs taken for a spin
By:J.N.R Dutton
A young poet started sharing his rhymes online
Pouring his heart out one at a time
People always said his talent shined
He had a pretty meteoric rise,
much to his own surprise,
Evidently there were many who connected
With what was on his mind
Which to him was a thrill to find,
He was glad he was touching so many different lives
By:J.N.R Dutton
Whether it’s the feeling of teardrops
frozen to your cheeks
or a deep desperate hunger, like you haven’t
eaten in weeks
Write what you know,
or maybe write what you need
Write about what you love
& what makes your heart bleed,
About hope & desperation
or even the fine line between
Genius & insanity
By:J.N.R Dutton
I am so glad to see this poetry blog still drawing interest. In fact the interest seems to have actually picked up, even though I am STILL not as active here as I planned to be or should.
Anyway, maybe this is just a good month, or maybe it’s the start of an ongoing trend. Either way, I am grateful & thrilled.
