Stevie was born, 1974,
in a cottage on Copperhead road
In late December before their final snow
that year
His daddy still remembers it so clear
The sparkle in his eye &
the sweet baby smile on his face
and a father’s heart swelling with pride
and oh how Stevie’s mama cried such happy tears
as she held him in a warm embrace
By: J.N.R Dutton
Dear Travis,
Everything I read from you,
it sets my heart to racing
You spill your soul on to the pages
everything that you’re feeling
or facing, know this brother,
to all your words, I’m deeply relating
I know that I can always find
some of the best inspiration
When I read what comes from your pen
By: J.N.R Dutton
Hello everyone who still follows this blog, I realize it’s been a bit since I’ve shared new poetry here, but I will soon again. I have quite a few ideas rolling round in my mind, just need to flesh them out.
Joshua-He’s a poet from the heart of Texas
he writes as if he’s just speaking plainly
he doesn’t try to impress anybody
with anything fancy
he just lets what’s on his heart flow free
he believes that’s the best way to be
By: J.N.R Dutton
The poet sits to write another line
Endless thoughts flood his mind
he just lets them waltz right in
it’s not a question then of inspiration
he’s got plenty of that
He just wonders where exactly to begin
By: J.N.R Dutton
I hadn’t been to your pages in a while,
but I love your skill
& talent still
When I read what you had written,
I couldn’t help but smile
Some of what you write is serious,
others I know is just for laughs
but whatever I read from you,
I know it never will be trash
By: J.N.R Dutton
A frail, pale poet, on a stage, with a spotlight
shining bright in his eyes, he rhymes of pain,
fellow orphans, fallen friends,
and savage frigid New York nights
where he slept on friends’ couches
or out in their halls
he rhymes of times in his life
that it’s a wonder he survived to tell
about at all
By: J.N.R Dutton
The poet’s still got it, the passion, the zeal
Still loves the way writing and rhyming makes him feel
He knows that passion, it never will fade
Even long after he’s wrinkled and gray
The only way he’ll ever stop is when he drops
on his dying day
By: J.N.R Dutton
Julie ran into Jack today,
outside a small cafe
long ago she’d moved away,
something they’d both hated
but now she was back again
There was a time,
they both remembered when
they were inseparable,
the best of friends
As they looked into each others faces
there were things there time can’t erase
Like the bright shining light of Love
that never faded
By: J.N.R Dutton
Eric, if you were reading this I’d like to say,
I’m a bigger fan now than I was
even just yesterday
The way you tell a story, brother,
it just keeps blowing me away
every time I think I’ve heard your best
you top it & prove me wrong
As long as you keep sharing, man,
I’ll forever sing along
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 