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.
Tag: writing
A Poet Named Joshua
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
Where To Begin- alt. Title: The Opposite of Writer’s Block
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
For A Great Fellow Poet
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
Pale Poet
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
Still Got It
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 & Jack
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
Dear Eric (Revisited)
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
Thank You All
Dear all, thank you for continuing to take time out of your day to grace this blog with your presence. Keeping it open & active is something I definitely don’t regret.
Unfortunately, with that said, I will be away from this blog for a very BRIEF period, due to circumstances and necessary obligations that can’t really be helped. No need for anyone to get worked up, I and my family are doing well overall.
I will be back around 1st of November at the latest.
Rebecca (Another Poetic Story)
A kind of free verse piece
Rebecca worked in a bookstore in a small town, that’s often how her days were spent. She chose that career as more than just a way to pay for the rent, or gas to get around. She adored books.
She’d say they were some of her truest loves in every sense you could possibly think of.
Anyone who knew her would say she was more than a bit obsessed, some might even think it unhealthy, something needing to be seriously addressed.
She read voraciously, everything from full novels to poetry.
She wanted to be a writer too from an early age.
She felt sometimes that other aspects of life could be mundane, she sometimes felt trapped like a caught animal in a cage, but when she’d write, or when she’d read, or help another avid reader find the books they need that’s when she felt the most free.
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 