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
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.
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
“Find a good woman and settle down” that’s the advice of everybody in town, but John, he’s still busy building his dream from the ground up, says he’s not ready, or looking yet for that kind of Love.
His parents, they worry that he’ll let it slip through his hands, because he’s too distracted with his original plans.
Nonetheless, they know it’s his life to live, they’re just there for him with all the familial Love and advice they can give.
He says “I appreciate your concern, I really do, and I respect your advice and your point of view, thank you for respecting mine too, even though I don’t think like you.”
He continues, “maybe I’ll be ready one day, if the right one comes, I promise not to turn her away…I know not everything can be planned right down to the letter, and sometimes the surprises are even better.”
By: J.N.R Dutton
I am contemplating something, possibly retiring this blog. I haven’t made a final decision, but just been really on my mind lately, even though I still love writing. I never want to feel like I’m forcing creativity, I have mentioned that before. I don’t want to be excessively repetitive either.
Awaken the muses in your mind,
forget your blues,
the day’s difficulties,
for a time,
share with us a new thing,
let your art loose,
let your heart & passion sing
& shine
By: J.N.R Dutton
No poet wants to be a writer of shallow rhymes
or wants to waste theirs or their readers time
It doesn’t matter how great of a gift you have
if you don’t use it wise(ly)
If you squander what you’re given
then you end up like a
kerosene lamp that’s empty
Useless to anybody
By: J.N.R Dutton
Poetry will always be an obsession
Storytelling & expression
I’m not going to hold back
Honestly, who has time for that?
If it comes to mind I’m writing it down
I won’t wear chains, won’t be bound
Whatever’s laid on my heart
I’ve got to let it out
By: J.N.R Dutton
Successfully got my ISP switched over, glad to be back you all!
I hope life’s been treating you all well
I’d love to gather w/my readers
& sit for a spell, just chilling out
Listening to any stories you may
have to tell
As for me, I got a new book of poetry
for my anniversary, it’s a pretty neat read
You’d know the poet if I wrote his name
His work’s been around for ages
It can be pretty inspiring
Watching a fellow poet bleed their feelings out
onto reams & reams of pages
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 