Elegy Birthday Poems | Elegy Poems About Birthday
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Chucko Is Dead
It was on Columbus Day, 1962
When Chucko the Birthday Clown
Sang in tones most glorious and free.
“I’m Chucko, I’m Chucko
I’m Chucko the Birthday Clown!”
I was comfortably ensconced on the couch.
A feigning 10 year old with a pseudo fever,
Sister Mary Daniel was probably making the sign of the cross,
Up the street at St. Mary’s,
When Chucko the Birthday Clown
Stared into the camera and saw me,
Just a freckled punk kid;
Hater of sadistic nuns and boring dry lessons
Of crowded sweaty stinky catholic classrooms
With crucifixes of a dead bloody Jesus.
And the sweet salvation of the universe was not yet apparent.
But Chucko knew all about that.
He knew the future and the past.
He knew about Kennedy and Kent State
He knew what was coming so imminently,
He looked into that camera at Channel 7
And saw the children of the 50’s
Coming home in body bags from
The jungles of hell,
From the other side of the world,
From the bloody backside
Where all things are vile and evil.
He saw fear, and an ocean of tears.
He saw ten thousand sunsets
And 50 thousand funerals of the crazy brave.
Even in 1962
When the country was still a damn good country,
He rode the highways and byways with a pockmarked grin.
But he knew he could never tell of what was coming,
Of the madness and corruption and the greed,
“I’m Chucko, I’m Chucko,
I’m Chucko the birthday clown!”
Mother! Please! Take my hand.
Chucko the Birthday Clown is dead.
It was just a day, and
I felt, I was snowing
In the great lagoon of fear and fantasy,
I publish my words...
They would represent
Me, beyond the measure of life;
And, into the cavity of truth --
Where my pulse ticks clocking.
wE ARE ALL 1
jESUS IS NO FAKE
Heaven and earth
" I AM "
the god poet
for my dear friend
June 17 2015
Another year gone by,
time certainly does fly.
Hoping that it would be another year together,
instead dwelling on fears of loosing you forever.
Today is my birthday, a joyous occasion,
but instead I mourn in silence, living in damnation.
Is this to be the norm forever?
Wishing day by day things will get better.
I dream of this day being at the boardwalk with you
and our daughter,
but instead today I will be alone, the fear of any
mother or father.
Today is my birthday, and there will be a tomorrow,
but for now I must live it in sorrow.
I saw him on that last Sunday
I gave him a hug and a kiss
I told him he works to hard
and on Sunday's of him I did miss
he told me today was his birthday
I told him that was wrong
for not giving the church congregation
a chance to sing him a birthday song
as we're standing near the pulpit
I turned to the remaining crowd
I said, "today is Darryl's birthday "
in a voice clear and loud
so we gathered together
and we all started to sing
the birthday song to let Darryl know
to us what he means
we said we love you and
we wish you all the best
as a fellow child of God
we know that you are blessed
I was unaware that that would be the very last time
that I would see my dear friend Darryl Baskins alive
but I'm glad I got that chance to give him
my last hug and my last kiss
because he was my dear friend
and of him I will truly miss