Earl Jackson Poet Persona

The Joker

In the glare of a stalking spotlight, impulsively he moves 
As his eyes adjust to the mystery of the darkness beyond  
His animated monologue flows with fervent idioms sweet 
As a vintage wine its bouquet smooth and bold, and fraught
With the appreciation of an applauding audience

As his pacing intensifies so do the decibels of infectious
Laughter and for a moment in the solitude of his ebullient 
Soul this escape from his own reality is painless, and his 
Stage is now his only world 

And on the podium of life the melancholy in the verses of 
His poetry and the songs of his heart tell their own 
Profound story, of a man embedded in the fabric of those who 
Accentuated his quest to proliferate the virtue that is love 

As his persona evolved through the episodes of being 
Many knew him but knew him not 
And when the social furor of onerous times beckoned 
This panacea of the distressed responded with a luminous 
Heart the consummate giver that he was 

And when he rode the night the winds told him their stories
The stars guided him with their twinkle and the moon blessed 
Him with love, he was not alone 
The epitome of friendship was at his side as he exposed his 
Soul unclothed his conscience, and returned counsel to his 
Friend 

As I remember him, I feel his presence and tears fill somber
Eyes and memories abound of the age of impulsive energy
Where his unbridled capacity for humor was honed, resulting 
In the hilarious skillful and insightful stand-up routines 
That flowed so effortlessly 

And in the animation of the sprit I see his face and though 
Not a word is uttered and no good byes are said the silence 
Speaks and in the aftermath of a solitary teardrop kissing 
A daunted cheek a smile is born
How I wish we could ride the night one more time again 

But the lights have gone dim, and the audience has applauded
For the final time, and he has left his stage on his way to a 
Command performance in the sky
This Joker this man of many visions now gone with many secrets 
Of the night was my friend 



Earl S. Jackson 
April 2007



Copyright © 2009 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.

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