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A Tribute to My friend Ken who just passed away.




I first became acquainted with Ken many years ago at an arts and craft show in Muskegon, Michigan.  We were exhibitors and our booths were next to each other.  We became friends. One year while at this same show, I was sitting behind my booth doing some writing.  I observed Ken interacting with some children.  I watched them for some time and the contradiction of Ken, the man with the rough biker image and Ken, the kind, gentle soul who communicates so well with young children, caused me to stop writing my book and write this free verse poem. I later gave it to him.

He recently died from a massive heart attack (while cutting his elderly Aunt's grass for her) and I was told, the day before his funeral, by his wife and also by his best friend since childhood,  that he loved the poem.  She ask that I would read it at his funeral. I was honored to do that.

Here is that poem.

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A study in contradiction,
he’s wearing a black Harley wife beater,
exposing huge tattooed covered arms.
His long gray Santa like beard appears unruly
as does his hair,
held in place with a
faded red, white and blue,
"Old Glory" rag headband
tied in back, leaving long ends
that dance with his ponytail.

Faded, torn and tattered blue jeans
sport a long chain attached to his wallet
in his hip pocket.

He is indeed an intimidating figure.

However,------

Mirrored wrap-around shades hide his kind eyes.

Talking and laughing,
he sits on a stool,
personalizing little wooden bug boxes,
that he makes for little
wide-eyed kids who are patiently standing in line,

waiting------

so they may get to talk to
the “Biker Santa.”




All rights reserved, © Richard Griffes
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Author notes

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The subject of this poem, my friend Ken, just passed away on April 26, 2009. I know he is in Heaven.
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Comments

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  • Wow. This was amazing. I enjoyed reading this. It was moving and just awsome. Thank you for entering and best of luck too you in the contest!


  • aiyana gold member
    October 7
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    I wonder how many times his wife takes this out to read..


  • Antebellum
    July 19
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    awe so sweet.
    a wonderful dedication.
    thanks for entering
    good luck.

  • This is so sweet and touching. It really is a wonderful tribute to your friend and I am so sorry for your loss.


  • Gormanda
    April 21

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    Ken completely comes to life for the reader. This is a wonderful and unexpected take on the prompt. Your work really should be applauded- this is simple yet heart-breakingly honest. Thank you so much for entering my contest!


  • Polaja Greeters member
    December 16, 2008

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    Thank you for entering my contest with this poem this made me smile - I know people like the man described here - and you have captured his essence in a lovely way

    Keep writing

    Polly


  • catz Moderators member
    November 6, 2008

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    I could feel the gentleness in this old biker, see th image he pertrayed. You described him perfectly, Richard
    The last part about him making little wooden boxes for the kids, it's a wonderful tribute to this man

    Great poem


    Dee


  • samantha jean
    November 5, 2008
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    Very descriptive. I had a clear picure of the man you were describing.
    Good write.

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