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Monday, 6 March 2017

A Man Amongst Mice

A eulogy written like an elegy!

I knew a manly warrior who was a vision of excellence, and when you walked into a room, his character demanded acknowledgement of respect in all its praiseworthiness. Jimmy was a hard man amongst thieves, and his intimidating influence defended many a friend against worthy foes, with little regard for his own safety, as he had the confidence of a lion, and the heart of a gladiator, and would pull them up to 'put up' and 'shut up'!

When he demanded attention, usually hostile men fell to  his prowess, later to be picked up off the floor, a score to lead to the goal of being respected, and not neglected in negative behaviour! Yes, Jimmy was a knockout merchant among a community who paid care to his snare of a glare, which could chance him to hurt you?

All who knew Jimmy were in awe at his magnificence, as he was truly a sight to behold, and his masculinity reaped femininity, as he always had a pretty girl on his arm, particularly Suey, his long term partner. I admired him, and was in awe of his structure, as he was manly in proportion, as in being stocky and broad, and his mouth could be a sword, as in cutting an opponent to bits, with his whit and grit of giving out shit!

He drank and sank drink to the brink, and his voice could sometimes boom to fill a bar-room with fear to adhere to, but also a cheer to warm to, as Jimmy's follies and laughter while under the spell of drink, could lead you to think, what a great entertainer he is, and we would listen intently in what he would be trying to relate, which would sate our appetite of  his showmanship, companionship, to which we would appreciate, and which is ingrained in many of our memories of him.

He settled with a beauty of face from humane race with a grace to nurture his nature. Suey loved him immeasurably and produced two offspring to sing his praises with phrases admirable to mention, such as what a great dad we had, one of the lads!

But at times in their past Jimmy and Suey fell to being unwell in a knell of drug taking hell! Yes, he drank and took drugs to the brink, and she did sink to depths of despair from the glare of time and wear to flare to go away care, as they split up for a long duration. Suey conquered her predicament, and became an inspiration among women, caring for the needs of her children.

Suey arose a smile worthwhile from a pile of shit that was the pit of negativity from a drug taking community! She persevered unheard, but with a wise word in your ear of sincere sentiments of Jimmy, as she could have you adhere to her phrases so dear, to repent in scorn, and look back, and listen to a track, that he could harmoniously sing in tune to his strumming guitar - a rock star!

Jimmy went to prison a lonely man, and found a voice from choice lyrics, leaving his listeners with appreciation for his devotion to their supplication of him singing, and as a delegation, they can extend the appreciation with this mention, as many do when I see them! He generated a sensation of interest, which did manifest in him making a CD, one of popularity. During their segregation, deprivation, and separation from their loved ones, Jimmy could play a soothing tune to heal some of their 'doom and gloom' mentality, sometimes a grave reality, that Jimmy could see, and then offer some tranquillity, as in he, his guitar, and his husky, rugged voice that could sometimes give you goosebumps!

Jimmy came out a better man with will and can, and went to work singing for a living, which is inspiring, as he was captivating while performing! A throng of people would sing along to his songs, and he would shake his feet to the beat, and move with a groove of being at ease - a breeze for him! He didn't think rationally of his sanity, by not reasoning his mentality. But he still drank, and sank to depths of despair, and he drank to the brink, that became his mortal lair!

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 06/03/2017

This is eulogy I wrote of a man I humbly respected. I used to look at him with admiration, and then with a deep sadness of his loss of gladness, and he became a bad junkie, a sorry sight to his former-self. But he came back and sang beautifully, but drank heavily, which eventually felled him. A sorry loss indeed. I loved you as a mate, Jimmy, you were a respectful villain among mice acting like men.

I must add that I grew up on a council estate, and socialised with the local kids, whom a lot were thieves! I am not a thief myself, I have a strong morality to be Christianly to people.

I wrote this years ago, just never posted it.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

10 comments:

  1. Andrew, This is so beautiful and yet so very sad. Sorry about the loss f your friend. Blessings, xoxo, Susie
    p.s. I read some of your previous post also.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words. Jimmy could be a gentleman, and he stopped a bully picking on me one time, to which I was eternally grateful. Thank you for reading my other posts, I do post my old favourites sometimes, but I haven't been posting for three years, so have a back log of poems to post, mostly on my now ex girlfriend! Ah well! Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  2. Your prose reads like a poem.

    It reminds me of the poems I used to listen to in the '60s, when I was in college. At a local coffee house, poets would take turns at an open mike to recite their works, and to show our appreciation, we would tap our spoons on our coffee cups. Sounds strange now, but we heard some cutting-edge poetry.

    Your tribute is heartfelt and well-written. Good job!

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    1. Thank you very much. I'm glad it brought back some fond memories for you! Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  3. Your writing is marvelous. I like the way you can paint a picture with words.

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    1. Thank you for thinking so, I do try my best! Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  4. Beautifully and creatively written tribute!

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    1. Thank you very much. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  5. I'm glad you decided to post this today. You truly have a gift!

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    1. Thank you so much for thinking so. I used to go to the local pub at weekends, where all the villains hung-out. I wasn't one myself, I knuckled down to studying; I just drank there, socialising and playing pool. I have some fond memories greatly cherished! Most in the pub were working class, grafting for a living - some good friends and associates!

      Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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