Triple Diamonds
When Chucky was alive, we had such a great time.
Gambling at all the casinos by the MN lakes,
Chucky bet five dollar machines, never high stakes.
At the Grand Casino Chucky was losing so I gave him my chair,
on that machine I prayed and I prayed,
for double diamonds, now I wish I would of stayed.
Seconds later the machine did spit out,
all bright colors and noise really loud
making everyone in their chairs turn about.
I sat on that chair while Chucky left to see,
see the casino’s 'cash pay out' employee.
That’s where he would get his big chunk of change,
getting it from the place that looks like a cage.
Now I wanted to take the next bus home,
and just leave Chucky all alone.
For he did say “Hey, it all goes in one pot”,
well I stayed I won more than alot.
I won back more money than Chucky won before,
but I wished it was all in one big fat score.
Now, that is my Grand Casino Story,
with all of it’s sadness and it’s glory.
Written on Feb.12,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Triple Diamonds
When Chucky was alive, we had such a great time.
Gambling at all the casinos by the MN lakes,
Chucky bet five dollar machines, never high stakes.
At the Grand Casino Chucky was losing so I gave him my chair,
on that machine I prayed and I prayed,
for double diamonds, now I wish I would of stayed.
Seconds later the machine did spit out,
all bright colors and noise really loud
making everyone in their chairs turn about.
I sat on that chair while Chucky left to see,
see the casino’s 'cash pay out' employee.
That’s where he would get his big chunk of change,
getting it from the place that looks like a cage.
Now I wanted to take the next bus home,
and just leave Chucky all alone.
For he did say “Hey, it all goes in one pot”,
well I stayed I won more than alot.
I won back more money than Chucky won before,
but I wished it was all in one big fat score.
Now, that is my Grand Casino Story,
with all of it’s sadness and it’s glory.
Written on Feb.12,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Cigarette Girl
“Cigarettes, cigarillo, cigars, ” I did say,
as cigarette smoke came my way,
Choking on the smoke from it’s tar,
I only liked the smell of the cigar.
I was a cigarette girl in the casino Mystic Lake,
I got a big tip in high stakes.
It was a $20.00 coin of red,
I had to cash it in before I left.
One day I met the piano man,
He introduced me to Chucky
a generous soul with a helping hand.
Chucky painted my props for my show,
He painted World War II planes a long time ago.
We gambled at this casino all summer long,
I would ride in his car listening to Frankie’s songs.
Cigarette girl job had to end,
I will always remember Chucky my dear old friend.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 22,2011
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Cigarette Girl
"Cigarettes, cigarillo, cigars, " I did say,
as cigarette smoke came my way,
Choking on the smoke from it's tar,
I only liked the smell of the cigar.
I was a cigarette girl in the casino Mystic Lake,
I got a big tip in high stakes.
It was a $20.00 coin of red,
I had to cash it in before I left.
One day I met the piano man,
He introduced me to Chucky
a generous soul with a helping hand.
Chucky painted my props for my show,
He painted World War II planes a long time ago.
We gambled at this casino all summer long,
I would ride in his car listening to Frankie's songs.
Cigarette girl job had to end,
I will always remember Chucky my dear old friend.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 22,2011
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Bing’s Clambake Golf Trophy
Precious gift that held Bourbon Whiskey for Bing,
'White Christmas' at Christmastime he did sing.
This gift is a “1972” trophy for golf,
I protect it in case it does get lost.
See when Chucky was alive,
he hung out with Bing
and they did all sorts of things.
Like boxing, going to the pool hall,
this was always in the city of St. Paul.
See Bing went into incognito,
never dressing up in a tuxedo,
but drinking he never did ditto.
See Chucky stopped drinking but Bing did not,
He said “Chucky, I’m going to drink every last shot”.
Including the Whiskey Bourbon made in Clermont Kentucky,
in the 31st Clambake Trophy I got from dear friend Chucky.
Since Chucky is gone the trophy has moved on,
to many places like my friend's Minneapolis condo.
I had it retrieved when a friend used a duplicate key,
to get it back in my possession for me.
Then Clambake Trophy I did lend,
to another longtime friend,
staying on a refrigerator in Wisc “cheeseland”,
Now I finally have Trophy back again,
reminding me of Bing and Chucky our friend.
Written on Feb.13,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Janet Waking
Beautifully Janet slept
Till it was deeply morning. She woke then
And thought about her dainty-feathered hen,
To see how it had kept.
One kiss she gave her mother,
Only a small one gave she to her daddy
Who would have kissed each curl of his shining baby;
No kiss at all for her brother.
“Old Chucky, Old Chucky!” she cried,
Running on little pink feet upon the grass
To Chucky’s house, and listening. But alas,
Her Chucky had died.
It was a transmogrifying bee
Came droning down on Chucky’s old bald head
And sat and put the poison. It scarcely bled,
But how exceedingly
And purply did the knot
Swell with the venom and communicate
Its rigour! Now the poor comb stood up straight
But Chucky did not.
So there was Janet
Kneeling on the wet grass, crying her brown hen
(Translated far beyond the daughters of men)
To rise and walk upon it.
And weeping fast as she had breath
Janet implored us, “Wake her from her sleep!”
And would not be instructed in how deep
Was the forgetful kingdom of death.
poem by John Crowe Ransom
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Love Of Flying
Houston Texas I was there,
when war planes flew in the air.
Yes, an air show with fighter jets,
flying through the air on many bets.
Making it safely to the ground,
pilots landing with no frowns.
Taking photos with pilots
who flew,
Chucky posed smiling gracefully too.
Chucky at 75,
learned to fly.
Yes, he would leave a message
saying he was in the air,
flying over Krendoll island without a care.
How I wish he was still here,
like Jean for they both share.
The love of flying now Everywhere.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.9,2011
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Love of Flying
Houston Texas I was there,
when war planes flew in the air.
Yes, an air show with fighter jets,
flying through the air on many bets.
Making it safely to the ground,
pilots landing with no frowns.
Taking photos with pilots
who flew,
Chucky posed smiling gracefully too.
Chucky at 75,
learned to fly.
Yes, he would leave a message
saying he was in the air,
flying over Krendoll island without a care.
How I wish he was still here,
like Jean for they both share.
The love of flying now Everywhere.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.9,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Summer Of 95
Suntanned face with chiseled nose,
lanky body with skin aglow.
Little did I know,
We become fast friends on the go.
Yes, dancing, drinking till 2 am.
We became the best of friends.
That was the summer of 95,
We both turned 29.
On your birthday you rented a limousine,
Cruising down downtown Minneapolis making a scene.
This was the summer I worked at the casino
making alot of doe.
Chucky was also alive in summer of 95.
Now I digress and do confess,
This was a fun summer I do like best,
You even said I’m not like the rest…
that I’m not like I’m from the Midwest.
Maybe I’m more like a Jersey girl,
just need some more curly curls.
Thank you my Brazilian friend
we had fun up till the end.
Thansk for the memories
your secrets are safe with me.
Written on Feb.7,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Hollywood 1996
1996 was the year I was with Chucky so dear.
In L.A. watching Independence Day flick, which is like every other shtick.
It was the year Margaux Hemmingway committed suicide,
it was from depression she could not hide.
I also ate at the famous restaurant Spago’s in Beverly Hills,
close to Wilshire Boulevard and it was a thrill.
I walked in wearing a short pink jump suite,
customers turned around because I was hot and cute.
Chucky was there with me without a care, he knew all of them stopped to stare.
Everyone was dressed in suites with a tie, they all looked the same, I don’t know why.
Then movie Star’s mansions we traveled to see, it was really fun taking pictures for vacation memories.
I also took workshops on filmmaking in the day, it was very interesting I have to say.
I saw Angelica Houston for the first time, I wrote a poem about her that really did rhyme.
I also bought a postcard for a movie starring Marilyn Monroe,
it was the movie Niagara where she became a star from this show.
Then at night we went to The Comedy Store,
Richard Pryor performed in a wheelchair his comedy routine,
He talked very dirty for his act was not very clean.
Now I will always remember this trip for it is etched in my mind,
Thank you Chucky for showing me a really good time.
Written on August 9,2011 by Suzae Chevalier
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Hollywood 1996
1996 was the year I was with Chucky so dear.
In L.A. watching Independence Day flick, which is like every other shtick.
It was the year Margaux Hemmingway committed suicide,
it was from depression she could not hide.
I also ate at the famous restaurant Spago's in Beverly Hills,
close to Wilshire Boulevard and it was a thrill.
I walked in wearing a short pink jump suite,
customers turned around because I was hot and cute.
Chucky was there with me without a care, he knew all of them stopped to stare.
Everyone was dressed in suites with a tie, they all looked the same, I don't know why.
Then movie Star's mansions we traveled to see, it was really fun taking pictures for vacation memories.
I also took workshops on filmmaking in the day, it was very interesting I have to say.
I saw Angelica Houston for the first time, I wrote a poem about her that really did rhyme.
I also bought a postcard for a movie starring Marilyn Monroe,
it was the movie Niagara where she became a star from this show.
Then at night we went to The Comedy Store,
Richard Pryor performed in a wheelchair his comedy routine,
He talked very dirty for his act was not very clean.
Now I will always remember this trip for it is etched in my mind,
Thank you Chucky for showing me a really good time.
Written on August 9,2011 by Suzae Chevalier
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Actually, I loved Chucky. It's one of the strangest movies I've ever seen.
quote by Bill Condon
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Razel Sings The Blues
At audio studio in the spring,
Razel and Melodie
do their thing,
Razel is the crazy voice,
talking of her past lives,
where she has no choice.
Melodie counsels her
and makes sure
she is alright,
Freddy haunts Razel
in the dark of the night.
Razel ends up in a mental ward,
Chucky her friend
ends up on the floor—
For Freddy wants revenge,
stops Razel from having friends,
but this is not how it ends.
Razel wins and Melodie is proud,
Razel lived her life out loud.
She makes her mark
as the evilest of all,
Freddy reverts to a bunny
has to beg and crawl.
Now Razel has her own
Rock n Roll band,
She rocks out across
the land.
Singing songs of her life
so evil & grand.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 31,2011
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Poet Long John Silver
Long John Silver is his pen name,
He writes poetry that is never the same.
He’s has a style which inspired me
just like poetry of my dear friend Chucky.
Even though I had written poems before,
He wrote a poem about me that I really adore.
Long John Silver if your reading this,
I thank you I do confess,
Your poems are the best.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on September 23,2011
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Born On April 18th
The year was 1997,
I was in LA and it felt like heaven.
Driving around with Chucky
to see the movie stars,
all of the mansions in hills very far.
Now we came up to Tom Cruise’s place,
a security guard was outside the gate,
he did not see us, but that was O.K.,
years later Tom’s daughter Suri would be
Born on my 40th birthday.
Another baby would be born at Suri’s hospital down the hall,
Brook Shield’s daughter Grier was born kind of small.
Also late night comedian with a crazy style,
Conan O’Brien will make you laugh and smile.
Patriot made his famous 'Midnight Ride',
it was in the grand year 1775.
Silversmith rode his horse on this day of cheer,
his name is courageous Paul Revere.
Suri and Grier are now five years old this year,
I wish them a Very Happy 5th Birthday to both little dears.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.17,2011
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The Casino
Casino is the place when one is robbed the other celebrates,
Money and money is seen everywhere,
Cards smoke and alcohol can be named casino,
Which is lightened everyday.
Is it like life?
One day we are also happy the other day gloominess surrounds us,
We are also running after money, same as casino,
Betrayal, deceive is what life nowadays is named,
Due to which no light is left.
But, the truth remains the same,
Like in casino, the owner, the creator never loses they always win.
poem by Sambidhan Acharya
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Cult of Chucky
Jennifer Tilly, Brad Dourif, Fiona Dourif, Alex Vincent, Elisabeth Rosen, Michael Therriault, Summer H. Howell, Grace Lynn Kung
by Don Mancini from Cult of Chucky (2017)
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Home Sweet Home
Met this girl called josephine and took her up on my machine
We had a little fun and now we got a little one
Had to get married, being chased out of town
Found ourselves a place to live, we put all our money down
Call it home sweet home, home sweet home
Eleven floors up in a tower block
Happy just to have a home
Ive gone and changed the lock on our home
Nothing really worked out right, things got broke,
They stayed that way
None of our friends came around at night and little sam got
No place to play
Weve got to get out of here, bill she said Ive been telling
You all the while
When I came home from work that night shed jumped out the
Window with our chiled
From our home sweet home, home sweet home
Just a place to take a rest, just a place ot make our nest
-- we call it our home
When the insurance money came through seemed dirty didnt
Know what to do
Took the cash went down the casino, down on the wheel
On the double
And I won, oh yes I won, like I never won before
Bought myself a country house with an antique carved
Oak door
It was home sweet home, home sweet home
Just a place to lay our head think of all those things we said
About in our home sweet home.
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Casino Queen
Well the money's pouring down and the people all look down,
And it's floating out of town
I hit the second deck and I spend my paycheck,
And my wife that I just met, she's looking like a wreck
Casino Queen, my lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend on your tables so green
I always bet on black, blackjack,
I'll pay you back
The room fills with smoke and I'm already broke,
And the dealer keeps on joking as he takes my last token
Casino Queen, my lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend on your tables so green
Casino Queen, my lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend on your tables so green
song performed by by Wilco
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Casino Crown In Melbourne
Casino Crown in Melbourne
Those who are economical
and calculating with frugal lifestyles,
shouldn't enter Casino Crown's gambling world.
The colourful and dreamy atmosphere
will lure you to loosen your purse strings.
See the finance wizards wobble before the Poker Machines.
The misers too will be tempted to gamble on the horses.
Some rookies well-versed in rummy dared to rumble
with the machines and stare at the display of results.
Go to village cinema theatres there with your real partner.
If you visit this extraterrestrial abode with your fake love
to partake in these exciting games, not only your coffers
but your luscious partner too will be fleeing away from you.
Send the corrupt, the underworld goons and the smugglers
to Casino Crown for to be punished. They can eat yummy cakes,
sip tasty wines and play with machines
and go back to their countries in loin-clothes.
Nice guys shuffle the cards and the baffled men lose their bets.
The Pokies King will be in a daze if some wizards
who know the programmes loaded in these machines
come, play and loot the money in billions.
Fleeting money never returns.
O, you waiting for a cakewalk! Come out with the satisfaction
that you too gambled in Casino Crown,
the Heaven made marvelous skyscraper.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Twenty-One
A Birthday cake for you,
A Slice of Chocolate Heaven,
It may be too sweet for you,
That's why it's a fake one.
Today you get your keys
Can open many doors,
Watch out for cheeky monkeys,
That hide behind the doors.
Sometimes you get donkeys,
You better slam the doors!
If it is a wolly wookie,
Dash quickly out the doors!
If it turns out Chucky,
You better lock the doors!
I hope that you are lucky,
Waiting behind the doors,
If that is your destiny,
He will find you and be yours.
Happy Birthday Dear!