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Envy

We are being seduced daily with images and messages intended to create envy. Envy destroys contentment. Raise your awareness of the perils and destructiveness of envy. Read on.

Envy

is a slow poison

in your blood.

Envy kills.


Envy is a collar

around your neck.

To this collar is fastened

a leash,

so long it disappears.

Sometimes you don’t even know it’s there.

This leash is held by a hand.

Each collar has many leashes

controlled by many hands;

some in corporate boardrooms,

others in various capitals

and other chambers of deliberation

and planning.

What plans are being hatched in there?

From time to time a hand

give a leash a jerk

and those who have not cast off the collars

respond as they were trained.

This one to buy, this one to borrow, this one to steal.

This one to sit, this one to speak, this one to take to the streets.

Envy is their collar and their leash.

Envy controls.


Envy is a paradox:

Those who possess envy

cannot be it’s master.

Yet with envy some are able

to master others.

The world rewards such as these

with prestige, power, and luxury;

but even such persons are not free

nor will they be

for though they master envy

envy remains their master.


Envy is

wealth that brings want

freedom that brings debt

food that brings hunger

drink that brings thirst

justice that brings oppression.

How much more abundant

than all of this

is the life without envy

lived.

A similar work by this author: Our Belligerent Personas – listenviewreviewhttps://www.listenviewreview.com/lyric-poetry-rich-visual-imagery/

More works by this author: Good Words and Sunbursts: Vivid Word Art and Lyric Beauty: Morris, Richard K: 9781695688285: Amazon.com: Bookshttps://www.amazon.com/dp/1695688287


Cuppa Joe/Coffee Stain

We love a cuppa joe in the morning

to start the day off bright,

and a cuppa joe at lunchtime

keeps it going right,

’til our elbow bumps our cuppa joe

and our cuppa joe goes sailing out of sight.

Now that won’t come off

the table cloth

even if we scrub it

day and night.

Which reminds me

of the coffee stain on my character

I picked it up quite carelessly

not in malice, just inconstancy,

yet it clings to me so doggedly

and my table cloth in now a dingy white.

We drink a cuppa joe to ease a bad headache

and a cuppa joe clears those webs away

’til our tongue and lips make a slip

and that soothing sip goes dripping down our face.

Now what a drag,

your shirts a rag

even if you wash it

night and day.

Which reminds me …

Beauty Finds Me

For Sarah on her birthday.

Beauty finds me in the shadows of the garden

contemplating beauty as I’ve often done before.

Beauty finds me on the rocks along the ocean

as the waves come rolling gently into shore.

Beauty finds me dreaming eyes wide open

day or night it makes no matter where you are.

Right now I’m sighing in the darkness

like a wistful wisher wishing on a star.

Beauty finds me in the cool of the evening

watching moonlight dance upon the dew.

Beauty finds me once again

as only beauty can

Beauty finds me

and reminds me

I find beauty

wherever I find you.

Tracks In the snow

This writer had the privilege of working with Milford artist Paul Tibedeau for an entry in the 2019 Village Fine Arts Association Poetry Art Night Exhibit and Competition. Paul’s beautiful Plein Air Painting “Tracks in the Snow” was the basis for our entry, and also became the name for the poem which I composed as my part of the competition. See more of Paul’s works at the Facebook group page Paul Tibedeau Fine Art https://www.facebook.com/groups/546573392637394 .

The Poetry Art Night (PAN) combines visual art with poetry to create a unique dynamic that is a treat for your senses and begs you to linger in the gallery of The Suzanne Haskew Arts Center (The SHAC) and take each entry in slowly. PAN 2020 was greatly impacted by the pandemic and featured a virtual exhibit. Calls for entries and tentative plans for plans for PAN 2021 can be found here: /https://milfordvfaa.org/pan2021/

My thanks to Paul and his wife Joanne, to Susan Gollon, Lish Brown, The Village Fine Arts Association, and The Suzanne Haskew Arts Center and all of the visual artists, poets, judges, and visitors for a great experience and a wonderful evening.

Artist Paul Tibedeau (right) and Rick Morris flanking Paul’s Plein Air painting “Tracks in the Snow” at the Milford Village Fine Arts Association Poetry Art Night Exhibit, March 2019. Surrounding the duo are some of the many other beautiful entries in the juried event. The Poetry Art Night (PAN) combines visual art with poetry to create a unique dynamic that is a treat for your senses and begs you to linger in the gallery of The Suzanne Haskew Arts Center (The SHAC) and take each entry in slowly. PAN 2020 was greatly impacted by the pandemic and featured a virtual exhibit. Calls for entries and tentative plans for plans for PAN 2021 can be found here: /https://milfordvfaa.org/pan2021/

I heard not a sound save the wind

I saw no movement in the night

and woke to another cold, grey day.

Upon the frozen ground

beneath a sunless sky

breathing air with no scent

a human can detect,

where all seemed dormant or dead,

weary of this winter

stood I alive.

Alone.

So my senses told me.

Yet the snow bears witness

Life has not fled!

Hearts still beat,

blood still flows.

Warm bodies still make their homes

even hidden in this snow.

Even beneath this sunless sky

upon this frozen ground,

no matter how many cold, grey days.

No matter where you stand

be wearied not;

you are not alone.

Even in our deepest winter

forever are there

tracks in the snow.

For more works of poetry by this writer, click here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1695688287

Good Words and Sunbursts, by Richard K. Morris includes the 2019 PAN award-winning poem “Tracks in the Snow” plus eleven other original works by the same writer. Available right now at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1695688287




Rain Over Snow

Rain over snow

wet over cold

you know

the feel of a great frigid drop

down your collar

on your back.

The chill

is not exhilarating

on this grey day;

not like a snowball fight

with hand-packed powder

exploding on your face,

or a bumpy ride

down your favorite slope

dodging trees and landing

in a heap

of flailing arms

and tangled feet.

Today

there is no play

beneath this damp

and constant drear.

Oh, my spirit!

How this weary winter weather weighs;

like corruption,

like deception.

Hour by hour

from digital skies

pours the steady shower

of human lies.

Today

there is no play

before this dread

and constant fear

as though some ancient city is crouching near

and we should resist and flee

and not look about.

Where once stood a figure fashioned ,

fully plump and jolly,

now leans a faceless, shrinking form

forlorn;

(Does it mock this people in their folly?)

the man of snow

to

a pillar of salt

transformed.



The Octopus and I

The octopus and I

met quite by accident

as a rock appeared to have more to it

than a rock

so I paused and looked and saw that reddish knob

move

ever so slightly.

I knew her intent was that I should not see her

atop that rock

in daylight

in open water

for she maintained her imitation

of an outcrop

of a rock

most persistently

and I believe as her eye saw

the recognition

in my eye

she sensed danger

so I considered her predicament

and hovered away

ever so slightly

in my way to say to the octopus

“I am no predator.”

to which she responded

by stretching out her arms

and gliding away

slowly

beneath my gaze

in open water

in daylight

from her hiding place

atop that rock.

Curtains 2018 Milford High School

 

 

Great job to the cast and crew of Curtains. Mere hours after the final show, and already I Miss the Music you made on the Wide Open Spaces of the stage at the Milford High School Center for the Performing Arts. I’d like to think I’m not the most credulous person, but I have to admit I sure was relieved when I saw Catharine show up in numbers after the opening, ‘cause for a while I was thinking “Wow, The Woman’s Dead! Same thing happened with Olivia later in the show. Then how about Marc? What Kind of Man can hang by his neck like that and then climb down and finish the show? I tell you, Show People are made of tough stuff! It’s not like It’s a Business for any of you: you are all full time students with classes and homework, other activities, and many of you planning ahead for after graduation; you’re all In the Same Boat as far as demands on your time.
With a cast this big, I can’t possibly give recognition to everyone, and I don’t want anyone to feel less important even if they think their role was a small one, because you were all important and all made a big impression on that stage. I do want to give a special acknowledgment the Seniors. This was your last high school musical play and you nailed it. Based on observations from your directors and adult staff, you have also been good leaders of this years vocal music and theatre programs. I know that every group of people is special, so you know that I mean no slight to anyone else when I say that all of you Seniors have a special place in my heart. From the CPA to the Little Theatre, to Muir Middle School, Main Street, and all the way to the Fox Theatre in Detroit, I count the time spent together, the activities shared,, and the friendships that have been made possible because of your kindness and good character as some of my favorite moments outside of time with my own family; each ensconced in it’s own particular glow in my memory. Speaking of family, I hope I can speak for all parents (and grandparents) of theatre students when I tell of the awe and thrill we get when we see our children perform on stage.
Yes, when I think of all that great singing and dancing, romance, laughs, and mystery, and then read each of your names on the cast list, I say to myself “He Did It, She Did It, They Did It.” You did it! You put on a great show. Your hard work, energy, and talent made Curtains the kind of great show that people sit up and talk about at a Coffee Shop, Nights. While it may sound like I’m just Thinking of Missing the Music, I am also looking forward to the rest of the productions for this school year: Pops and Cabaret and Soiree and all of the other concerts, Sense and Sensibility, and Play-Pro. So while the final curtain has fallen on Curtains, we will always have the memories, (plus all of the individual lobby photos, and of course the beautiful images captured by Tara Johnson at tarajonshonphotography.com, ) I look back in fond remembrance, and look ahead to the curtains yet to rise this school year and beyond, and I am hopeful of the opportunity to be there with each one of you.
So now it is almost Thanksgiving Day.  Some of you may be staying at home, others may be traveling thisaway or Thataway, but whatever your Thanksgiving destination, whether grandmother’s house or your own, across the skies and coast to coast from Florida to California to Boston Harbor, or somewhere in the middle like Colorado, South Dakota or Kansas,land with your feet on the ground and a smile on your face;  with Curtains you have delivered a Tough Act to Follow, and you have earned the satisfaction of a job well done.

P.S.   Waiting to retrieve the code to access all of Tara Johnson’s photos, hope to add those images soon!

P.P.S  You may enjoy reading Act One of the Mystery Drama, The Mystery at the Milford Wax Museum!  Click here http://www.listenviewreview.com/mystery-at-the-milford-wax-museum-act-one/