Ric Edwards

Kankakee, Illinois

Ric was the oldest of seven children born to middle class parents and raised during the very uncertain days of the Great Depression when his father could find no work after losing an excellent factory job. The second World War sent his mother off to work for the war effort, giving him a very definite outlook on life and relationships. He is currently on the faculty of Kankakee Community College as an instructor in speech and English. Ric's poetry has appeared in the college literary magazine, local newsprint, and various anthologies. Ric MCs regular poetry readings at a local bookstore as well as at the college.

Consistency

Blind consistency devours our souls.
It penetrates our actions
Never allowing us to branch out,
Experiment nor investigate.
The sameness dominates the route home
And the order of our days.
Fettered taste for the everyday
Forces a limited experience
And a stunted growth.
Whether meat and potatoes
Or tacos and refried beans,
Whether Samba or waltz or square dance or jig,
Whether pancho or macintosh or cape or kimono,
Does not matter one whit.
An unbridled consistency
Knows no boundaries:
For Irish, English, Spanish or Persian,
Consistency is a relentless thief.

Out In The Open

A bright, white light might
Set your deeds aglow
Showing those who know you best
Where your care dare lie
If their chance glance does not enchance
The image they have of you,
Step back and whack the slack
You have allowed to attack your actions.
Eliminate the bribed bait.
Cover the secret lover.
Shrift the unmerited gift.
Delete the incorrigible cheat.
Clean the sullied scene.
Plead the rightful need.
Forget the undercover bet.
Fill the bill correctly.
Purge the urge to kill.
Make your take legitimately.
Reprove the move obscure.
To remove that which
Will hurt your image under the light,
Only you can make the change,
Only you can rearrange,
Only you can disembroil
And set to rights again.

Success

Working my way thorough the day-to-day,
I am unabashedly happy to say
To all who happen to come my way
I've accomplished what I set out to do.
They may not by chance agree with me,
But I am ready to help them see
That I have set my confidence in He
Who in the mass of the great milieu
Has given me strength to meet my due.
Ric Edwards welcomes letters. Write to:
860 S.Wildwood Avenue, Kankakee, Illinois 60901-5371

All poems Copyright © 1996 Ric Edwards. All rights reserved.