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Maurice Copeland, Kansas City Poet/Artist, married with two children Maurice is a 66 year old Native of Kansas City, Missouri, became interested seriously in his art in 1977. He opened a MIRROR IMAGE STUDIO AND ART GALLERY as a vehicle to promote the arts in the Inner City. He also had a One Man exhibit(1978) at Kansas City Hall for the first BLACK HISTORY MONTH recognize by the City. Maurice p

Background Information

You should know who you are dealing with and why.
My aim is to bring a presentation of my poetry and art to you , also to introduce new people to your venue of life, hopefully we will both benefit from the experience.


I am a Poet/Artist, that has been published in more books than I can remember, .Back in the ,70s&80s I was associated with a group that was into publishing Books and Newsletters, many of my poems were included in most issues. Those books and newsletters were sent all over the country, I am not new to this.
In the 70s I owned an Art Gallery and Studio, and a Bowling Alley in Kansas City. In the 90s, I owned a Rare Bookstore. The reason I'm giving you this background is to let you know, I have worked hard to be able to deal with the issues I speak about in my writings. I love what I do, I write with feeling and passion because I love my people.

I am all my people, from the lowest to the highest. I have in my life walked in many ,ďtoo manyĒ ,of the shoes of my people. In mind I have had the problems associated with balancing the scales of life from the abyss of shame to the, pipedreams of clamorous illusionary grandeur.

I have given my heart to many
Some had hearts stymied by the
shock of warfare
love affair
hope that was not there
Some just didnít care

So I had to snatch it back
I could not let my heart

I have had over the years been recognized by the community as one with a talent, but I do not glory in the fame...because it does not come as I want it from my people(Black folk), it comes from the greater community(White folk).

My people love my Art, but will not buy, My people love my Poetry, but it puts tears in their eyes.
When I speak of how they have been hung from trees
I feel the earth shake
as my words buckle their knees
When I paint a picture of
Emmett Till as he was killed
for white folk...and a cheap thrill... My poetry is venom, turned antitoxin...
Did you know after all the murders and hangs, the Klu Klux Klan banging's...those people celebrated by having babies...Yea after the bonfire...they would go make love, she would tell Big Daddy, he sure knows how to handle them Black SOBíS...

It is funny how White folk love my stuff, but Black folk think I'm being too rough.

I write with PASSION, WRITE with seriousness, write with the tears rolling, write with the dust blowing, write looking at the sky, looking to the heavens and let the stars fall in my eyes.

This effort which I undertake in approaching you is done with a seriousness in mind, to communicate to you a desperate need to be heard. Our tribe is one that is submitting to all manners of obscurity of its being, we should not let that happen. Our history is our wealth, our wealth is being buried in a diluted and fallacious attempt of decorated inclusion in this society. We should never let that happen!

We have taken a confusing request, made by us of equality, and turned it into a strange journey of negritude, and a bourgeois classicism. *Remember the slave does take on the traits of the slave master.

Birth Place
kansas city, MO usa

Bio Info:

Maurice Copeland, born July 14, 1947, in Kansas City, Missouri.
Married to Lenora Phenix Copeland, son Rodney D. Copeland, daughter LaToya A. Copeland, (2) granddaughters Asia and Anisa.
I left high school early before graduating in 1964, and entered the US Army, where I earned a GED Certificate, spent my service time in Fort Leonard Wood, Mo., Fort Ben, Indiana, Fort Eustis, Va., and The MeKong Delta in Vietnam, discharged in 1967.
Then I returned to Kansas City, where I presently reside.
I went to work for Bendix Corporation in 1968, where I acquired the trade of General Machinist, and moved up through the trade to become a Journeyman Tool and Die Maker.
In 1988, I was promoted to Tool and Die Supervisor, I retired in Feb., 2000.
Ex-Chairman of NAACP Membership Committee , Kansas City Branch

Other life credits.
Published books of poems:

Produced and Published a monthly Newsletter, THE DRUMS, 1990-1992
DONíT YOU DARE(Confronting the Hypocrisy)1990
THE WORKS(Idle Thoughts From A Not So Idle Mind)1999
THE TRUTH OF US(What Black folks really want, or donít want)2000
* My poems have appeared in National publications, FRONTIER REPORT and THE SECULAR HUMANIST.

As a painter:
I had a one man exhibit, 1978,BLACK HISTORY MONTH, at Kansas City Missouri City Hall(30 days)
THE HEX, which is owned by Mrs. Chico Jones, Kansas City, Mo.
MARTIN LUTHER KING AT STUDY, owned by The Black Archives of Mid-America, Kansas City, Mo.
THE ROCK, owned by Murvell and Murlee McMurray, Kansas City, Mo.
THEZZ MY BABIES, Sold from, THE OLD COUNTRY STORE, in Lorman, Mississippi, owner in Arizona
THE BLACK MADONNA, on loan to Derrick Davis of Vicksburg, Mississippi
A KANSAS CITY PARTY, owned by Dr. M. Bently, of St.Louis, Mo.
SHE STANDS BY THE SEA, owned by John Bently, of Kansas City, Mo.
RAILROAD TRACKS, owned By Shirley Phenix, of Kansas City, Mo.
FOR YOU, owned by, Keith A. Moore Sr., K.C. Mo.
TERROR, OR SPIRIT, owned by Keith A. Moore Sr, K.C.Mo.
BLACK BEAUTY, owned by, Leonard Brown, K.C.Mo.
BLACK CLEOPATRA, owned by, Leonard Brown, K.C.Mo
LINDA BLAIR, owned by, Alfred McMurray, K.C. Mo.
ALI, owned by, Alfred McMurray,K.C. Mo
MONKEYS SWINGING, owned by, David McKenzie, K.C. Mo
LEONARD/HEARNS, owned by David McKenzie
POND, owned by Reggie Smith, Lees Summit, Mo.
FISHERMAN, owned by, Pope, Odessa, Mo.
VIETNAM, owned by James Garrett, Grandview, Mo.

* many of my paintings were stolen(20) in 1977, in Kansas City, Missouri, from my Studio and Gallery, MIRROR IMAGE, at 71th and Prospect.

Additional Information

This is a good time to add thought of myself to this picture of me. Some will put a definition of myself as what they see me to be. I may be some of what is thought, but I am not all of anything, nothing, no one thing makes me, nor consumes me. I love to walk places, but seldom do, places that I can see things. Look at the ground and see a fossilized rock, look ahead and see a spot that possibly no human has ever been before. I crave peace and serenity, a old country road, where the birds , mocking birds really sing songs, where horses and cows roam the same pasture, a place where love birds can really feel at home. I want to hear a train clicking down the track, not to hear a AK47 answer 10 fold back. I dislike phoniness and envy directed at others, but most of all at me. I try to make peace once! My defense will bring about fatalities... from now on! I love the poetry and thought of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Jean Toomer , Faulkner, and Copeland(Ha!) I feel sorry for Used Car Salesmen, for they will certainly go to hell, I will pray for them everyday, so they will get a bargain. I dislike some people, and you can believe they know who they are! I can cast spells, I can smile like Valentino, and jive you like a preacher, turn you so you donít know which way to go, or instruct you like a teacher. I can kill a cat with one try, forget what you heard about nine lives... when I am done, it will die! I have smelled the sweet fragrance of the rose, but never enjoyed the effect of the sedating blow. Iíve toked on the herb of life, ravished the fruit of the knowledge tree, so with me the straight can never be narrow, so do not expect that of me. Maurice Copeland

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