“Art has always been the raft onto which we climb to save our sanity.” Dorothea Tanning, painter
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Author: poetryfest
Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options:
1) To post.
2) To have performed by an actor
3) To be made into a film.
“No one is born with greed, prejudice, bigotry, patriotism and hatred; these are all learned behavior patterns.” — Art of Quotation
“No one is born with greed, prejudice, bigotry, patriotism and hatred; these are all learned behavior patterns.” Jacque Fresco, author, activist
“Peace is not the absence of conflict it is authority over chaos.” — Art of Quotation
Peace is not the absence of conflict it is authority over chaos. Danny Silk, author
via “Peace is not the absence of conflict it is authority over chaos.” — Art of Quotation
“The chief qualification of a mass leader has become unending infallibility; he can never admit an error.” — Art of Quotation
The chief qualification of a mass leader has become unending infallibility; he can never admit an error. Hannah Arendt, book quote from “Totalitarianism: Part Three of The Origins of Totalitarianism”, p.70, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
“The very impulse to write springs from an inner chaos crying for order – for meaning.“ — Art of Quotation
The very impulse to write springs from an inner chaos crying for order – for meaning. Arthur Miller, playwright
“For civilization to survive the human race must remain civilized” — Art of Quotation
“For civilization to survive the human race must remain civilized” Rod Serling, screenwriter, movie quote from “The Shelter” episode of Twilight Zone, 1961 A suburban dinner party is interrupted by a bulletin warning of an impending nuclear attack. As the neighbors scramble to prepare themselves, they turn against the one family that installed a permanent […]
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In Memory: “Let your reward be in the doing of it.” — Art of Quotation
Don’t cheat yourself out of music. Music is one thing. The music business is another thing. Save enough of yourself to keep living anyway. Save enough joy in your heart to enjoy it. Let your reward be in the doing of it. Bill Withers, 1938-2020, singer, songwriter, musician
via In Memory: “Let your reward be in the doing of it.” — Art of Quotation
“l wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo. “So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But…” — Art of Quotation
I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo. “So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” — J.R.R. Tolkien, book quote […]
“ In what circle of hell… is that a good outcome?” — Art of Quotation
Source: podcast “Cape Up”, April 3, 2020 We left behind a 69-page playbook, which was sort of ‘Pandemic for Dummies.’ If you don’t know where to start, start here, and ask these questions and do these things,” Rice told me in the latest episode of “Cape Up.” “And, apparently, if they weren’t thrown into garbage […]
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Read Poem: Lady Leanne and the Highwayman, by Jilly Henderson-Long
a fanciful story in rhyme
Tha Lady Leanne heard a rumour
“There’s a highwayman out on the loose!”
She knew that if ever they caught him,
he surely would be for the noose.
He was certainly some kind of mystery,
for never a word did he speak,
he merely appeared before travellers,
pistols raised to make them feel weak.
He dressed all in black was the story,
from his head right down to his toes,
except for the pure white bandanna,
pulled up to cover his nose.
They called him the Ghost Shadow Rider,
all anyone saw was his eyes,
and he soon became some sort of hero,
for he always surrendered his prize.
He’d steal all the gold and the jewelery
and carry it off into town,
where he’d give it all out to the poor folk,
still without making a sound.
Then he would vanish for days
but as soon as the rich thought it clear,
once again he’d appear on the highway,
and into their hearts would strike fear.
His horse would rear up in a whinny,
one pistol-shot into the air,
the gentlemen squirmed, the ladies would swoon
the moment they saw he was there.
He’d thrust a bag in through the window,
put the pistol against someone’s chest,
then wait until they had filled it,
before gallopping off to the west.
The Lady Leanne in her manor,
by her father forbidden was she,
to venture out in the dark evenings,
the Ghost Shadow Rider to see.
But one night during the summer,
she crept out and she mounted her horse.
Deep in the woods, she changed clothing.
She was the Ghost Shadow, of course.
(c) JillyHenderson-Long 2020
