10 Great Quotes about Poetry, Writing, and Art by Sonia Sanchez

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“All poets, all writers are political. They either maintain the status quo, or they say, ‘Something’s wrong, let’s change it for the better.’”

“The poem is the dance of the page. When you give it out to an audience, it has got to be there, pulling up, getting ready to soar, dance, spread itself, do the magic that needs to be done, to capture them, to make them enter your arena, and they don’t get released until you are at the end of that poem, then you release them. That’s the power that you and that poem will have over an audience. You’ve got to understand that there’s music in those lines and in those words. There’s magic in them. But there’s also authority in there. There’s also a responsibility—that is a part of what I teach, the responsibility that you have when you give these words out in an…

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10 Great Quotes About Poetry, Writing, and Art by Robert Bly

Paul's Poetry Playground

“You say to yourself, Well, this poem isn’t going to be any good, but I’ll write it anyway.”

“My feeling is that poetry is also a healing process, and then when a person tries to write poetry with depth or beauty, he will find himself guided along paths which will heal him, and this is more important, actually, than any of the poetry he writes.”

“Poetry keeps longing alive.”

“One day while studying a Yeats poem I decided to write poetry the rest of my life. I recognized that a single short poem has room for history, music, psychology, religious thought, mood, occult speculation, character, and events of one’s own life.”

“The language you use for your poems should be the language you use with your friends.”

“A poem in fact may be a sort of nourishing liquid, such as one uses to keep an amoeba alive. If prepared right…

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Christmas Dress

Secret Thoughts Within

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Do you like my Christmas Dress?
I wore it just for you
And now that everyone has left
I’ll undo a button or two

When you place your kisses on my neck
I feel a shiver down my spine
As my hands move slowly down your chest
there’s a thrill in knowing you’re mine

The fire, it burns quiet and low
on this intimate Christmas Eve
But the evening is not done for us
there’s more magic we can weave

Our hot love-making by the tree
keeps the cold outside
Every thrust and moan that we make
ushers in a new Yuletide

Do you like my Christmas Dress?
It looks perfect on the floor
I’m glad you enjoyed your Christmas gift
because tomorrow there’ll be more…


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If we make it through December…


If we make it through December….

Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin beauty. She told me no lies. She told me she liked the long rides and the cowboys who didn’t want too much.

I met beautiful Jenny in the late days of Summer. I had a pocket filled with money and I liked to drink. The Texas heat left her in her Summer dress and willing to trade conversation for the whiskey and the cold beer. I fell in love with her the first time I saw her walked toward me and loved her more when she left me sitting alone.

We had September love. Unrestrained passion and willingness to taste the places where lover run free and uncontrolled. She was wild and untamed. Made a man wanting…

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