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They do not leave home without American Express. ... Blame the moral carelessness that parents pass off as the gift of freedom as they cut their children loose like colorful kites and wish them an exciting flight.

quote by Roger Rosenblatt
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Broken children

I've come across many neglected children
They carry a pain
Thats left a mark
An uncured wound
A broken heart
A broken home
Due to parents disappearing
Or out there searching
Always there children they are hurting
Why! ....
Because of greed
Because of need
Because of temptation
Or because of drugs!
These children never did ask to be born
And find there status torn
Ripped apart and shredded!
How selfish can those parents be
All for want and for themselves to repair
The only place they have come to tear
Are the roots of those children
Who live there lives searching for there souls
Life becomes a riddle
When only themselves they muddle
Walking down those empty streets
Meeting up with others who swollowed the same
Now they've decided to create a new game
Let it be violence!
And push those parents into shame
Yet it is always
Those poor children who live with blame!
If this is freedom of choice!
Then let those poor children
Make a voice!

poem by Suzan Gumush
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The Kiteflier

And as I heave these strings
closer into my stagnancy
the more they break away
and set off farther from
my cold and distant musing

I watched their ponderous flight
as I mar my fingers in trying
to hold their vestiges together
but all is sullen into futility

As they drive past the clouds -
leave the fringes of my horizon
and unyeild to all my veerings
I am enthused to take flight
and let go of all reveries

But now that I lost them,
these mangled hand is empty
I am taxxed with derision
and blame is upon these fear
enshrouding my entity

When the kiteflier managed
to make all his kites fly
to the point of unfettering them
that he lost all his kites,
then who remains of him?
and when can he break the strings
that kept him tethered to the grounds?

poem by Norman Santos
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Blame It On Me

(Bruce Robison)
You're standing there, that look in your eye
You're looking for good ways to tell my good-bye
Something 'bout people, how they never know
They're loving somebody, then lettin' them go
You're looking for reasons but there ain't no need
You can blame it on me
Blame it on me, I was the one
I had no right to turn it all wrong
I held you too close, I couldn't let go
Can't loose your cool these days I know
I'll go on home and you can feel free
To blame it on me
I am too rough, I work too hard
I got no cool friends, I drive an old car
I'm not the picture of any man's dream
Handful of bluebonnets, boots and old jeans
I was a fool to think it could be
So blame it on me
Blame it on me, I was the one
Acting like real life was some old love song
I held you too close, couldn't let go
Can't loose your cool these days I know
Thinkin' forever, ever could be
So blame it on me
When you start looking for ways out of love
Then I've been making mistakes by the dozen
So if you want to leave
You can blame it on me
I held you too close, couldn't let go
Can't loose your cool these days I know
So I'll go on home and you can feel free
To blame it on me
Blame it on me
Blame it on me

song performed by by Lee Ann Womack
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Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home

Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
The children who neglect their parents will be cursed,
The Nature makes such children’s house a hellish dome,
They are lucky children who are blessed by their parents,
It is said that there is a heaven under the legs of mother,
The children love or not to their mother but she loves all,
She embraces good or bad children but she can’t smother,
Mother is habituated to pray to God for all their happiness,
A few children won’t love their parents but love their wives,
In old age parents are in need of only their children’s love,
Who devote God, adore parents will be happy in their lives,
Love of parents always comes to children from the sky above,
God bless those children who are blessed by their parents,
And God curse those children who are cursed by their parents.

poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Children’s Day,2009

Our children are the gift from God;
You spoil the child by sparing rod;
The priceless wealth from Heav’n above,
That are being aborted now!

Children must be brought up with care;
They have the right to food and air;
Yet, freedom is seldom given;
To begging alms, some are driven!

Children need to learn and to play;
God dwells in them, some always say;
No home is complete without them;
They’re matrimony’s diadem!

How some struggle to have one child!
Yet some rear them like beasts in wild;
The future of the world depends
On healthy children’s dividends!

But why are children ignored much?
Denied are they love, human touch;
Their lives are lost in umpteen ways;
World’s children pass such sadder days!

O world, wake up from your slumber!
Children are bigger in number;
The health of nations is their health;
World’s children are the planet’s wealth!

Let’s make the world a better place;
Let children wear a smile on face;
Let parents rear them with due care;
Without good children, none can fare!

poem by John Celes
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Freedom Is…

Freedom…
Freedom…
What is freedom?

It’s a footprint in the sand…
A whisper on the wind.
It’s a thought…
An emotion.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.

Freedom is a pot on the stove…
The water in a glass.
It’s a smile on a mouth…
A tear on the cheek.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.

Freedom is a breeze in your hair…
The heat in the air.
It’s the heart in your chest…
The veins in your arms.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.

What is freedom?
Freedom is what freedom is.

poem by Stacey Stevens
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We hold in our hands, the most precious gift of all Freedom. The freedom to express our art. Our love. The freedom to be who we want to be. We are not going to give that freedom away and no one shall take it from us

quote by Andrew Schneider
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Losers Win?

Freedom beyond liberty
A goal not for all to attain
Most loose it from failing
Others by whom to blame

Freedom is only for the willing
Willing to look beyond the rule
They gain no forgiving
For not doing what serves the gruel

Freedom need be hard if to sustain
For the losers always seem to win
The challenger being reason to blame
So losers can feel good again

poem by Joseph PARASCANDALO
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Just as there is a lower carelessness which means death to the soul, so there is a higher carelessness which is the supreme gift of religion. We must all at length rest back upon God.

quote by W.E. Orchard
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Toy Master

ah, sweet little children
and their loving parents
all rolling merrily
into the fair
from happy homes
near and far

come, see my toys
my colorful toys
and dolls made
in various countries
for all good little children
of our bright world

there are toy soldiers
and there are ballerinas;
there are ducks
and pigeons
and this little pig goes:
Oink! Oink! Oink!
and this donkey replies:
Hee-haw! Hee-haw!

see this train
with its green lights;
and you’ll all
love this dancing girl
who comes alive
with just three turns
of the silver key

and with a flick of the switch
this joyous fat grandpa
laughs and raises his hands in glee;
and you can -
dearest children
and most generous parents -
make me joyous too
if you just buy a toy
and dropp the coins
in my toy bank
just before you

ah, sweet little children
and their loving parents
all rolling merrily
into the fair
from happy homes
near and far

come, see my toys
my colorful toys
and dolls made
in various countries
for all good little children
of our bright world

poem by Raj Arumugam
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When the Parents Refuse to Come Home

When the parents refuse to come home
The children sleep beneath the babysitter’s skirt.
She will eat you out of house and home.
When the parents refuse to come home
The children shall set the house on fire,
And the babysitter shall save the family pet
That is content to be hand fed at the breast.
This night the parents are outside the loop,
They are out for a night on the town to renew their bound without the incessant want of children who shall burn the house down for attention.
The babysitter is watching TV under the blaze of the burning house where the family pet snicks beneath the smoke colleted by the ceiling.
When the parents stay out all night the children are discontented with the babysitter who have no time for children, she rather babysat the TV.
The babysitter refuse to pay taxes on her earning, she have parked the children in their beds where they learn the art of conversation from the TV.
The parents are having fun while the children are safe in the dream shatter of the right brain telling midnight stories of the day’s doings and the babysitter has invited her boy friend over for the night and he will eat you out of house and home while in their dream the children are buring the house down.
When the parents dance the night away in the night club the children are dreaming of the violent of the babysitter who eat the last of the pot roast left over from dinner.
When the parents refuse to come home the babysitter is contemplating the meaning of death and dying in the burning house.
The babysitter will grow up to become a parent and she will hire a babysitter when she go out to dance the night away as her children burn the house down.

poem by David E. Patton
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Children's role after you:

Birthday: parents to children;
Death anniversary: children to parents;
Marriage: parents for children;
Funeral: children for parents;
Others for these have no right;
Others for these are unfit.
Parents must have these in mind
When they write the will.
15.04.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Parents Vs Children

Things that i don't understand in this world is that why do some people
get into relationship, getting married, enjoying life and making love.
But when it comes to children or when they already have kids, they
could not accept their responsibilities as parents. They do have
regrets of having kids especially if the kids are naughty, giving problem
or giving them headaches. They always beating, shouting, saying bad words to the kids saying wish you never exist, wish you never been born.
Instead of being calm, giving advice, doing good things which would make their children happy and be proud to have good parents.
Instead of thinking good ideas which would make them close to each other
.
Child is a child, they need more time with their parents. They need
attention, care, and love. Children are curious to everything, they need
to know antyhing as part of growing up. They need the guidance of
parents, but what I see nowadays is different. Parents just give material things to show their love for their kids.

Some parents just go out to parties, shopping, prefer to hang out with their friends rather than their kids. Then they just leave the children
to the nannies/babysitter.
Parents make their children be far from them instead children to get
close to the nannies who always there for them and give the love to the children. Parents must be a role model for the children, but what i see
now is that children do as what their parents do, they become more liberated.

There are also some parents who give up for their children. Some choose their own happiness, they don't like to stay at home with their kids. especially if thier husband dont have time for them too. the tendency, both couple would have a problem that result to divorce.
Where is the love that they shared? where is the promises and vows they had?

poem by Judith Kempis
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To keep the bond

Parents spend on children,
And children, on parents later.
These are not debts.
Parents scold children,
And children, parents later.
These are not scars.
Roots and shoots together
Have thetr Profit and Loss Account.
23.03.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Living My Life

I’m living my life the way I want to
No one’s going to tell me what to do.
I’ve got to make my own mistakes
And if it’s wrong then it’s my fate.

You’ve already lived your life and like most
Mistakes you’ve made quite a few
That is what we all seem to do.
I’ll make mine so I can’t pass the blame
And I’ll hang my head in shame.

I am young and a teen, and there is
So much in life to be seen.
I’ll make mistakes, I know that’s true
But it’s something that I have to do.

I love you mom and dad, and I know you care
But you can’t live my life
It’s just not fair.
You should know for you went through the same
And on your parents “ did you pass the blame? ”

The dress, the talk, the way we look at life
We do not think about it once or twice.
We just do what’s in that style
And we’ll grow out of it in a little while.

Trust your children “ mom and dad”
For your future is our plan.

poem by Louis Rams
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Freedom Is For Children

I wrote the words of freedom,
Ive even sung the song.
But freedom is for children,
cause they dont understand whats wrong.
The children are so very lucky,
cause theyre not old enough to know.
Not old enough to realize,
But theyll find out as they grow.
The children are so very lucky,
But, on the other hand, whos gonna save the land?
The children are so very lucky,
But mans invention is gonna be the prevention of their life.
This song is nearly over,
And sos the world and the day.
Theres something missin,
But who will listen enough to do what it will take?
Freedom is for children. why cant it be for me?
Freedom is for children. why cant it be for me?
Freedom is for children. why cant it be for me?
Freedom is for children. why cant it be for me?
Freedom is for children. why cant it be for me?

song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In the Raising of Their Own Children

Those that do not play an active role,
In the raising of their own children...
But appear from nowhere,
To claim bragging rights.
When discovered 'their' child...
Stands under a spotlight.
Should not be offended when sent,
A 'Thank You' card by a son or daughter.

Someone has shown them how to express,
An appreciation for being abandoned.
And given an opportunity to feel blessed.
Some children have a right to express that,
As an option.
Not an expectation.
And some parents should not be allowed,
To proclaim that at all.

Especially when the doing of it isn't done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Meanwhile

outside the children fly their kites
meanwhile
we stand here by the side of the railings
meeting the
winds of change

tell me, what is it? what is it really?
will this be forever?

will this be the last of what we can
give?
will this be
simply kites?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher

Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher
Parents are the builder of children’s characters and minds,
The mother won’t be a fighter but should be a well preacher,
If she is an illiterate she must carry her children to tuition,
Howsoever the mother should educate their children first,
And she should send her children to school daily and regularly,
Teachers are not blamed not to fulfil children’s educational thirst,
Both the parents and teachers should make them the best citizens,
As we can’t work with one hand likewise we can’t walk with one leg,
Hence, parents and teachers are the same faces of the same coin,
If parents and teachers do them careless they suffer in life to beg,
Do well and have well it is said to see your own profit in life or ruin,
That is why parents and teachers are the best artists of the child,
If an art is spoilt the statue of the child looks like an ugly and a wild.