Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.
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The debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable.
All of the problems we're facing with debt are manmade problems. We created them. It's called fantasy economics. Fantasy economics only works in a fantasy world. It doesn't work in reality.
quote by Michele Bachmann
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All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination.
All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination?
quote by Carl Gustav Jung
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I Don't Wanna Work
Well i give it little care
Does anybody out there even know
I'm in here?
I just keep my movement going
Somewhere
Like playing in the background baby
Like playing in the background baby
I play the game
You play the way that most men would choose
I'm surprised at you
Way back in the middle of a broken down love affair
You and i found each other
And we fell in love
I ain't never met a man and woman get along better
Than you and i when get together
Still i say
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not if it makes me cry
No no
See the lady walking down the street
She's got on high heel shoes
And her hair full of curlers
She's got stiletto nails
And some black mascara
She's got a push up and a pick up
I tell you that girl's working overtime
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not if it makes me cry
No no no no no no
I don't wanna work
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work it if makes me cry
Spent last night
Talking to myself in bed
Wondering why i do this over
Over and over again
I don't know
I, i, i, i don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not when it makes me cry
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work not that hard
I don't wanna work it it makes me cry
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work not that hard
I don't wanna work if it makes me cry
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Psychoactive
Hey little sister, I dont understand what you did
Im hot enough to blister
Maybe this is just some kind of foolish game my mind is playing
One voice it cries a warning
Half of mes already there and half of me aint got the stuff
My love its out of control
I tell you because of what she does to my soul
With all these fantasies shes triggering
Psychoactive, that girl is hypersexual
She knows how to fire my imagination
Shes got to be psychoactive
The fact is everythings a fantasy
Makes that offer so attractive, cause that girls so psychoactive
Hey little sister, I still sleep alone in my bed
Whats wrong with this picture
Could be this is nothing but my fantasy
Am I crazy? one voice says its trouble
Part of me just wants to run and part of me just wants to fight
Split decision again in my bed
Another sweet vision coming on in my head
Imagination shes triggering
Psychoactive, that girl is hypersexual
She knows how to fire my imagination
Shes got to be psychoactive
The fact is everythings a fantasy.
Makes that offer so attractive, cause that girls so psychoactive
(she said she loves you -- she said she loves you)
My love its out of control.
I tell you because of what she does to my soul
With all these fantasies shes triggering
Psychoactive, that girl is hypersexual
She knows how to fire my imagination.
Shes got to be psychoactive
The fact is everythings a fantasy
Makes that offer so attractive, cause that girls so psychoactive
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The creative and the receptive
To sing is creative; to listen is receptive.
To play is creative; to watch is receptive.
To write is creative; to read is receptive.
In sex, man is creative and woman, receptive.
21.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The poet is in command of his fantasy, while it is exactly the mark of the neurotic that he is possessed by his fantasy.
Lionel Trilling in The Liberal Imagination (1950)
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You Are A Creative Genius
You are a creative genius,
You know that you are,
With your great talent
You will go far.
You bring to life
Things from your imagination,
That are original and new,
something that’s never been tried before,
comes shining through.
So use your imagination
And see what you can create,
Make something out of the ordinary,
Make something really great!
For you can contribute something to the world
That no-one else can,
By being a creative genius,
Who creates thing very grand! !
The End.
Copyright 1995 & 2010 Suzae Chevalier
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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It Depends On The Situation
In the playing of games,
There are those who are less experienced...
Decide without advice taken,
To play them indiscriminately.
Without thought of who the opponent may be.
Or if the one chosen to be exposed to playing,
Has not in fact...
Elected to do so to prevent total boredom,
To hop and take a ride on one's back...
In the playing of games.
And then,
In the playing of games...
It depends on the situation.
The environment is important as well.
However...
If the playing of the same games,
Gets too familiar...
It becomes very difficult to play them,
With the same exuberance...
As those enjoying to play them repetitiously,
Throughout their lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Imagination
Standing there with her arms around no one
No one who'd die for her right where he stands
Looking around like she's looking for someone
Looking like she's got time on her hands
Funny how much you can see in someone
Across the room who you don't even know
Telling you things she would tell to no one
Taking you places she's wanted to go.
Like a walk in the rain, a place in the sun
With a lifetime of love that has only begun
Doing all of the things only lovers can do
My imagination is running away with you.
Walking away and I'm walking beside her
Into forever here in my mind
Deraming a dream that we're dreaming together
Finding the things only lovers can find.
Like a walk on the moon, a dance in the stars
With a love light that finds us wherever we are
And our own happy ending will always come true
My imagination is running away with you.
As fast as I can running straight to your heart
Where the fantasy ends and reality starts
'Til I stop believing that dreaming is all I can do
And the fantasy might even come true.
My imagination,
It's only my imagination running away with you...
song performed by by Clint Black
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Poetic Intent (Acrostic)
Acrostic poems are great compositions
poetry which challenges the creative mind
is quite expressive and inspirational
amazing work of imagination
art that excites the soul.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Poetic Intent
Acrostic poems are great compositions
poetry which challenges the creative mind
is quite expressive and inspirational
amazing work of imagination
art that excites the soul.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Intent (Acrostic)
Acrostic poems are great compositions
poetry which challenges the creative mind
is quite expressive and inspirational
amazing work of vivid imagination
artful inscription of sentiments.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Interactions Invoke Imagination Entrances
illusionism create a work of art
a work of art birth appears shares
physical space with vision viewers
entranced in mind memory emotions
interactions invoke imagination entrances
fascinate with etched brushstroke embraces
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also the poems ‘Images Birth Wet Paint Born’ and ‘Layers Of Wet Paint Applied’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Child In God's Grace
Have you ever
Had a moment
Were you are
Lying in a field
The sun shines
Upon your face
As you bury
Yourself in a sea
Of tall green grass
Then as you gaze
Up into the sky
At the white fluffy clouds
That passes on by
Your imagination flares
In a creative style
Fairytale Characters
Magical beings
Cloud your imagination
In a child's world of dreams
Then stretching
Out your arms
To pillow your
Sleepy head
You gaze up in wonder
In a child like bliss
The laughter of friends
Playing in the sun
Make you smile
In a dream like state
And in that
One singular moment
That one blissful state
You are who you are
A child in God's grace
poem by Kaila George
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Lately
Elated I am to know you.
Ecstatic and sometimes fanatical I can be.
Thinking of you and possibilities.
Lately I've been staying in creative imagination.
Wanting to be touched with closed eyes.
As I am stirred by youthful sensations,
You initiate without hesitation.
Oh why oh why,
Is it you I fantasize.
Oh why oh why,
Do I think of you as Sunrise.
Laying next to me,
From Monday to Sunday...
Holding you near with romance to feed.
Feeling a returned embrace to fulfill a need.
Elated I am to know you.
Ecstatic and sometimes fanatical I can be.
Thinking of you and possibilities.
Lately,
I've been staying fixed...
In a creative imagination wished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Early Works -Years
Children playing with their toys
dotted around the floor
peer at you with questioning eyes
as if you are a stranger in their lair.
At work all day and out of sight
but never out of mind
the only time your presence felt
is when its time to go to bed.
Oh, if work were only a dream
more time you could spend with them
playing games and being a father and a friend,
but to live you must work, toil all the day
missing the years in which your children play.
6 November 1978
poem by David Harris
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Max The Creative
Max with his big brown eyes,
kind of shy, but very creative deep inside.
Playing a Star Wars/clone character
Ibra Victor with his great skill,
he concentrates on his game being very still.
Max also plays sports-he is in soccer
he played baseball but stopped.
A couple of years ago in the fourth grade,
started playing the All Star Soccer game.
He started karate in 4th grade too,
he's so talented he plays guitar, maybe the Blues.
I saw Max at Christmas and he liked my poem 'Italian Skunk'
it reminds him of his math teacher who is a Schmuck
Max with his creative imagination has the leading edge,
he has already helped me with 'Razel's Revenge'
Maybe he can help me with character in 'Italian Skunk'
Max could come up with a story the 'Incredible Hunk'.
Max one day might become a storyteller real great,
I wish him the best if movie making is his fate.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 10,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Max The Creative
Max with his big brown eyes,
kind of shy, but very creative deep inside.
Playing a Star Wars/clone character
Ibra Victor with his great skill,
he concentrates on his game being very still.
Max also plays sports-he is in soccer
he played baseball but stopped.
A couple of years ago in the fourth grade,
started playing the All Star Soccer game.
He started karate in 4th grade too,
he's so talented he plays guitar, maybe the Blues.
I saw Max at Christmas and he liked my poem 'Italian Skunk'
it reminds him of his math teacher who is a Schmuck
Max with his creative imagination has the leading edge,
he has already helped me with 'Razel's Revenge'
Maybe he can help me with character in 'Italian Skunk'
Max could come up with a story the 'Incredible Hunk'.
Max one day might become a storyteller real great,
I wish him the best if movie making is his fate.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 10,2012
www.suechevalier.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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