Children are so creative and imaginative that they just bring you to life all over again.
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I think being an artist, or just being creative, or imaginative, or aware, where I think everybody starts out, and by about the age of 10, that's been pretty effectively whipped out by education.
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A Word from The I Am
Children I beseech thee, come unto me
I have come to bring greater things upon you
My Son has come for you to follow through
The blood of My Son is among you
Come children Come
For I Am the I Am
For this is the last of the last days
For I speak boldly in a strong way
Come children, and seek My face
Eternal life is what I have given you all
Come children Come
For I Am the I Am
I have sent My Son Jesus to die for you
I ask you church to bring souls to Him
I am by faith, the blind cannot see
Tell the lost about Jesus and they'll be set free
Come children Come
For I Am the I Am
For I speak unto you that I am your Father
For I love you children that I gave My only Begotten Son
Bring Me the unsaved, for you know who I am
For this is the last of the last days
Come children Come
For I Am the I Am
This I give to you in peace
You shall not fear for I am near
For I am your divine vine and you are my branches
Pray, and blessings will pour out among you
Come children Come
For I Am the I Am
by Debra Stewart, August 2009
poem by Debra Stewart

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Children will Save the Planet
Children will Save the Planet
a new world will come,
all children will have fun.
life will be happy and carefree,
children will bring light wait and see.
coming from a distant star,
Children bring knowledge
and know how,
to make us all “live out loud”.
Now appearances
are under disguise,
see it in the children’s eyes,
they will overcome,
all “forms” of ADD
and help set us free,
just you wait and see.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 3,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise

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Truck
Children all have saviours
Children don't care who saves us
Round the corner, round the bend
Fingernails torn to the end
Bring back, bring back
Bring back, bring back on me
On me
I told them, we scold them
Can't console them always
Toy soldiers falling
Dominoes, but who knows?
Bring back, bring back
Bring back, bring back on me
On me
Yeah and I dream of falling stars
And tokes for all my friends
And I will live forever
Yeah and I dream of all I'm worth
And all along the way
And I will never even
Yeah and I will coast through falling prayers
And all along the way
And I will always listen
Bring back, bring back (I)
Bring back, bring back (Or)
Bring back, bring back (We)
On me....
Bring it back, bring it back on
Bring it back, bring it back on
Bring it back, bring it back on
song performed by by Nickelback

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Once Children Are Rifting
Once children are rifting
Mom tries to mend
She mends and mends and mends
Until she is powerless, it’s out of her hand
Once children are rifting
She still stands brave
For imaginative path
Uncontrolled it rift away
She dips into tears helpless
Once children are rifting
She pours tears immobilized
Asking God `` Set My Children Together``
Emotional and agonizing she converse
There are my children intelligent or disobedient
Still there are my children.Oh God!
Once children are rifting
It’s very unbearable and painful affair
For a mom to familiarity the moment
Still she stands next to them to mend till her
sky-scraping strength fade``Deceased``
poem by Ezna Stephna

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Children will Save the Planet
Children will Save the Planet
a new world will come,
all children will have fun.
Life will be happy and carefree,
Children will bring light wait and see.
Coming from a distant star,
Children bring knowledge
and know how,
to make us all “live out loud”.
now appearances
are under disguise,
see it in the children’s eyes,
They will overcome,
all “forms” of ADD
and help set us free,
just you wait and see.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 3,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier

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Creative Mind
So gentle and warm
is the creative mind,
tender is the heart
for a creative mind.
You bring down the
love from heaven
with your creative mind
and thoughts from within.
A gift you have sharing
your inner feelings,
from your heart,
so the world can see,
the love you have
for the beauty of
things you see
through your eyes only.
(4-10-07)
Children Are Rifting!
Once children are rifting
Mom tries to mend
She mends and mends and mends
Until she is powerless, it's out of her hand
Once children are rifting
She still stands brave
For imaginative path
Uncontrolled it rift away
She dips into tears helpless
Once children are rifting
She pours tears immobilized
Asking God …. `` Set My Children Together``
Emotional and agonizing she converse…
There are my children …… intelligent or disobedient
Still there are my children.Oh God!
Once children are rifting
It's very unbearable and painful affair
For a mom to familiarity the moment
Still she stands next to them to mend till her
sky-scraping strength fade..........``Deceased``
(26th August 2011)
poem by Ezna Stephna

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It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative?
quote by Cesare Pavese

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Toss and Grab 1,
Kept you under the wings,
for you to grow warmer,
kept away those strangers,
for you to grow stronger,
picked those worms,
for you to grow smarter,
opened these two wings,
for you to grow wiser.
This world belongs to you,
my dear children,
You have every right to explore,
my dear children,
There may be petty problems,
on the way, children!
smash those issues,
my dear children.
Make mistakes, that,
not affect your health,
my dear children,
Take decisions, that,
not affect your integrity,
my dear children.
Be kind to your subordinates,
my dear children,
they are the ladder,
for you to climb up,
my dear children.
Get wiser day by day,
my dear children,
Speculation is not a plays,
my dear children,
you will bring corn,
my dear children,
They will bring husk,
my dear children.
When blow and share,
my dear children,
You will lose my dear children.
When there is a sale,
the market is quiet
enter to trade,
my dear children.
When there is a crowd,
everyone talks for million,
sell your share and run away,
my dear children.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

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Internet Cyberspace Slices Mind Time
who pays the piper
to play his pipe
children now on skype
follow in no groups
jump through no hoops
live in chicken coops
facebook email takes time
computer games hours do bind
internet cyberspace slices mind
never time to run catch up
many thoughts never written
shared in presence spoken
social networks
finger spoken
take list token
chance Russian roulette
six cylinders spinning
interactive rapport missing
imaginative creative childhood powers
story book adventures mysteries
cannot now compete with computer keys?
poem by Terence George Craddock

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1492. As children we were taught to memorize this year with pride and joy as the year people began living full and imaginative lives on the continent of North America. Actually, people had been living full and imaginative lives on the continent of North America for hundreds of years before that. 1492 was simply the year sea pirates began to rob, cheat, and kill them.
Kurt Vonnegut in Breakfast of Champions

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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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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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A Creative Heart
Where is a creative heart in grave,
all we pray for is acheivement,
ignoring our creative attitude and pure
heart, we keep praying yet our heart are creative in all areas,
can a creative heart be seen by a faded heart?
Indeed no heart is weak.
poem by Senator alufalism

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First Lived Empowering Dreams
I first lived my empowering
dreams, as awakening life lived on
imaginative inside, while I toiled tending
inanimate, repetitive, printing machines.
My imagination attains soaring power
to apprehend sweep away occasionally.
The tyranny of inappropriate employment
as apprenticed blue collared wage slave.
Now I empower my insomnia dreams with
robust theorem, a creative meditative lifestyle.
No constraints of time or constrictive space
can out measure, power applied released minds.
poem by Terence George Craddock

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Empower Insomnia Dreams
first lived my empowering
dreams as awakening
life lived on imaginative
inside while I toiled tending
inanimate repetitive
old printing machines...
imagination attains soaring
power to apprehend
sweep away occasionally
tyranny of inappropriate
employment as apprenticed
blue collared wage slave...
now empower insomnia dreams
with robust theorem of a creative
meditative lifestyle no constraints
of time or constrictive
space can out measure
power applied released minds...
poem by Terence George Craddock

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REALLY! How Imaginative
People have stated,
They 'see' themselves...
Depicted in your writings.
Do you find that to be a compliment?
Or is that to you a coincidence?
Purely circumstantial is it?
'I find that most strange.
Since most of my writings,
Are focused upon the sexual preferences...
Of bees vacationing alone without their spouses,
In the Antarctic.
And doing 'odd' things with the polar bears there.
You know...
In The South Pole.'
REALLY!
How creative.
And all this time,
I perceived your depictions to have a human element...
Associated with them.
I see this clearly now.
Very vividly.
'REALLY!
How imaginative.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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Bring em All In
Bring em all in, bringem all in, bring em all in,
Bring em all in, bring em all into my heart
Bring em all in, bring em all in, bring em all in
Bring em all in, bring em all into my heart
Bring the little fishes
Bring the sharks
Bring em from the brightness
Bring em from the dark
Bring em from the caverns
Bring em from the heights
Bring em from the shadows
Stand em in the light
Bring em out of purdah
Bring em out of store
Bring em out of hiding
Lay them at my door
Bring the unforgiven
song performed by by Waterboys

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Sweet Children
See a young girl so soft and blonde.
Doesnt attack me but she did once.
Intoxications in her veins.
Sweet young boy plays with her brain.
Lydiall bring to life.
What are your chance not to oblige.
Putting his hand on her thigh.
Ability has now been ripped.
Take it away, Id rather sit.
Sweet children, sweet children, sweet children. remember when.
Johnnys playing fun and games, or else hes ? in the storage shed? .
Running from the light of day, or maybe lie and celebrate.
The funny circus from his head.
Follow me if you understand.
Ill trick her so shell do it.
Then Ill sing and now we run.
Sweet children, sweet children, sweet children. remember when.
Sweet children, sweet children, sweet children. remember when.
song performed by by Green Day

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