Monday, May 25, 2015


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"Memorial Day - May 25, 2015"
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God Bless America and all those who their lives, gave!
OUR DUTY is to honour, respect, their memories always save!

We have not our rights and freedoms without a costly cost.
We have our rights and freedoms BECAUSE of lives sacrificed and lost.
Therefore it is OUR DUTY for our privileges we must not neglect
To pay honour and tribute, be responsible and for them, show respect.

We don't have our rights, people didn't die for them,
So we could others abuse, bully, insult, and condemn.
People didn't give up their lives so we could desecrate what for,
To, their sacrifice, disrespect, dishonour, defile, and abhor.

We don't have our rights and freedoms to perpetuate more wrong,
But to use them to do right and for right, make our voices strong.
We, as Americans, must remember that it is OUR responsibility
To preserve what many died for, united and with utmost dignity.

Every time someone burns a flag, stomps and grinds it in the ground,
They are desecrating the sacrifice of those who gave for us, profound.
Every time someone uses their freedom of speech to bully, insult, harass,
They are abusing their privilege died for and should be kicked in their a**.

Those who don't appreciate their freedoms and their rights,
Who don't respect the privileges, so use them to start fights,
They don't deserve to have their rights and should be stripped away,
From all those who use them to cause harm, dissension, and dismay.

We are Americans of many colours, beliefs, creeds, and races.
We are diversified by default in many ways, all with different faces.
This is how America started, for freedom for one and for all,
We are only free because of those who have answered the call
To fight for, protect, and to keep us free, One Nation Under God,
How dare anyone desecrate the sacrifices and upon them trod!

They gave their lives. They gave ALL.
It's now OUR DUTY to answer OUR call,
To Honour, respect, for to them we'll always be in debt.
We must KEEP America free for them and NEVER to forget!

God Bless America! Please keep America free,
Keep in the hearts of Americans, it's OUR DUTY:
- To our freedoms, allow them never to be lost
Nor to forget those who gave the ULTIMATE COST.
- To preserve our rights died for and our rights we must protect,
And with honour give tribute to the fallen always with respect.

God Bless America and all those who their lives, gave!
OUR DUTY is to honour, respect, their memories always save!

Art/Design/Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
Poem: ©2015-05-23 11:11:00 (EST)
Art: ©2015-05-25 17:30:00 (EST)
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"Freedom isn't free for it comes with a sacrificial cost
Of lives for our freedoms, given up and lost."
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Friday, May 22, 2015


Greetings all, from Artsieladie!

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"The Measure Of A Man"

The Measure Of A Man is not in how muscled is his physique
Nor in his deepened voice but how gentle he can be and speak.
The Measure Of A man is not in the amount of hair on his chest or head,
But rather in his word, how true and well he stands by what he has said.

The Measure Of A Man is not in how few will him oppose,
But how well he'll stand his ground based on Truth he knows.
The Measure Of A Man is not in how well others he will please,
But in how well he can follow and his own heart appease.

The Measure Of A Man is not with how he's respected at his work place
But how he is revered, Loved, and respected in his home space.
The Measure Of A man is not in all that he owns and possesses,
But instead, in how he earned and acquired, reached his successes.

The Measure Of A man is not in how hard he can strike a blow,
But rather in how tender is his touch to allow his heart to show.
The Measure Of A Man is not in how right or perfect he can be,
But in how humble he is and if he can admit his own infallibility.

The Measure Of A Man is not in how many he's favourably impressed,
But in the quality of character of those he has and thus feel blessed.
The Measure Of A Man is not in how many women he can woo,
But to just one woman, how much he can Love and to her be true.

The Measure Of A Man is not in his physical strength or his male ego,
But in his strength of character, how well it will radiate and show.
The Measure Of A Man is not in how much is his wealth of knowledge,
But in being real and true to himself without fear to acknowledge.

"The measure of a man is not physically related,
But rather in his heart where his true measure's stated."

Poem/with quote by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2015-05-22 06:41:00
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Thursday, May 21, 2015


Greetings all, from Artsieladie!

I am a huge fan of OSHO. This quote by OSHO inspired me to write this poem:

"Love is happy when it is able to give something. The ego is happy when it is able to take something." ~ OSHO

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"Love Vs Ego"

Love Loves to give much, to make another smile.
Ego loves to give just an inch to in turn take a mile.
Love Loves being kind and caring with compassion.
Ego doesn't care except to for itself have passion.

Love is humble, modest, considerate, and forgiving.
Ego is boastful, self-centered is its way of living.
Love supports the Truth, in honesty Love believes.
Ego accepts and tells lies, its host it then deceives.

Love is about all good things humanity does possess.
Ego is about whatever works including wickedness.
Love follows the path of right where Love does belong.
Ego follows the easiest route whether right or wrong.

Love holds the answers to resolve all disputes.
Ego prevents solutions, stubbornly refutes.
Love is the healer for all hearts and souls.
Ego favours dissension and friction as its goals.

Love promotes peace, joy, and happiness.
Ego thrives in chaos with everything a mess.
Love is alive and born in every soul and heart,
Until ego takes command of our central part.

Love is our Precious Gift. Hatred is Its thief.
Ego aids the thievery promoting false belief.
Love sustains us with hope, brings to us relief,
When ego has betrayed us, laden us with grief.

Love brings redemption, is saver of the soul.
Ego justifies wrong, will jeopardise the whole.
Love frees the spirit to know the joys of life.
Ego traps with guilt replacing joy with strife.

The heart is made to Love,
That our ego robs us of,
If our ego by its demand
Is allowed to take command.

Love is then denied
Replaced with ego's pride.
The cost becomes high
Because ego will deny,
Take from us our Love
We're made to, for, and of.

"Love is the giver; ego is the taker.
Love is the real; ego is the faker."

Poem/with quote by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly 
©2015-05-21 10:44:00 (EST) All rights reserved.
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Tuesday, May 19, 2015


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"Love Is The Way"

When one lives to Love, they will Love to live,
When one Loves to live, they will Love to give.
When one Loves to give, is then freely giving,
They will come to know the true joy of living.

When Love becomes one's way of life,
Burdens will lessen as well as their strife.
They'll seek with Love to issues resolve,
For bitter resentments to dissolve.

When Love's applied, relieving tension,
Solutions form and end dissension.
When Love's applied, there is healing,
Making all involved much better feeling.

When one lives for Love, cherishes The Gift Divine,
All other ways of life they will then from resign.
For Love becomes the Way, the Only Way that's right,
Purifying one's heart while bathed in Truth and Light.

Love Is The Way and we're all free to choose,
Love for the winning score, or against for to lose.
Love Is The Way and the Only True Way to live,
And one who lives to Love, grows then Love to give.

A garden full of Love can't spare room for weeds,
Cultivated Love brings forth more of Love's seeds.
When Love Is The Way and consumes the heart,
Love is ever blooming in each and every part.

There's no fear of thievery when Love is only grown,
For should Love be stolen, It can only then be sown
In another's garden where Love will have a chance
To take root and blossom, to another's heart enhance.

"When we live to Love, we Love to live,
Are humbly grateful and Love to give."

Poem/quote by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly 
©2015-04-19 05:11:00 (EST) All rights reserved.
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Greetings all, from Artsieladie!

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"The Unspoken Knowledge"

I know more than I say and way more than I speak,
Of what I have learned, as the Truth I choose to seek.
I observe more than I say, notice way more than I repeat,
Pay attention to obscurities, drenched in knowledge sweet.

People say much more in what they do not say,
In what they avoid to address, they give themselves away.
I read between their lines in their hidden verse,
Where their real is exposed, are afraid of to disperse.

I note the inconsistencies, in my memory they're recorded
And when they show conflicting, the Truth I am afforded.
People only mind and thus will get angry and upset,
When secrets they are keeping and wanting to forget.

I invite anyone to think a stupid fool am I,
Because my heart's voice will not be quiet, shy.
Please be my guest, assume what you will,
Whatever floats your boat, gives you a thrill.

But don't be too surprised, if when me you try to fry,
You find yourself already cooked and hung out to dry.
Because as I go along, I am acutely made aware
Of both what is said and the avoidance of with care.

When people with me try to pretend
They are my buddy, they are my friend,
I'll let them believe that I think they are,
Frenemies are focused on by my super keen radar.

When someone sneaks around and behind my back,
Thinking I'm not seeing, that I'm not keeping track,
Of whom I can or cannot Trust, this is how I'll learn,
Who is really true and who will try to me, burn.

I suggest to all those who try to pull my leg,
It won't take me long to figure you and peg,
But you won't know this. You won't have a clue.
You'll think you're fooling me but I'll be fooling you!

Now, special verses I am including here,
Just to make a point very, very clear.
Mess with my heart or assist someone to,
Be prepared then, the rewards awaiting you!

Cause my heart great pain, heartache, and grief,
Just to please your ego or to be a jealous thief,
Or for any other reason you choose, elect to justify,
The world will learn who you are with proof as my ally.

I know when I'm being fooled and I know when I am not.
If the fore you choose to partake of, it won't be forgot.
I will forgive though, for with my forgiveness I am free,
But the forgiven by shackles of guilt, will laden be.

Oh, yeah, I do, know way more than I say,
But this doesn't mean I'll give this all away.
Especially to one pulling wool over my eyes,
And I KNOW they are in spite of their disguise.

Poem by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly 
©2015-04-26 02:25:00 (EST) All rights reserved.
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Saturday, May 16, 2015


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Mistakes, we all make them, no one is exempt,
But they only lessen us if we try and attempt
To refuse acknowledgment, make claim of them, avoid,
When our ego and its pride has launched and been deployed,
Using justification tactics convincing ourselves to believe
Accountability isn't needed to be bothered with, conceive.

But Mistakes are life's way of teaching us important lessons
And they bring into focus gratefulness for our many blessin's.
As well, Mistakes help us to keep our egos in check, subdued,
Reminding us we're not infallible so our humility stays renewed.

But Mistakes made can't help us if we, when making them, deny
And then wiggle out of accountability by using excuses to justify.
Our ego and its pride will prevent us from acknowledgment,
Shutting out humbleness, preventing us to make atonement.

There is a price to us, a cost that we must pay
When we listen to and allow our ego into play.
Instead of us being able to clear us from our mistake,
Without accountability for, guilt will us then overtake.

We will be a slave to our ego then, placed under its control,
While the chains of guilt imprison our precious heart and soul.
Guilt doesn't leave us until we, ourselves become humbled
And admit to our Mistakes for the guilt to then be crumbled.

There also is a cost so great for our character is diminished,
Until we are accountable, our respectability is finished,
For there can be had none, no integrity, honour, or respect
For one who, for their Mistakes, responsibility they reject.

But on the flip side, there is great reward to be had,
When we acknowledge our Mistakes, not only are we glad
To be relieved of the burden that guilt upon us lays,
But we gain back our character pluses in so many ways.

When we admit to our Mistakes, our respectability's back in place,
Empowering us with knowing we have the courage then to face
Anything that may tempt us wrongly, that may cause us to fear or dread,
We're blessed knowing our strength and courage for days that lie ahead.

"Life's about learning lessons, many taught through our Mistakes,
But lessons can't be learned until acknowledgment for, one makes.
Only when we acknowledge our Mistakes and for them confess,
Do we learn and note the lesson to improve ourselves, progress."

Poem and quote with, by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly 
©2015-05-06 08:36:00 (EST) All rights reserved.
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Greetings all, from Artsieladie!

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"Changed Name Became Changed Game"

If you don't want me around,
You won't need to ask me twice
Nor not even once with
The chill as cold as ice.

I see there has been
The changing of the guard.
The former warm and sweet,
The new now cold and hard.

You use a different name for me.
Am I to take it on the chin?
What exactly is it
That you're trying to rub in?

Did you think I wouldn't notice?
Or did you know I would,
To make things clear to me
That I'm no longer any good? 

You should know by now
That my radar isn't weak
And the game not to play with me,
Is the game of hide and seek.

It's amazing how things change
In the blink of an eye,
All because I questioned you,
Dared to ask you why.

Suddenly your Love
You felt for me PROFOUND
Has all but dissipated,
Now has a hallow sound. 

It is so hard to find
Love that is true.
Some bumps in the road
And all becomes askew. 

I put my Trust in you
When I gave to you my heart
Not thinking you would take it
Then tear it all apart.

I believed you and in you,
Thought you were an honest man.
Never for a second did I think
Deception was your plan.

I professed my Love for you.
You professed to me the same.
Though it is your Love that wasn't real,
You want me for mine to feel the shame.

Now you address me no longer with affection.
The name you're using spells clear rejection.
I couldn't help but notice your obvious clue
Telling me I mattered not any more to you.

So I made my exit, for not wanted any more,
I don't stick around and I'll take the exit door.
I wished to be wrong, for the same I prayed,
But you never called me back so away from you I stayed.

Although it was painful, broke my heart in two,
I had to know truly how much I meant to you
And when you never tried again to be in touch with me,
My heart knew and saw then what it didn't want to see.

But I was left to deal with all the feelings and emotion.
No longer could I express my Love for you and devotion,
Though it still remained, it was forbidden to impart,
And so my Love burned a huge hole, a void in my heart.

So when my name changed when me you did address,
Your message was loud and clear, though you won't confess.
But I hope you're happy now, you won, then my heart you broke,
All using and in the name of Love, to make my heart a joke.

Poem by Artsieladie/Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly 
©2014-12-09 03:44:00 (EST) All rights reserved.
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Friday, May 15, 2015


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"Lenses Of Love"

When we see with our eyes, we can only see,
What our own thoughts allow for our vision to be.
When we see with our hearts, we remove the door,
Barricading our view from seeing much more.

When we see with our hearts, we see others' as well
And so know they have feelings that within them dwell,
Reminding ourselves we should treat, handle with care
The hearts of the souls where within are tender and fair.

We must be respectful of theirs as we'd like them to do
With our own hearts that have feelings, tenderness too.
When we see with our hearts, we broaden our view,
Because the Lenses Of Love we then see through.

The Lenses Of Love have no frames to wear over our eyes
For there is no frame possible to contain an infinite size.
But the Lenses Of Love reveal with colour so bright
A luminous spectrum so breathless, a Magical Light.

The Lenses Of Love bring into view
The Elements of Love, each brilliant hue
Of Compassion and Kindness, Empathy and Caring,
Understanding, Forgiveness, Giving and Sharing.

These colourful hues so warming invite
More pleasant reception to then incite
The desires in hearts, differences resolve,
Begin building Trust and egos dissolve.

The Lenses Of Love beckon to in hearts reflect
Strobes to entice too intense to reject.
Thus a desire within is rooted and sown
To remodel a heart where only Love's grown.

When we see with our eyes, we have limited sight,
But when we see with our hearts, we let in the Light
Through Lenses Of Love, we have colourful vision,
For the Elements of Love, we make provision.

"See with your heart through Lenses of Love
And your eyes will be filled with the Wonderment of."

Poem/Quote by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly 
©2015-05-15 12:12:00 (EST) All rights reserved.
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