Sunday, June 28, 2015

Understanding-An-Element-Of-Love

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

Compassion, when paired with understanding,
Differences are resolved without reprimanding.
~ Artsieladie Quote


 "Understanding, An Element Of Love"

To understand you I wanted, this was my desire,
All you truly are, as is, for this of you I did aspire.
Perfection wasn't necessary, wanted, or by me pleaded,
Just to know your true self was all I ever wanted, needed.

To Love another deeply, a deeper understanding must be sought,
To cultivate deeper compassion, instead of doubtful thought.
Understanding is paramount for true compassion to be shown,
Especially during times of differences for respect to be kept known.

Deeper understanding decreases assumptions to be made,
Leading to misunderstandings, allowing dissension to invade.
Clear, honest communication is essential, an absolute must,
To deepen understanding between two and to build trust.

When one understands another, they aren't likely then to be
Judgmental of the other, but compassionate, when they disagree.
Agreement is not possible one hundred per cent of the time,
But with understanding established, Love remains sublime.

When Love's going swimmingly, it's the time to bolster strength,
To cultivate Love's Elements to perpetuate Love's length,
For during difficult, stressful times, when Love is being tested,
Survival of Love will depend upon what two hearts have invested.

Love has all the answers needed through good times and the bad
But few believe enough in Love's Magic, which is tragic and so sad.
Understanding, an element of Love, vital to, essential,
Lacking in Love's Equation will be direly consequential.


Poem by Artsieladie / Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2015-04-07 14:05:00 (EST) 
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie
Art by Artsieladie

Hope-For-The-World-Resides-In-Love

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

Where Love lives, hope does thrive.
Humanity needs both to survive.
~ Artsieladie Quote


"Hope For The World Resides In Love"

How can we hope for the world to change,
When we aren't willing to make the exchange
Of applying Love instead of hate,
Of telling Truth and of lies negate?

We do wrongs we know better naught,
Then get angry when we get caught
And then justify to avoid confessing,
Blame another for our transgressing.

We're ego rich, humility poor
With brain evolved, yet immature.
Understanding is in short supply,
We judge before we know the why.

We impose on others and then condemn
What we wouldn't accept ourselves from them.
We aren't interested in seeking resolutions,
Unless favourable for us are the solutions.

We declare others wrong if they don't agree,
With limited vision we lack the sight to see.
We want what we want when we desire
Without having to earn before we acquire.

We want more and more, are thankful less.
Upon ourselves we bring undue stress,
Supplying us with a shorted out, much shorter fuse,
Patience gone we abuse as ourselves we then excuse.

We assume the worst, given the choice,
Complain a lot, we'll use our voice,
Until against wrong we must speak,
We then become silent and meek.

We compromise when we should stand firm,
For our principles and values we should affirm.
But when we should be yielding, bending,
We are stubborn, rigid, denying mending.

We humans must like to keep attorneys employed,
For the Components of Love we make null and void,
Which keeps us then in constant dissension,
While lawyers make money of great dimension.

We put all our faith in materialism,
Worshiping 'things' is our realism.
We humans have Love, we Love to hate,
The darker side we Love to accentuate.

We apply more effort with projecting fake
Than we do with our real to better make.
If we turned just this equation around,
We would reap rewards so profound.

Is it any wonder why big problems can't be resolved,
When little ones between two people can't be solved?
They can't be solved 'cause one side or both will not give
An inch to listen, to reason, to understand, to forgive.

How can we hope for the world to change,
When we are not willing to rearrange
Our attitudes to Love and others lift,
Apply, incorporate, our Precious Gift?

Hope For The World Resides In Love,
What we're all made from, for, to, and of.
Of all our resources, always renewable,
Love's the Answer and Always Doable!


Poem by Artsieladie / Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2015-04-10 22:11:00 (EST) 
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie
Art by Artsieladie

Broken-Hearts_The-Mending-Process

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

When our heart is wounded, leaving us with pain to keep,
We then must find a way to mend, repair the chasms, deep.

From the inside out, it's paramount that we heal,
To ensure we expel the toxins rather than conceal.
For should the toxins be allowed to remain and stay,
Like cancer, they will eat one's heart and Love away.

~ Artsieladie

 "Broken Hearts: The Mending Process"

Only Love can heal our battered, broken hearts;
Only Love can mend our shattered, broken parts.
Love does not break our hearts but circumstances can,
Preempted by another, a woman or a man.

When a heart is filled with Love to the very brim,
And is overflowing whether for a her or for a him,
For whatever reasons, the Love's no more received,
The one in Love remaining will be profoundly grieved.

When one Loves another but can no longer this express,
'Cause the one who was receiving has no more receptiveness,
The one still in Love is left with their feelings to with deal,
With no where to send them and too painful for to feel.

When one holds another's heart in their very special place,
There is no other heart to be inserted in this one space.
So there becomes a void the one will long for to fulfill,
All the while knowing they can't and know they never will.

When we feel a void within, it's a dark and an empty place
And when we know there's no one else to fill this empty space,
We are left with no recourse, no back up plan,
Because we chose to Love with everything we can.

Letting in another soul into our deepest, inner part,
Should they make their exit, shredded becomes our heart
And since this event takes place in the deepest, inner core,
Immense, raw emotions and feelings overspill and pour.

So often when we Love and two hearts apart, break,
We become so grief stricken, resulting  in heartache.
When emotions become raw from the devastating pain,
We seek ways to relieve ourselves to be happy once again.

We do not realise how vulnerable we have become
To negative forces lurking, tempting us to succumb.
When emotions are in chaos, we're not thinking straight
This is when we can be tricked into accepting hate.

Hate will knock upon our door, offering to replace,
The pain we're feeling disguised with a happy face.
We, in our state of mind, can be then enticed.
If we are not careful, our heart can then be iced.

Hatred is of the devil, regardless how it's cloaked,
When a heart is captured, the Love within is choked.
Though we may be tempted to take the quicker route,
When we alleviate our pain, we must question our pursuit.

We must remember shortcuts can cost a hefty price,
Our pain may be lessened but hate will take a slice
That will grow much larger than the entry point has made,
Spreading wide its toxins to consume our hearts, invade.

We can't allow hatred near our open wounds to lick,
For infection can set in, make our hearts become sick
With bitterness, resentment, vengeance and this sort
And once established near impossible to abort.

So when our hearts are shattered into a gazillion pieces,
Our hearts left vulnerable, as resistance then decreases,
We must be extra vigilant when seeking pain's relief,
Trading Love for hate is bartering with the devil thief.

So even though we're hurting like no other pain,
The stabbing to the heart and weighing on our brain,
We must keep in mind although we want to blame
The fault is not with Love. It is a human shame.

Why is this important to distinguish what or who's to blame?
Why must we analyze carefully and properly lay the shame?
It's because what we need most after Love's gone bad,
Is Love that is whole to heal us to once again be glad.

If we blame the Love, we open us to the bitters of hate,
Instead of healing and restoring Love, we'll worsen our fate,
For we cannot allow hatred in to replace our Gift of Love,
For if we do, we'll abandon and forfeit what God made us of.

While we are rebuilding again our Love and our Trust,
While we are relearning again and trying to adjust,
Another, crucial factor most important not to suppress,
Is not to hate the other's soul while the issues we address.

Yes, we are tempted to with our anger, concentrate,
Towards the other heart and soul, seek a vengeance state,
But this isn't wise nor in any way a productive plus,
For when we try to destroy another, we destroy us.

We must direct our anguish and frustration, make this our goal,
Direct against the deeds, but always spare the other's soul.
Remember the other person too is still a Soul of God,
And God will not be pleased if upon their soul we trod.

If we keep Love alive in our heart and the Elements of enabled,
Namely forgiveness and understanding especially being labeled,
The door of resolution will open then remain, instead of closed,
And the chance for healing of both hearts will not of be disposed.

We must find ways to purge our pain in ways that are constructive,
Not hold it in to fester nor wrongly direct to then be destructive.
If we hold onto Love, instead of trading It in for hate,
Eventually with time, we'll again feel joy to celebrate.

Only Love can heal our battered, broken hearts;
Only Love can mend our shattered, broken parts.
Love does not break our hearts but circumstances can,
Preempted by another, a woman or a man.


Poem by Artsieladie / Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2015-04-20 05:11:00 (EST) 
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie
Art by Artsieladie

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Seek-Not

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

Seeking desires of the flesh will reap short term gratification;
Seeking desires pleasing God reaps with Him, Eternal Ratification.
~ Artsieladie Quote

 "Seek Not"

Seek Not the desires of the flesh, seek those of the heart instead,
Where as long as God is Present, on the Righteous Road we'll tread.
Seek Not the carnal desires nor first what money can buy,
But first the Word of God, for on His Truth we can rely.

Seek Not to please the world of souls who have gone astray,
Only to please Our Lord and allow Him to show us the Way.
Seek Not to follow the path on which so many upon do trod,
Where one's soul can be tempted and lost from the Light of God.

Seek Not to please the ego nor to garnish ego's pride,
For a humble heart is a heart where God Lives inside.
Seek and accept not love that's generic, fake, or impure,
For only Love Born of God can bless one's heart, secure.


Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2015-04-18 13:20:00 (EST) 
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie
Art by Artsieladie

Real-Flowers

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

Real always, always trumps fake...
Real is always better than fake can ever be
For any flaws present paint individuality.
Fake is imitation, designed to conform,
Robbing the unique, the beauty of the norm.

~ Artsieladie Quote
"Real Flowers"
Poem/art by Artsieladie
PNG url: 
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hoJ6NbRsh3k/WaT7Fos65kI/AAAAAAAAIRo/92vxzTTa7zkaDIxaLPDeExGzaJ0NTG4HQCKgBGAs/s792/RealFlowersByArtsieladie2015-04-18_612x792.png

Real is always better than any lesser imitation
Fake can never trump real with its mimickation.
Would you rather walk among Real Flowers in a real flower bed
Or would you prefer to walk among flowers, plastic ones instead?

Would you rather look upon a bed of flowers, each uniquely designed
Or would you prefer them all to be exactly of the same, molded kind?
Would you rather smell the sweet fragrances, all specially blended
Or would you prefer the factory smell to have your nose offended?

Would you rather gently touch a flower to feel its delicateness
Or would you rather touch a flower unfeeling of your caress?
Would you rather be a flower, an original, unlike all the rest
Or would you prefer to forfeit how by God you've been blessed?

Real is always better with authenticity to claim.
Genuine trumps generic, putting fake to shame.
Would you rather hold Real Flowers gently in your hand
Or would you prefer them hard and cold of a factory brand?

Real Flowers are delicate, vulnerable, and tender,
Character specific, accordance with their gender.
Though each appears to have flaws, oddities possess,
Each God Made Perfectly with real purpose to address.

Real Flowers do not compete nor with themselves concern,
How other flowers are blooming nor like them do they yearn.
Real Flowers just bloom, displaying their very best,
Knowing their unique offering is by God's Request.

Each heart is a flower with each an original face.
Each heart is a flower in God's Garden of Grace.
God created NOT anything plastic, unreal, or fake,
For only with His Love did He all hearts Uniquely Make.

Real Flowers God Created, each of His Own Design,
Each and every one He Made with His Love Divine.
Dear Flower of God, more than good enough for me,
As long as you stay real is how I wish you then to be!


Poem/art by Artsieladie / Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2015-04-18 18:34:00 (EST) 
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie

Inspirational Credit:
Bruce B. Geibel,
a gentleman of honour, integrity, and virtue.
Art by Artsieladie

Power-Of-The-Pen

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

The Power Of The Pen can be mightier than the sword
Or soothingly caressing to a heart when drowning in discord.

~ Artsieladie Quote

"The Power Of The Pen"

The Power Of The Pen releases thoughts born of the mind,
Positive or negative, with insight or of ignorance so blind.
Thoughts untouched by Love possessed within one's heart,
Can be weapons of destruction when with pen or tongue, depart.
But thoughts of mind released, caressed by Love, embraced,
Can preempt reconstruction, make a wrong with right, replaced.

The Power Of The Pen, as with the power of the tongue,
Words from can wound another, if carelessly are flung.
When thoughts of the mind form with Conscience absent from,
Words then dispensed can create an impact hard to overcome.
Thoughts laden with the Truth and so, through words expressed,
Can hurt deeply when lies and betrayal have become undressed.

The Power Of The Pen can be a weapon and a shield,
But only can the latter be, if Words of Truth we wield.
Words of Truth can be harsh, difficult pain for bearing,
Even when expressed with Love from another's caring.
But such pain only lingers when our ego causes us to stumble,
For Love can only heal when we're in the state of being humble.

The Power Of The Pen can be a deceptive tool,
Is widely used by media to help the zealots rule.
Propaganda, derived from thoughts to serve their selfish need,
Controls the minds of masses, divides, all for power and for greed.
Only when the pen's power is reclaimed and by all The People used,
As one, in unison, together, will the zealots' powers then be diffused.

The Power Of The Pen, may or may not be understood,
But its power can be unleashed for evil or for good.
Of which depends upon where thoughts have their start,
Whether or not they've been reviewed first by the heart
And not just any heart but a heart with Love alive, endorsed,
So The Power Of The Pen presides with goodness reinforced.


Poem by Artsieladie / Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2015-04-18 23:00:00 (EST) 
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie

Inspirational Credit:
+Mr. PeterT 
Art by Artsieladie

Summary-Of-Us

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

If we were to think about it, should there be the notion,
We'd realise we're a summary evolving and in motion.


"Summary Of Us"

Who we are on this day is a summary of thus far
Of those who've influenced us, a summary of we are.
As we go through life, we become a melting pot,
Some experiences awesome and some sadly not.

Yes, there are lessons learned indeed along the way
And there'll be many more with every added day.
But of all we experience throughout our entire life,
The pleasantries and those that have caused us strife,
Life is made worthwhile by our beloved friends,
Who along ride with us around the curves and bends
And then there are the bumps, where sometimes we lose,
Someone dear to us but we wouldn't, didn't to, choose.

Who we really are is a little bit of every one,
We carry along with us through every day done.
We are not just ourselves but many the summary of
With the very best of us from all those we Love.


Poem by Artsieladie / Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2015-04-20 07:16:00 (EST) 
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie
Art by Artsieladie

Magician

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

In God and Love I believe. God IS Love I perceive.

 "Magician"

I Believe In Love. I believe in Magic.
Those who do not, this is so very tragic!
For Love is the Magic, Love has the Power,
Love's always right, every day and every hour.

Love can Heal the heart and can Soothe the soul.
Love can work wonders and achieve any goal
That is of a positive nature and is for good.
Among us believers, it's acutely understood.

For we believers know Love is always right,
The Gift of God, Love, keeps us in His Light.
All Love's Components, God designed so perfectly,
Giving us the Magic to live in peace and harmony.

Love can mend what's broken, anything can fix,
Resolve any differences, all pending conflicts,
If we choose the Path of Love and Love apply,
But many choose the opposite and I wonder why.

Love knows no boundaries, cannot be confined.
Love is so spectacular, Love can't be defined.
Love is God's Greatest Gift to all humanity,
Yet, so many deny Love, remain in misery.

Only Love can mend. Only Love can heal.
Only Love has the Magic, profound and surreal.
Only Love is The Way for Love is the Light
That God shines upon us on the Path of Right.

Within every one of us, this Power we possess,
For God does not discriminate, all He does Bless.
We each are His Magician, given the Magic Wand.
When we use His Magic, with Love we humans bond.

Being God's Magician, my Magic Wand I wave,
Knowing Love is gravely needed for this world to save,
I implore others to release their inner, Magic Power,
Don't let Love go to waste, your Divine Magic Dower.


Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2015-04-24 00:50:00 (EST) 
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie
Art by Artsieladie

Will-Not-Compete

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

Love is not about being a competition, for hearts are not prizes to be awarded and/or won. Besides, if you have to be someone you're really not or take on acting/behaving in a particular way to gain the affections of another, this isn't REAL Love and if the Love isn't real, what's the point in competing for such then anyway?

"I Will Not Compete"

With another woman I Will Not Compete
Nor in the game of jealousy, such a foolish feat.
If a man wants another or plural are his desires,
By all means he can seek them, stir up other fires.

But from his equation, myself, I will exclude,
If others he desires, reveals this aptitude.
I am not a prize to win nor am I a possession,
But a lady true, unique, and with discretion.

I will not seek to gain a man's Love or affection
Nor myself lower to present as a false projection.
If a man desires me, he must desire me alone,
To be his only queen to share with him his throne.

For when I Love a man he becomes my reigning king.
As his woman, his queen, he won't want for anything.
Since he will become the center, my world to focus on,
He cannot be just any man, especially some Don Juan.

A philanderer with an eye for wander lust,
Pretending to lower his gaze just to gain my Trust,
Is not a man I would ever want for keeps
For the world is chocked full of this type of peeps.

I am on purpose a woman worthy of respect,
I will not be a second choice, a fill-in or reject.
If a man seeks another woman besides or over me,
I will wish him well, I will set him free.

If a man wants women, I'll not stand in his way
While he entertains his ego with voluptuous play.
But this woman won't ever partake in such a game,
She respects herself too much to bring herself the shame.

There are many women who will seek a man's favour,
Will compromise themselves, his affection for to savour,
But I'm not one of them who'll lower myself for any man
Just to prove to him or me that I'm capable and can.

For there's nothing I need to prove to him or anyone.
I know and like who I am when each day is done.
If I'm good enough for God's Love as I seek His Approval,
But not for a man's, then from his life I'll enable my removal.

I am a modest woman with a reservoir of Love,
But I will only open the gate to a man deserving of.
A am a proud woman with pride that has been derived
From cultivating self respect, humility, not ego from contrived.

When a man I Love, comfort from another woman seeks,
Discusses me with her and against me he speaks,
He proves then to me his heart is one of deceit,
Not worthy of my Love, to fight for or compete.

So, with another woman I Will Not Compete
Nor participate in a torrid game of jealous heat.
When a man desires other women, finds them appealing,
I will make my exit in spite of Love for him I'm feeling.


Poem by Artsieladie / Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2015-04-27 02:14:00 (EST) 
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie
Art by Artsieladie

Until

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

We tend to think we can imagine how surreal Love is, the full magnitude of its wonderfulness, UNTIL we actually experience and are living it...

"Until..."

A glance is just a glance...
        ...Until the eyes of two GLANCES meet.
A smile is just a smile...
        ...Until with a SMILE another's you greet.
A heart is just a heart...
     ...Until that HEART beats for you.
A soul is just a soul...
     ...Until it's the SOUL you're connected to.
A hug is just a hug...
        ...Until you HUG the One you’re thinking of.
A kiss is just a kiss...
        ...Until you KISS the One you Love.
A dream is just a dream...
        ...Until the DREAM at last comes TRUE.
And...
Love is just a word unrealised...
        ...Until the One you Love, LOVES YOU!

Poem by Artsieladie / Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2015-05-10 02:43:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie
Art by Artsieladie

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

We-Humans

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

Humans are supposed to be the most intelligent, most evolved of all life forms. Hmmm... perhaps then, intelligence is overrated? ♥ 
"We Humans"

PNG urls:

Ah, yes, We Humans, with our brains so evolved,
With science and technology, we are so involved,
But through this process, we have gutted out our core,
Our hearts made to Love, now generic, aren't real any more.

Without hearts of Love, we now live in the dark,
Become appalled when of Light there is a tiny spark.
We dignify our egos, exalt them, with pride of, do acclaim,
Brag and boast about ourselves as humility wears the shame.

All the Elements of Love have become foreign ideals
And any hint of, we enact to procure quick repeals.
We are bored with contentment, peace brings us stress,
So we instigate with hatred to keep life in a constant mess.

We seek justification to avoid accountability.
We want to do our wrongs without liability.
Should we get called upon to make our wrongs right,
We then place the wronged in a shameful light.

We laugh at what's not funny, add our callous jokes,
We think bullying and antagonising are playful pokes.
We ignore the serious matters, completely tune them out,
When we should be focused on, spreading awareness all about.

Our heroes are sports' players and celebrities, like movie stars.
Our values are evaluated monetarily, like expensive cars.
Our favourite TV programs center around so-called reality TV,
All of which are faked dramas, to win our fake sympathy.

We condemn and criticise those who have the guts we don't.
Although we should be doing likewise, we know we won't.
We're afraid to rock the boat, be accused of causing trouble,
Because we don't want to shake up our own, little bubble.

We turn against each other to serve our, every selfish need,
Live to feed our lusts for power and our monetary greed.
We equate Love with sex and all sorts of disgusting porn,
Desecrating Love's Purity by which we are born.

Science has done wonders cultivating the arrogance of man
As man competes against to destroy Thee Master's Plan.
But plastic hearts that beat with ego's arrogance and pride,
Bear no gratitude or humbleness where Love does not reside.

Our generic hearts with plastic feelings and emotions,
Static electricity powers all the beating motions.
Love has been replaced with fillers in an attempt to imitate,
But only God has the Power, the Master Magistrate.

Yes, We Humans, the species of sophisticated souls,
We condemn angelic types while uplifting vile trolls.
We pillage and we plunder, we kill and destroy,
Have given Love its walking papers, while hatred we employ.

Yes, We Humans have worked diligently, have become obsessed,
To prove we are better than our Maker, deny how we are blessed.
Yes, We Humans have outdone ourselves, have proved our worthiness,
Our ability to complete our own destruction, our egos won't to, confess!

Yes, regretfully, I am a human much to my despair.
I wish I could divorce myself from this species to declare
Freedom from this race and all its appalling acts of shame,
For inside me still beats a real heart with God's Love to claim.


Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2015-05-15 04:25:00 (EST) 
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie
Art by Artsieladie

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Hugs-Are-Magical

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

Hugs are magical because they're a way to express Love and caring. Hugs are comforting. When a hug takes place, positive vibes and energy are interchanged between the two hearts hugging. Thus, both hearts in a hug benefit from the intimate connection.

Give a hug, the Magic feel,
The warmth inside, so surreal.
Give a hug born of Love
Two hearts'll reap the benefit of.

~ Artsieladie ♥ 

"Hugs Are Magical"
Poem by Artsieladie
Full Size PNG:
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2Xu2iYQkxY/VYZZboOOPMI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/_6c6am7y_M8/s1080/HugsAreMagical2-ByArtsieladie2014-09-25_1080x1008.png

Hugs Are Magical,
Always in style,
Warming hearts,
Making them smile.

Hugs Are Magical,
For they’re made of
A Special Substance is
The Magic of Love!

So hug another’s heart,
Put a smile on their face.
Together you both within
Will feel a happy place!

Poem by Artsieladie / Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2014-09-25 16:20:00 (EST) 
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie

Additional Credits:
Original photo author: Lucky Lee
Url: http://www.mrwallpaper.com/wallpapers/baby-foxes-1920x1200.jpg
Art by Artsieladie

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

World-Of-Colour

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie! ♥ *Update: 2017-08-02* 

"Colour their world, remove their hopelessness, their bleak,
Protect the innocent animals, defend and for them speak." ~ Artsieladie Quote.


Adopt, don't shop!
Spay, don't litter!
Save lives today, neuter and spay!

Being active with animal/pet rescue for many years, I've witnessed first hand how deeply sad it is to know so many animals, through no fault of their own, are abandoned, abused, neglected, etc.. Anyone who thinks animals do not have feelings, it has to be because they've never had a close and intimate relationship with at least one.

Although not all animals who end up homeless and at shelters are there because of neglect, abandonment, abuse, etc. but are there simply because the former owner can no longer keep or care for them, MANY of them are, many have been picked up as strays because their owners simply gave up caring for or being responsible for them and their well being.

Helping an animal find a good, permanent home, who otherwise faced a very bleak and dismal future, often premature death, because of either through fate to survive as a stray or being euthanized at a shelter because there are SO MANY homeless, has got to be one of the best feelings in the world. To be a catalyst for turning their grey, bleak world into one of colour, coloured with joy, belonging, and knowing the feeling of being Loved and wanted, is indescribable.

This poem is about a homeless dog longing for a "Coloured World" of Love, joy, and belonging to someone or ones who will care for him. I cried as I wrote this and I cry every time I read it because and for all the animals who are in such a desperate need of a good home with Love. I wish ALL animals could be fortunate to find and have a good, Loving home.


...And now a heartbreaking dilemma from a homeless dog's perspective... 

"World Of Colour"
Poem/art by Artsieladie
PNG url:
"Colour My World"

My world is cold and dark and grey.
The sun never shines to be happy and play.
The dark clouds hanging, always loom overhead,
Day after day, I ache with such dread.

No one to love me, not even care,
If I'm hungry or cold or lost somewhere.
I long for a petting, a gentle touch,
From someone that loves me; I long so much.

Each day I look for a rainbow to cross my sky,
A promise of someone that I'll catch their eye.
But as each day closes, hope fades, becoming slimmer,
Darker than night and its shadows, much dimmer.

But in my dreams as sleep overtakes,
I'm off to a land of no tears or heartaches.
In this "World Of Colour" is a rainbow glowing;
The sun always shines, not a cloud showing.

My heart is warmed with plenty of hugs.
I'm not even itchy from the biting bugs!
My bowl is full, garnished with treats;
My water is fresh, not from the streets.

My belly's not hurting from sickness or hunger.
There's someone to hold me when I'm scared of thunder.
A voice so kind of someone I hear,
Pleasant and cheerful, I harbour no fear.

A ball is thrown, a twig, a stick,
For me to fetch and return, reward with a lick.
My tail is wagging, overcome with joy;
Kisses by the dozens, I gladly deploy.

So much love, there's nothing I miss
In this "World Of Colour", this heavenly bliss!
But.. then I awake in the first grey of morn,
And sadly.. I've returned to the land of forlorn.


Poem by Artsieladie / Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2010-07-15 19:16:26 (EST)
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie
Art by Artsieladie

Scars-Are-Stars

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

Life's lessons are tough but they make us stronger, better, and wiser, IF we've learned them well. Some need repeating until we have learned the lesson being taught.

"Scars Are Stars"

When you feel disheartened and dismayed,
Remember other costs you've already paid,
Not to relive previous battle grounds,
But to remind you of the winning rounds,
Where you made it through, stronger than before,
And you will again, make it to the shore.

Allow your scars to be testimonies from your past,
That you have strength enduring and made to last,
Through all the storms and bumpy roads ahead
Focus on accomplishments, minimising dread.

We do not learn lessons for just ourselves alone,
But to help others, showing we have grown.
In life there are many lessons that must be learned,
Teaching us important things that only can be earned.

Wear your scars like badges, for strength from them to borrow.
Remember where you've been to look forward to tomorrow.
For all the lessons learned, you've earned your battle scars,
And in your book of life, they are your golden stars!


Poem by Artsieladie / Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2013-08-18 23:02:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie
Art by Artsieladie

Tree-Of-Freedom

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

We, The People, of the world need to awaken, step away from our comfort zones and make ourselves aware of what's REALLY going on in our world. We need to stop focusing on our differences and focus on taking the power away from the power hungry, greedy zealots and return the power back into the hands "of The People", where the power rightfully belongs but we can't do this when we are distracted and divided by our differences. We are allowing the zealots to "divide and conquer" us. By us not paying attention closely, by allowing mainstream media to feed us propaganda, we are way too willing to accept as truth, little by little we are losing ground to the zealots just like in this poem where the tree is being slowly chipped away.


"Tree Of Freedom"

There is a stately tree that stands proudly in the park.
Every day another chip is taken from its protective bark.
Days goes by, weeks, months, even years,
As the sound of the axe falls on closed, deafened ears.

Til one day the stately tree topples to the ground,
Its mighty thud is heard for miles and miles around.
As the people gather 'round, wondering why it fell,
There is a whisper in the breeze, a story it must tell.

"The tree, majestically it stood, so mighty and so tall,
Its value and its worth, for granted, taken by one and all.
People never noticed as it was chipped away,
As each tiny chip was taken day after day.
Not until the tree could no longer stand,
Have the people noticed its value, just how grand."

Like the stately tree that is chipped away,
Our rights and our freedoms, we're losing every day.
The government swings the axe as we pay no mind,
Each tiny chip taken, while we remain blind.

As the axe hits its mark, LISTEN to the sound,
SEE the chips fly and fall to the ground.
Now fast forward this, multiplied, ahead,
The math is very simple to do in one's head.

Are we going to wait until fallen is the tree,
Or are we going to save it, all for you and me?
It's time to take the axe from the abusive hand.
"People take back control! LET FREEDOM STAND!"


Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2013-07-14
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie
Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie
Art by Artsieladie

Path-Of-Least-Resistance

Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

The path of least resistance where most upon dwell
Requires little effort and so is traveled well.
The path of least resistance where values are ignored,
Is also the path where is reaped the least reward.
~ Artsieladie Quotes 
"Path Of Least Resistance"

The Path Of Least Resistance whispers in your ear,
"Come hither, follow me, follow me my dear.
Come, take the easy route, eliminate your stress,
As far as pain and hardship, virtually none or less.

You will not feel the need, nor will you have to bear,
Nor will you have to harbour the pressure for to care.
You can skate through life, never on thin ice,
Escaping responsibility will be very nice.

You will need no passion, no desire, nor to dream,
Because you'll have no goals for, to acquire or esteem.
But your life will be full of lots of wasted time,
And there'll be no mountains you will face to climb.

You can plunder, take whatever you please
With no accountability, life will be a breeze,
And at the very end of your journey, though unfulfilled,
You can say you made it with nothing being tilled.

There will be no legacy for you to leave behind,
Nothing to remember you in each and every mind.
So, you will leave this ol' world as naked as you came,
And when you're dead and gone, forgotten be your name.

Do follow the Path Of Least Resistance, the much easier course,
Your journey will be uneventful; no joy. No remorse?"


Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2013-07-13
All rights reserved.
To see more posts, check out the Sitemap.

Graphic pen by Artsieladie

Website: www.artsieladie.com
Blog: http://artsieladie-creative-corner.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
Blog (here): http://artsieladie-rhymetyme.blogspot.com/ 

For more Artsieladie Poetry:
My Website: https://sites.google.com/a/artsieladie.com/www/artsieladie-poetry
PoetrySoup: http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/Artsieladie
Art by Artsieladie