Friday, December 14, 2018

Tackling-Tasks

Howdy folks! 

I've always applied this to any large task or project, breaking one down into segments, and although it seems to be such a simple minded approach, it puts one in a frame of mind that lessens any dread one may have when faced with a large and daunting task, because instead of dwelling on the huge, whole task, one then focuses on just a part at a time and as each part is completed, one then starts to feel like they're accomplishing something, which in turn is encouraging to keep going until the whole task is completed. 

"Tackling Tasks"
Tackling Tasks poetry by/copyrighted to Artsieladie
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Life’s so much about mountains we must climb,
Particularly those requiring huge chunks of time.
But if we focus only on the mountains, whole,
Impossible it seems then for us to reach our goal.

We can easily get discouraged dwelling on the whole,
Making the end result seem like such a distant goal.
But if we break a giant task into smaller parts or pieces,
We can then proceed to tackle it, as the dread decreases.

As we complete each part, confidence we build,
Knowing progress we’re making, not by dread, stilled.
As the completed parts, a larger piece, become,
We can know we're closing in on the total sum.

The more we accomplish towards our intended goal,
The more we are encouraged to complete the whole
And when upon, we are, that last and final stretch,
We know that giving up is not a choice for us to fetch.

The next time you are, with a giant task, faced,
Divide to make the whole, by parts, then replaced.
Focus on one part of your intended, final goal,
Then another and another, 'til finished is the whole.

Life is about mountains we must climb, overcome,
With lessons intertwined we are to learn from.
We can either face them with unproductive dread
Or tackle them, determined, surmounting them, instead.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-11-04 01:05:00 (EST)
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"Have a blessed day; count your blessings, every one,
As your day begins, throughout, and when your day is done."
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Thursday, November 1, 2018

Skeleton-Crew

Howdy folks! 

I was late posting this last year on my Heartbeats blog, because it took me almost a month to complete and I also have/had other, more pressing priorities. Real life always takes precedence and being creative, as much as I love creating, is something I do as I can, when I don't have other things to do that need to be done. I'm just now deciding now to add it to this, my Rhymetyme blog, since I didn't last year.

While creating this piece, however, I began believing I wouldn't ever get it finished because I kept thinking of more elements to add. I love adding details and I feel it's well worth the extra time involved. The title I decided to go with does give new meaning to the term, 'skeleton crew', though. hehe 

"Skeleton Crew"
Halloween art by/copyrighted to Artsieladie
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"Fright Night"
- with artwork, "Skeleton Crew"

At last the night is here,
The night of fright and fear;
The night of Halloween,
A ghastly, ghostly scene.

As witches make their brew,
Calling on the Skeleton Crew
To, from their slumber, rise
And meet without disguise.

The moon is full and bright
To make luminous the night,
As amber flames flicker in each lit Jack
And lick the brewing pot, burning it black.

With winter's breath coming, near,
On October's night, the last this year,
The chill to the bones, not in the least,
Matters to those who have deceased.

As spirits awaken, rattling their bones,
With a chorus of their moans and groans,
Rustling Autumn leaves blanketing the ground,
A symphony commences of an eerie sound.

Distant werewolves with blood curdling howling,
Are now on the hunt, have begun their prowling.
The owls are hooting, "Who-who-who who-whooooo,
Who dares to venture out this night through?"

As the graveyard comes alive with the walking dead,
Who've been sleeping restlessly in their earthly bed,
Waiting for the celebration, an annual eventful night,
When spirits mingle, old and new, a welcomed sight.

There are stories to be told, legends to be read,
Like Sleepy Hollow, the horseman with no head.
There's news of the living that must be spread,
Like who among the living is about to join the dead?

Ah, it is a Fright Night, one that spooks the mind;
One that's to the living, an event often quite unkind.
But to the spirit world, it's a night looked forward to,
The annual congregation of the Skeleton Crew.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Art/Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2017-10-31
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"Have a blessed day; count your blessings, every one,
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Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Halloween-2018

Howdy folks! 

"When true to ourselves and real we live,
We need no mask for an illusion to give."
~ Artsieladie Quote 

Halloween is great for stirring the imagination. 

"Halloween - 2018"
Halloween-2018 art/poetry by/copyrighted to Artsieladie
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It's all Hallow's Eve, with tricks up their sleeve,
Trick or treaters have begun their descending
Upon this spooky night, packed with fright,
Along with spirits of all sorts attending.

As Casper says, "Boo" and the owl says, "Who-o"
And Jack's face is lit up and bright;
The raven's arrived and is still unwived,
No change in his loveless plight.

The moon has risen, free of daylight's prison,
And now sheds light on an earth below,
That's ready and waiting and anticipating
Another grand and spooktacular show.

Over tall, naked trees, wherever they please,
Witches, on their brooms fly high,
Not wishing to spar, avoid bats' radar,
Searching for food in the sky.

With moans and groans and rattling of bones,
Skeletons start their waking and stir,
To rise from their bed, the unresting dead,
As the wind gossips among the fir.

Goblins and ghosts and all such ghoulish hosts,
Are out and about for their party time.
Unmasked, naturally scary, all living be wary
And even before the midnight chime.

Now on the prowl, the werewolves howl,
Each one a starving, treacherous beast.
The thirsting vampires with bloody desires,
Are seeking necks to gorge on and feast.

Fast asleep is the sun. Hallow's Eve's begun.
As screams echo the sound of fright and fear;
The creepy are walking; prey, they're stalking,
Reaping souls before the dawn gets here.

To be up for the task, do wear your mask,
For you must blend in with the scene,
To keep safe through the night, hidden from sight,
And to survive the night of Halloween!

🎃 Happy Halloween! 🎃
💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Art/Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
Art: ©2018-10-28 11:57:00 (EDT) 
Poem: ©2018-10-28 12:18:00 (EDT)
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Thursday, October 25, 2018

Flying-Monkey

Howdy folks! 

The term, 'flying monkey' is used in psychology, referring to a person who believes and believes in another person under false pretenses and is usually associated with narcissism and narcissistic abuse, since narcissists (narcs) are known as masters of manipulation (especially through gaslighting) and of disguise (many 'masks'; impostors); are pathological liars, are extremely arrogant (either to cover their high level of insecurity and low self esteem - 'vulnerable narcissism' or because they really believe they're perfect - 'grandiose narcissism')

The person believed in, projects themselves as one of good character, when in fact, they aren't. Narcs are shallow and spineless, lack the ability to empathize, love, feel remorse, or care about anyone other than themselves. They insatiably crave attention, respect, Love, admiration, adoration, acceptance, etc., but since their personality type ultimately undermines and destroys that which they crave, to compensate they're boastful, they lie, and manipulate to control another, unable to comprehend that the very tactics they're using are really working against them. 

Flying monkeys believe in the goodness of another, though falsely projected, and are different than enablers, since enablers merely either go along with or cover up an abuser's bad behaviour. Empaths are particularly vulnerable, are easy targets for a narc and empaths provide narcs their 'narcissistic supply', which narcs feast on. Since empaths are caring, compassionate, and nurturing people, who see good in others, they're an easy mark for a narc. 

"Flying Monkey"
Flying Monkey - poetry by Artsieladie
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was once your Flying Monkey,
For I believed so much in you.
I sang loudly your praises,
As Flying Monkeys often do.

To believe you to be a narc
Was farthest from my mind,
But a heart believing can
And often is so blind.

I defended you many times
Knowing I'd be reprimanded,
Ostracised, belittled;
As crazy, even branded.

Even when the red flags
Kept appearing one by one,
I then made excuses, many,
For your wrongful deeds done.

I was warned by others,
But when one's heart is true,
They will remain steadfast;
Stay loyal through and through.

The only colours that I saw
Were of rose coloured glass.
All your other colours hidden,
In a character, cruel and crass.

I gave willingly of my time.
Endless hours were consumed,
Doing things for you, your dream,
As your ego soared and bloomed.

When the red flags became
Too many to overlook, ignore,
To be fair with you, still,
Your reason I then asked you for.

Instead of appreciating 
The chance I gave you to explain,
You attacked me viciously
And began your smearing campaign.

Your other Flying Monkeys 
You then sicced them on me,
'Cause truth I'd learned about you,
Others might also learn and see.

No morals, no ethics,
No values, no integrity,
No remorse, no shame,
No compassion, no empathy.

You're just a narc
With no heart or soul;
Just emptiness inside,
A huge, black hole.

All these years and still,
Your stylus, never does it move.
Still arrogant and superficial
And stuck in your ego's groove.

But 'this' Flying Monkey
Has landed now on solid ground.
I see you for what/who you are
And truth rings a freedom sound.

All your Flying Monkeys
Can, your bidding, do,
But eventually all will learn
The truth and will bid you then, adieu.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-10-25 09:44:00 (EDT)
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"Have a blessed day; count your blessings, every one,
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Sunday, October 21, 2018

Hands-On-The-Clock

Howdy folks! 

Time seems like such a 'simple topic', but time is so very precious. Yet, I dare say, we waste so much of it and on things so foolish, frivolous, pointless, and petty, like senseless bickering, attacking each other for no valid reason, taking from others, dwelling negatively on our differences, lusting for money and materialistic possessions... to name some.

"Time, we take it for granted, our life, throughout,
Until we have no more time to even talk about."

~ Artsieladie Quote 

"The Hands On The Clock"
The Hands On The Clock poetry by Artsieladie
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The Hands On The Clock go round and round,
Regardless of silence or of sound;
Regardless of what is in the air,
Joy to reap or grief to spare.

The Hands On The Clock keep on turning,
Regardless of contentment or of yearning;
Regardless of whether those so dear
Are lost from us or we're holding near.

The Hands On The Clock go right on spinning,
Regardless of whether we're losing or winning,
Whether a battle or race or a climb so high;
Whether under the moon or the sun in the sky.

The Hands On The Clock in constant rotation,
For time's committed to endless duration.
Our own world can stop in the beat of a heart,
But time ticks on with no end to restart.

The Hands On The Clock, always in motion,
No counter clockwise, just forward devotion,
Regardless of what with our time, we do,
Each tick of time has just one single debut.

The Hands On The Clock keep ticking away,
Constantly, continually, day after day.
We can't stop time but we can learn to cherish
Those who are dearest before they perish.

The Hands On The Clock warn us with each tick
That we're wasting moments that add up quick,
When life and Love for granted, we take,
Until there's no more time to, adjustments, make.

The Hands On The Clock, each hourly chime,
We seem to hear not the ticking of time,
Until at our end we are forced to meet,
Realise that our time we can't repeat.

The Hands On The Clock are tick-tocking away,
Second by second and day after day.
Whether we use wisely or waste the ticks,
Time says only to us, "Macht nichts"!

The Hands On The Clock, be vigilant with, to,
For today is the day without further adieu
To make each moment count, as well our blessings;
Cherish and savour life's garnishes, dressings.

The Hands On The Clock tick to remind us
Not to waste time on things that blind us,
But to instead honour the life we are livin';
Exalt our Creator for our life He's given.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-10-09 17:46:00 (EDT)
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Credits - image:
Author: geralt
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"Have a blessed day; count your blessings, every one,
As your day begins, throughout, and when your day is done."
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Gift-Of-Time

Howdy folks! 

Delilah, on her radio show last Christmas season (2017), talked about giving the Gift Of Time. Hence, this poem came to me as a result. She has a wonderful, positive, uplifting show, which on she encourages folks to Love and be kind to one another and she encourages those discouraged not to give it up. We need many more of her in this world. 

"Gift Of Time"
Gift Of Time poetry by Artsieladie
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Of all the gifts you give, have you ever thought
To give the Gift Of Time, a gift that can't be bought?
It seems we're so preoccupied with giving gifts, the reason,
To consume our time so much through the busy Christmas season.

We run up the credit cards to buy material things,
Thinking the gifts we buy, happiness it brings.
But afterward, when Christmas is behind us once again,
We have to work double time to pay for all the gifts then.

But it's time with our Loved ones that means so much more,
A priceless gift we need not to work any double time for.
Things materialistic, the novelty of fades and goes away,
But memories made through the Gift Of Time, with us forever stay.

The returns would then be 'to each other' and not to the store,
Where many stand in line to exchange the gifts we work to pay for.
With the Gift Of Time an exchange occurs but not in retail,
But of reciprocation where memories made can't ever be for sale.

Memories with Loved ones are so precious to always treasure,
Which only with the Gift Of Time can we increase the measure.
The more time we give, the more we, our memory bank, fill,
That one day might have to sustain us, our last day, until.

Since we never know what tomorrow holds for us to face,
All the memories we make today might have to take the place
Of someone dear to us through the rest of our tomorrows.
Precious are then our memories to soothe us through our sorrows.

When we waste our time on things that matter less,
It is time lost we can't gain back to then readdress.
When there's no more time left to share and to spend
Time with someone dear to us, the regret of has no end.

So let us all remember that materialistic things
Cannot ever replace what the Gift Of Time brings.
Let us not reserve just Christmas to our precious gift, give,
But all throughout the year to enrich our lives as we all live.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2017-11-27 00:25:00 (EST)
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Credits:
Inspirational: Delilah
Image: Pixabay.com Author: geralt

"Have a blessed day; count your blessings, every one,
As your day begins, throughout, and when your day is done."
~ Artsieladie Poetic Quote
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Sunday, September 30, 2018

Gardener-Of-Love

Howdy folks! 

"The more we want to possess,
The more we invite added stress;
Our contentment and peace of mind
And true happiness, not apt to find."
~ Artsieladie Quote  


"Gardener Of Love"
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I'm not rich with money
And be, I never will
For it's not a path I've chosen
Nor in my garden, till.

Other things matter most
And always will to me,
Things born of Love 
Our eyes can never see.

Only a humble heart
Can in their heart sow
The seeds producing flowers
Of Love to then only grow.

There is no room for ego;
There is no room for hate,
Nor for greed and selfishness,
With Love inside a garden's gate.

When we plant the seeds of Love,
It's a priceless, worthy toil,
Since all opposing weeds 
Are then banished from our soil.

All the weeds of traits
Upon which the ego feeds,
Will have nowhere to germinate,
Where Love is all that breeds.

As with any garden growing,
There's a need for rays of sun,
But too, there must be rain
For growing to be done.

As better gardeners we become,
We learn that toil and pain
We must endure and overcome,
If we hope to harvest gain.

When we fertilize with kindness,
With compassion and with care,
With empathy and forgiveness,
We'll have lots of Love to share.

As our garden grows in riches
That can't be by money bought,
Only those with weedy gardens will
Resent us for what they haven't got.

Blessings we tend to overlook
And not realised, hence, before,
Love gives us the vision to see
How blessed we are and more.

Then for our many blessings,
With gratitude, we garnish
Our garden with more beauty,
To polish, instead of tarnish.

In the process of our growing
We learn what matters most,
That humility and modesty
Trumps ego within us to host.

We learn money and possessions 
Are at best barely secondary
And cultivating traits of Love
Are foremost, first, and primary.

We learn that contentment
And a peaceful state of mind,
Brings happiness and joy
That by money we can't find.

We learn that our wants
Become then less and less;
As long as our needs are met,
Our life reaps happiness.

When our needs are met
Is when we have enough;
Is when we feel contentment,
With no want for other stuff.

I'm not rich with money
And be, I never will
But my garden's rich with Love,
Since Love I choose to till.

I'm not rich with money;
It matters not to me,
For I'm a Gardener Of Love,
As God wants me to be.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-09-28 11:48:00 (EDT)
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Credits:
Inspired by Mohammad Zafarullah Khan Marwat and the poem he shared, "Drinking From The Saucer" by John Paul Moore. A heart that can and does appreciate this poem, is a heart truly blessed. 

"Have a blessed day; count your blessings, every one,
As your day begins, throughout, and when your day is done."
~ Artsieladie Poetic Quote
Art by Artsieladie

Stew-Of-Life

Howdy folks! 

"The person who we are; the person who we carve
All depends upon what we feed and what we starve."
~ Artsieladie Quote 

"Stew Of Life"
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Think of your life as a delicious stew or sauce,
The more you keep it cooking, the less you'll want to toss,
If you're adding ingredients, character delicious
And for your soul, spiritually nutritious.

You will relish its flavour more, through and through,
The more you keep it cooking, the more you stir your stew.
The better it becomes, the better sauce you'll make,
If you keep your Stew Of Life cooking, barring any fake.

Ingredients added to your pot, keep adding to restore,
Things not to be forgot, like Love, kindness, more.
Ingredients to omit, so your stew gets bitter not,
Are hate, resentment, jealousy kept out of your pot.

It's important, too, to keep your flame adjusted
Stirring at a simmer, parts won't then get crusted.
Neither will your stew scorch, on the bottom, burn,
If you remember to keep giving your stew another turn.

Your stew will then be tasty, inviting, and delicious;
Your stew will warm hearts, be sustaining and nutritious. 
Create your own blend, one that others cannot clone,
For you want your stew to be unique and all your own.

How you treat others' hearts, what you add to your stew,
Speaks in volumes unabridged, the unique dish of you.
Whether to be savoured or a flavour to refuse,
It's all up to you by the ingredients that you use.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-09-30 17:53:00 (EDT)
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"Have a blessed day; count your blessings, every one,
As your day begins, throughout, and when your day is done."
~ Artsieladie Poetic Quote
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Saturday, September 29, 2018

Talking-Through-Our-Problems

Howdy folks! 

"With the right approach, ANY problem can be solved,
When BOTH sides decide to keep their ego uninvolved."
~ Artsieladie Quote 

"Talking Through Our Problems"
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Talking Through Our Problems with the intent to resolve,
We deny the elements in our nature, preventing us to solve.
Talking Through Our Problems with resolution as our goal,
We exhibit we want harmony among us and every living soul.

Talking Through Our Problems with our egos set aside,
Problems get solved and guilt can't then hitch a ride. 
Talking Through Our Problems with an honest, open frame of mind,
Valuable lessons are learned and when we're considerate and kind.

Egocentric people are immature, like to keep the drama stirred
And have no desire for solutions, as dissension is preferred. 
Since their ego must be pleased, they must have their own way,
Making compromise impossible and resolutions kept in delay.

Talking Through Our Problems without the need to be right,
We allow our vision to expand to make greater then, our sight.
Talking Through Our Problems being honest and sincere,
We cultivate our courage to be greater than our fear.

Talking Through Our Problems, mindfully with respect,
Our personal differences have no influence, have no effect.
Talking Through Our Problems knowing we all have faults,
Blame becomes pointless among mature, rational adults.

Humble folks are more mature; they seek peace and harmony
And have learned the value of selflessness, as well, integrity.
Humble folks have open hearts without their ego in control
And therefore, value others' feelings that matter on the whole.

Talking Through Our Problems, violence is not a choice;
Revenge is off the table with understanding in our voice.
Talking Through Our Problems, we seek to compromise,
Where all sides give and take to reach a mutual enterprise.

Talking Through Our Problems to confront them fair and square,
Relieved then are our hearts, leaving us peace within to bear.
Talking Through Our Problems, the problems go away,
No longer lingering to steal our peace on any future day.

The wisest folks among us know, to avoid extra grief and misery,
Problems must be addressed and solved to keep peace and harmony.
Talking Through Our Problems to seek and obtain resolutions,
Minus the stupidness of our ego, we're wiser to then find solutions.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-09-26 19:39:00 (EDT)
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Monday, September 17, 2018

With-Friends-We-Fly

Howdy folks! 

"Friends are blessings in our life,
Who with us share both joy and strife."
~ Artsieladie Quote 

"With Friends We Fly"
With Friends We Fly - poetry by Artsieladie
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With Friends We Fly,
With friends we soar.
With friends we cry,
With friends we roar.
With friends we shine,
With friends we glow.
With friends we learn,
With friends we grow.
With friends we bond,
With friends we share.
With friends we give,
With friends we care.
With Friends We Fly,
With friends we land.
With friends we Love,
With friends we stand.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2014-09-17 08:16:00 (EDT)
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Tuesday, September 4, 2018

The-Visit

Howdy folks! 

This is a story in the form of a poem about an abused horse and the girl who healed the horse's broken trust and spirit through her Love and kindness. There's a moral to this story, of course. Healing can happen with all our wounds, if we allow Love in our hearts to work its magic. I hope you enjoy! 

"The Visit"
The Visit story/poem by Artsieladie
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My name is Lemon, without the 'ade'.
Not for my colour though, hue or shade,
For I'm a pinto with brown and white,
Said to be pretty from distant sight.
But up close is a different matter
Or so it's said among human chatter.

My outlook on life is rather grim.
Seeing my sweet side is very slim.
As my name is indicative of,
I'm bitter, too sour for human Love.
Human hands have been unkind;
Have left me in this frame of mind.

Thus humans in general pass me by,
Care not to learn about the why
Or what brought me to my current state,
And made too fearful to change my fate.
My trust is gone, my spirit's broken.
Human abuse, neglect has left its token.

Although I'm now in a better place,
Where every human has a kinder face,
Memories rooted have made their bed,
Are overgrown and deep inside my head.
So, when human kindness comes my way,
I'm still trapped in my yesterday.

I long for the Love and the caring I see
Shown to my stall mates so liberally,
But there seems to be an invisible wall,
I feel so isolated inside my stall.
No human is willing to take the chance
To befriend me in my lonely circumstance.

But then one day my stall door opens wide
And a girl named Shelby slips through inside.
She has with her a book and a chair
And by the door she sits quietly there.
She says nothing to me as I roll my eyes,
Pin back my ears with my defensive disguise.

She just opens the book and starts to read,
Pays no mind, giving my 'tude not a heed.
With myself positioned against the farthest wall,
And what seemed like forever, as I do recall,
She sat quite still, read and munched a bit,
While I pawed and snorted and threw a fit.

But all of my antics she simply ignored,
As into her book, her attention she poured.
"Hmmm.. This is a human unlike all the rest,
Who hasn't run, although I've tried my best
To frighten her and to scare her away.
Yet, here she sits. Is she here to stay?"

Up until now I've been preoccupied 
With antics to cover my fear inside,
But now my defenses are slowly receding,
As a new feeling has begun proceeding.
I detect an aroma, my nose is seizing, 
One I vaguely remember, but so pleasing.

Now that my focus has been altered bunches,
I can hear, see, and smell, what on she crunches.
As my mouth waters at the sound and the smell,
I can't deny myself what I'd like as well.
Slowly, gingerly, I venture in her direction,
Pausing repeatedly still fearing rejection.

For the first time, she looks up from her reading
And she smiles at me with a friendly, warm greeting.
She pulls something out from the bag she's carrying,
Offers it to me but fear is toughest when burying.
Though my ears are pricked forward in anticipation,
There's rippling through me a strong sensation.

Like electrical shock waves, old memories ignite,
Seizing like demons to keep me trapped in fright.
Though I hear her voice beckoning, calling to me,
Old memories revived block out her kindness to see.
With ears pinned back and fear in the driving seat,
Back against the wall like before, I again retreat.

I watch her closely, expect her to leave,
As all humans have done because they believe
My behaviour depicts my nature as unruly and mean
And I'm quite sure she will too, flee the scene.
But the girl only resumes her former attention,
Reading as though there'd been no intervention.

I relax a little as I begin to wonder about why
She hasn't left me alone with a hasty goodbye.
Why she is still here I can't comprehend.
I'm starting to hope for a different trend
Than the one I've been living based in fear.
Can I really trust this human sitting here?

Though puzzled, perplexed, and confused no doubt,
Taking command, my curious nature pushes fear out.
Again, I move slowly towards the girl who's seated,
Convincing myself by fear I won't be defeated.
But this time and although I'm just inches away,
Reading still, no attention on me does she pay.

How can she not know I'm standing so near?
Perhaps, she's expecting the same to reappear
Like before after her being to me kind and sweet,
Because of fear, I made a quick and hasty retreat.
How do I tell her I won't again act as before,
That it's her attention I wish to only implore?

Her attention for, how long must I wait?
Will my fear return too large to abate?
Her munching on apples and carrots sliced
Has peeked my interest, has me very enticed.
I muster the courage and nuzzle her book
And finally she of me then takes a look.

She puts to her mouth what mine's watering for,
Again the munching I've heard often before.
Can't she see I'm wanting, hoping for too
What she is savouring with every chew?
She acknowledges my presence again with a smile,
As I witness her demeanor of a gentle style.

As she took from a bag another two pieces,
My desire then swells, greatly increases.
She popped one in her mouth, began to chew
And as she looked at me, smiling, too.
Then she offered to my delight and glee
The other slice and so pleasing to me.

As I lipped the treat gently from her hand,
A bond was forming, I'd soon understand.
As she spoke softly in a calm, quiet voice,
It was a moment I'd treasure, in, always rejoice.
Instead of reading her book, she'd been reading me,
Searching to find to my heart, the unlocking key.

She made no advances, just stayed in her seat
And continued to give me treat after treat.
When the apples and carrots were finished and gone,
She slowly stood up with a sigh and a yawn.
As she clutched her book and folded her chair,
She spoke softly to me with a voice of care.

"I must leave you now, but I shall return,
For about each other, there's much to learn."
As she slipped through the door, I felt sad,
But with the hope she'd return, made me glad,
For there was inside me a new ray of hope.
Waiting for her next visit, I knew I could cope.

The next day arrived and with dawn's first beam
I wondered if The Visit had been only a dream.
The morning passed slowly, as did the afternoon.
Then evening came and brought with, the rising moon.
My hope was fading fast along with the day.
Then as my heart was sinking, I heard her say.

"So sorry I'm late, but my word I'm keeping,
For I must do so for my restful sleeping."
She had no book, no chair, just a bag of treats,
More apples and carrots, nature's own sweets.
Her presence I knew then was genuine and real
And I can't describe how elated she made me feel.

She opened and slipped inside my door.
I nickered a greeting I'd not done before.
As she gave me a treat, my neck she stroked
And for the first time, I felt joy invoked.
Inside of me there was not an ounce of fear.
This human's kindness to me is crystal clear.

For days she came just to visit with me,
And I looked forward for her face to see.
Each day she came she brought some treats
And I'd nicker softly to her upon our greets.
Though I didn't understand all her chatter,
With her petting me gently, it didn't matter.

Days turned into weeks, then into months on end,
With her wavering not from the start of this trend.
Each new step we took throughout my retraining,
Her gentle and kind way kept on remaining.
The fear and distrust that once humans created,
Another human's heart of Love removed, vacated.

We work together, my aim is to please;
We play together, I'm always at ease.
We go on adventures, explore together.
She needs not for me a rope or tether. 
My world has changed into one that's bright,
Even sunny and cheerful in the dark of night.

My name is still Lemon, but now with 'Ade',
Since I'm no longer bitter, sour, afraid.
Having been sweetened now ever so much
Through kindness and caring, a Loving touch,
My 'tude's adjusted with a much better perspective,
But with trusting humans, I'm careful, selective.

As for the girl, my human best friend,
For her patience and Love that helped me mend,
I'll always be grateful, loyal, and true,
For releasing me from the prison I knew.
Though all my bad memories cannot be ever erased,
I'm flooded with good ones, she has in me placed.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-09-04 16:17:00 (EDT)
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As your day begins, throughout, and when your day is done."
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