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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"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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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,
As your day begins, throughout, and when your day is done."
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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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