[Faith.Hope.Love]'s diary
Written about Saturday 2014-11-15
Written: (3659 days ago)
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"Heart Art"
| When one is left speechless by beautiful pearls spoken, When absent are the words adequate to show as a token Of feeling humbled and honoured, with appreciation profound, And totally overtaken by their sweet, melodic sound, Then one must search, seek to find another, creative way To express how touched their heart is, all to try and say. When so delicious are the words, sweet cuisine for the heart, One must express their elation from within their deepest part. A thousand words, it's said, lies within a photo taken, But within a work of art can be a message unmistaken That words cannot say to describe what's in one's heart, But only can be portrayed within one's work of art And when is used the canvas, as well the paint and brush, Is from the Vault of Love, only then can bring the rush Of emotions, giving freedom to the passions deeply of, What makes the heart beat faster, which only can be Love. |
Art/Design/Poe
Inspired by Qazi Qamar Qamaruddin, both his words and character of excellence.
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What brought about this art and poem...
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"How Do I?"
| How do I tell you how much you mean to me? How can I convince you, make you ever see? How do I show you all the Love for you in my heart? How can I reveal to you, you're in my deepest part? How do I let you know, I enjoy listening to all you have to say? How can I portray to you I respect you highly in every kind of way? How do I convey to you, my world, you, with colour fill? How can I inform you I admire your each and every skill? How do I tell you how honoured to know you I feel? How can I convince you I am proud of you surreal? How do I show you that just your presence brings me smiles? How can I reveal to you I feel your warmth in spite the miles? How do I let you know how much you amaze me? How can I portray to you, your beautiful heart I see? How do I convey to you I am thankful for you every day? How can I inform you I'm blessed by you more than I can say? How do I tell you, you inspire me without end? How can I convince you I mean the words to you I send? How do I show you how amazing you are to me? How can I reveal to you your awesomeness I see? Oh, how do I make sure you know all of these and more? Do you really even want to know? I'm not even really sure. But tomorrow is not promised, only is the here and now, And I'm not one to chance losing, saying what I feel and how, For I would regret more not saying what I feel, Should tomorrow never come and my chance away, steal. It is better to Love another heart even if it's not received, Than it is to leave a heart barren with Love not born, conceived. It is better to have Loved and lost than to have never Loved at all, For there is no heart so broken as one that's missed Love's call. To Love and to Love truly, a heart must be willing to take a chance, To permit itself to be vulnerable, allow another heart to glance And should the other heart be moved to a much faster beat, True Love may be born as the two hearts touch and meet. |
Written by Artsieladie/Sh
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| Qazi Qamaruddin: Beautiful poetry, my dear friend Artsieladie! Like rainbow colours, Like rainy showers, Like Bouquet of flowers, God bless you forever ♥ ♥ .......... Some random thoughts came to me, yet not within the fours of poetic narrative but indeed a voice of my heart and mind.. Hope you don't mind my wise friend! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) It's really, Awesome my sweet friend Artsie! Its amazing so pleasing, whatever words composing! Its surreal and sweet, What a truthful you tweet, It's heart-to-heart and the soul to soul, A feeling so beaut! No need to tell, it's both way, as well. Two hearts, two minds, are ever synchronise, At the equal wavelength, having solid strength! It's a mystical mode, In the hearts,tis abode! on the single pathway, having similar road! Both walk and talk, nowhere could block, mesmerise, surprise, both share, stare, eyes into eyes! A gaze, amaze, a charm to chase, Two equal heartbeats, same wishes, same needs! unto the sky, they glide and fly, And the Love multiply! ............ God bless you. ♥ ♥ :) :) Sharon Donnelly: Dear Qazi Qamaruddin... :) :) ♥ ♥ Sorry for the delay, pause in my reply, But with your words, I simply couldn't deny My heart to have its say In a different kind of way. With these Precious Pearls, my words just can't compete With words so very fragrant, delicious and so sweet. My heart then only knew What it wanted and must do. The finest canvas with brushes just as fine, And with special paint from this heart of mine, Magic was released and directly from my heart Comes with Love for you, my heart's work of art. Mr. Moon was watching with on his face smiles, As I added moonbeams to reach across the miles To touch a special heart who illuminates my own Much too brightly to conceal or to not be shown. God bless you always and forever. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ In regards to your words and if I mind, my dear friend? From your heart and mind are pearls that transcend! |
To all the liars and those who cohort with the liars!
Happy Haunting!!!
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"Hijra Mubarak" - Qazi Qamar
By Artsieladie/Sh
For Qazi Qamar Qamaruddin
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"Enchanted"
| When Enchanted by Love, Trust is the key That unlocks the door to set Love free. Pearls are the words, but actions of, measure, When supporting, are then the gems to treasure. Your words are fragrant like lilacs in the spring; Serenading my heart, melodic, they sing. Tranquil, soothing, when I despair. Caressing my heart, cradling with care. Hydrating my spirit through times of drought; Soothing, smoothing, my wrinkles of doubt. Repairing and strong when I feel broken; Velvety gentle, carefully spoken. Colouring my world when dulled with pain; Bringing rays of sunshine through pouring rain. Restoring my worth severely charred; Respecting my character, though grossly marred. Patiently supportive, breaking each fall; Uplifting my short, making me tall. My castle of comfort in a world so scathed; My hearth of security, I'm warmly bathed. My Rock of Gibraltar against crashing waves; My beacon of Light from darkness, saves. | Recharging my Faith, reciting His Word; Living His Way, clearing my blurred. Teaching me patiently, consistently kind; Touching, inspiring, my heart and mind. Blessing my life in countless ways; Never ceasing my heart, to amaze. My vessel of wine overflowing my flask; Intoxicating joy for my heart to in, bask. Showering my soul with the scent of serene; Nurturing my heart with your delicious cuisine, Basted in Love and with hugs so tight, Making what's wrong, Magically right. My passion capturing, My joy enrapturing, Mesmerising, Hypnotising, Magically woven, Magically spun Magically cast, Magically done. Words are just words, empty and bare, Meaningless, common, never are rare, Until they are kissed by the Magic of, And so, are they, Enchanting with Love. |
Poem by Artsieladie/Sh
Inspirational credit: My Love, Qazi Qamaruddin
With graphics by Artsieladie...
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Pewter7...
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Without the words...
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Guess you didn't like my last secret diary entry, eh Mr. Snoop? Too bad! THIS is MY life and YOU have NO say!!!! pfffft
You don't have a problem, now do you, Mr. Snoop? You threw me away like I was nothing. It seems someone else sees and treats me differently and much better than you ever could or would.
"King Of Manure"
Thank you so much for denying me access to your dying site,
Where all I was doing was spending all my time, day and night.
I have now since found there's a world beyond,
You set free this fish from your stagnant pond.
At first I was lost sadly at sea,
Until along came someone who rescued me.
He's everything wonderful, all that you're not,
And he has helped me to know better, and you I forgot.
In my mind and my heart, your presence is gone,
I've been brought to a brand new, wonderful dawn,
Where there's no hint of you, not even a trace,
Nor your vile friends who defile and deface.
Now I'm treated with admiration and respect,
Opening my eyes to see you're just a reject.
You've gotten your wish. I hope you're pleased,
For I've too got mine, my heart is appeased.
Have a nice life, may you reap what you sow,
Your garden of weeds where no flowers grow.
My new inspiration makes me so Loved feel,
Replacing your fake, with honest and real.
As you slammed the door shut, spit, and laughed in my face,
Another door opened and now joy is all I gladly embrace.
The pedestal you're on is one for sure,
Enjoy your throne, King, "King of Manure"!
~ Artsieladie 2014-10-14 05:40:00 (EST)
Well, Hedda, that didn't take you too long, did it? A little less than an hour after posting my comment and bam! You knock me off the Internet. Has anyone ever told you that you oughta' GROW UP!? :/
Be careful of the Truth because it just 'may' blow up in your face. This usually happens to those who try to hide the Truth. Then the one who exposes the Truth gets ostracised for exposing the Truth by liars who lie, deny, and defend their lies.
| I came across this link, "Top Ten Fallacies About Islam". It is my strong, compelling wish for the world to learn the Truth about Islam, not fall for, believe, nor feed into the many misconceptions being spread around the world, designed to shed very negative concepts about and to turn people against Islam. I have had the distinct pleasure and honour to become acquainted and close friends with many Muslim People. What the terrorist groups like ISIS spread is hatred and violence, not Love. These terrorist groups 'claim' to be following the Islamic Faith, but in actuality, they're using Islam to promote their evil agendas. True Islam is about Love and Peace. When I think about it and look back over my life, I've always been distressed when I learn of another or others being unjustly treated and/or accused, mistreated, misunderstood, etc. and I will always root for and support the underdog, the wrongly accused, abused, etc.. This hasn't changed. Being in situations where I was the receiver of the aforementioned examples, particularly in the most formidable years, set the stage I think for me to have a deepened compassion paired with a surreal understanding for those wrongly accused, abused, misunderstood, etc.. Therefore, the lessons, the less than pleasant situations, as a child and early adulthood particularly, but more of as well during my life, were/are the ground work, the tools, to prepare me for a much bigger purpose, which I may be just entering into now. Maybe not, but maybe. Ever since 911 especially, Muslims have been increasingly targeted, criticised profusely, and labeled as spreaders of hatred and violence. Gradually since this awful day, I have felt an increased desire to learn what's real about Islam and what is propaganda designed to spread hatred against Muslims. I am now reading and studying The Noble Qur'an and I am delighted to say, I now have my very own. http://islam.a |
| My AWESOME, REAL, TRUE friend's words, a person of INTEGRITY, CLASS, VIRTUE, TRUTH, HONOUR, RESPECT, etc., etc.. ...and even with all the success, awards, and highly respected social status, he is and remains humble. To be respected and admired by him, a person of his "Caliber of Character", there are no words to describe what this means to me, ESPECIALLY after being put through hell, so cruelly and viciously ostracised and bullied by Hedda and several others involved on Elftown and then being made to have to put up with him invading my privacy STILL; listening in on my phone conversations, getting into my computer, my online accounts, messing with my friends' accounts and devices, and the list goes on and then people SUPPORTING THIS! HEINOUSLY DESPICABLE!!! Then "I" am expected to grovel, to accept the blame for ALL of "their" wrongdoing! Yet, I'm called crazy, the lunatic because I refuse to go along with their will, their INSANE line of thinking. pffffft This makes Hedda's opinion and all those who support him's opinions dead in the water and shows them as the spine- less, despicable people they are. So, let's see, a hacker and eavesdropper into peoples' private lives, stealing their work, using people to abuse them, and then lying about them and slandering their names to cover up what you're guilty of doing? Nice for your resume, Hedda. May I suggest you list "these beauties" first? Let people know who and what you REALLY are. You can't even come close to be the kind of person Qazi is because you'd much rather be a rotten bastard. Users and abusers are losers! Liars and deniers are expires! The REAL shame in all of this? Hedda IS capable of GREAT things, GREAT, GOOD things. He's just unmotivated to and too lazy to pursue what's the best within him. Hedda would much rather be a low-life instead. |
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"Thee Master Of Love"
| No hobble, no noose, no chain, nor rope, Shall tame my spirit nor steal my hope. My spirit, my heart, my soul, born free, Shall remain unbroken as meant to be. No form of control shall such a burden I bear By those self serving, with arrogant air. For I shall not be herded, corralled, restrained, By those with agendas, for evil, ordained. On the path least trodden, wild and free, Where Love and Truth allures, entices me, Not by force, but with Velvet Reins, Not by deceit, but of Truthful Grains, Is where my spirit, my heart does roam, Is where my soul of loyalty rests at home. For the Path of Truth, is Freedom’s Path, The Path of Love and free of wrath. From the Vineyards of Life’s Grapevine, With Vessels of Love’s Sweetest Wine, My thirst is quenched but still I aspire To follow the Light, my internal desire. My hunger satisfied, yet never completely, For Grains of Truth appease me sweetly. No hobble, no noose, no chain, nor rope, Shall tame my spirit nor steal my hope. My spirit, my heart, my soul, born free, Thee Master of Love is Thee Master of me. |
Poem by Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2014-09-20 05:05:00 (EST)
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Inspired by God/Allah ♥
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"Inner Power"
| Be the best of you, the best of who you are; Emancipate yourself to illuminate your star! Accentuate your positive, in yourself believe, All that you perpetuate, you will then receive. Weed out all the negative, meant to dim your Light, Cultivate the best in you, keep this in your sight. Life will throw us curve balls when we least expect, But we're just being tested to know what to reject. Keep your attitude positive, be grateful everyday For each and all your blessings that have come your way. Remember to be kind, considerate, show compassion, These are key positives, never out of fashion. Do onto others as you would like done onto you, Show respect to receive respect, this remember too. Do not let mistakes deter you from your mission, For they must be made for success to reach fruition. Lessons in life must be learned, scars, some will leave, Let them be reminders of your courage, over, not to grieve. Life is an adventure, with each day a brand new quest, With new challenges to face, face them with your best. There is an Inner Power in all of us called Love, It is the very best from which we're all made of. We release our Inner Power, when we're the best of who we are, And the Light that emanates outshines the brightest star! |
Art/Poem by Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2014-08-23 17:22:00 (EST) All rights reserved.
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#Poetry #RealMen
A real "gentleman" with a heart that's true, gentle, and kind...
"A Real Man"
| Any man can be physically strong, But a real man is gentle and kind. Any man can be tough and stern, But in a real man softness one can find. Any man can be ruthless with his dealings, But a real man credits others for his success. Any man can denounce he has feelings, But a real man has courage, will them, express. Any man can feel superior, feed his ego, idealise, But a real man practices humility, in self ratifies. Any man can demand loyalty, honour, and respect, But a real man earns these before he'll expect. Any man can presume, state he's always right, But a real man admits his wrongs without a fight. Any man can be brutal, use physical force, But a real man, diplomacy he does endorse. Any man can show aggression, claim possession, But a real man curbs his anger, uses discretion. Any man, a woman, can harbour lust for, But a real man knows Love is the real, true score. Any man can readily see a woman's outward beauty, But a real man seeks her within as his desire and his duty. Any man can guard his innermost part, But a real man knows and shows his heart. For it takes a real man to his feelings express And it takes a real man to them 'intimately' undress. |
Written by Artsieladie/Sh
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#Gifted #GiftedChildre
I can relate to this article most definitely. As a child I always felt I didn't belong; I didn't fit in; I was strange, unlovable, unworthy, except with/for the beautiful and saving, Loving support and faith in me by my Beloved Mother and a few supportive adults in my life who told me I was ahead of my time, incredibly mature for my age and Gifted. Otherwise, I was belittled, made fun of, mocked, etc. unmercifully by other children, by some teachers, and by my stepfather in cruel ways such as being told I was stupid, ugly, retarded, a waste of space, weird, that my Mother should have aborted me, I would never amount to a hill of beans, the world would be a better place if I wasn't in it, etc..
But I was Gifted! As much as I was ridiculed in regards to who I was myself, my creative side I was highly admired for, even by those who otherwise ridiculed me. So even though I was otherwise deemed worthless, my Gift of artistic and creative ability was considered to be remarkable and it is through my Gift that I was able to see at least, some self worth in spite of having my worthlessness driven home with me by others but not enough to deter me from harbouring a deep desire to be more like others. I craved being accepted and Loved.
I went through this internal battle for years. But it's my Gift that has always gotten me through. If I couldn't please another or others by being me, I could always please others with my artistic skills. As much as this may seem like a detriment, it very much so, was the silver lining, the "Gift FOR the Gift" because feeling rejected was the catalyst for intensifying my desire to strive for perfection, to be the best I could possibly be and not just with my Gift but with myself as a person as well.
This sparked in me that I had something to prove, that all those who mocked me, put me down, told me how worthless I was, etc. were wrong. I looked at my situation as, I had two choices. I could either 'be' as they said I was/am -or- I could be 'not' what they said. Not liking what they described, I chose the latter because through my Gift I knew I had in me the determination to prove the offenders wrong. I knew I couldn't do much about my looks, but myself as a person, "I" was/am in command, not others.
I still struggled with being accepted however and thinking that if I did things perfectly, then others couldn't find fault with me and would then accept me. This instilled in me profoundly the desire to seek the nearest to perfection I could possibly achieve, with my art, with myself, with everything I set my mind to. To this day this internal drive remains. I am my own toughest critic. However, I am now ridiculed and criticised for being this 'striver for perfection' AND by the very same types who mocked me and ridiculed me when I was a child. Only now, I've come to realise through life's experiences, I am not the one with the lack of worthiness. Those who mock me, ARE.
When you have no other choice than to be alone, feel alone, you realise the person you're alone with me, yourself, MUST BE a person you can not just put up with, but Love. So in the whole process of striving to be the best me I can, I've also achieved being a person I enjoy being alone with. I no longer need nor do I seek the approval or acceptance of others because those who reject me aren't people I want to be accepted by any longer. Although life's been a bit rough at times, I have found peace and comfort with who I am. I have found people who practice and appreciate the true values of life as I do, respect and admire me 'for me', for 'who I am' as a person. Therefore, those who don't, don't because of their own inadequacies, not mine.
The point to this is not about what I've been through. It's about making the choice to rise above those who judge you, who put you down, but in actuality are so lacking themselves the maturity, the self discipline to cultivate the traits and characteristic
Therefore, with my deepest and most profound thanks, I say "thank you" most especially to Hedda, the patron saint of 'respect for people's privacy' integrity... *cough cough* ...and ALL those who support him with his mockery, belittlement, etc. of me for objecting to him violating MY privacy, because you ALL have shown me so clearly the type of person NOT to be like in any way, shape, or form. Continue onward being your "worst of selves"!
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These two paragraphs particularly point out some questions I still ask today and frustrations I still feel deep inside...
"Because gifted children are able to consider the possibilities of how things might be, they tend to be idealists. However, they are simultaneously able to see that the world is falling short of how it might be. Because they are intense, gifted children feel keenly the disappointment and frustration which occurs when ideals are not reached. Similarly, these youngsters quickly spot the inconsistencie
When gifted children try to share these concerns with others, they are usually met with reactions ranging from puzzlement to hostility. They discover that others, particularly of their age, clearly do not share these concerns, but instead are focused on more concrete issues and on fitting in with others’ expectations. Often by even first grade, these youngsters, particularly the more highly gifted ones, feel isolated from their peers and perhaps from their families as they find that others are not prepared to discuss such weighty concerns."
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