Monday, May 21, 2018

Smiles-n-Hugs

Howdy folks! 

Hugs bring smiles to hearts and faces,
Making both such happy places!
~ Artsieladie Quote 

"Smiles-n-Hugs"
Smiles-n-Hugs art/poetry by Artsieladie
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Smiles and hugs to give are free,
So no need to selfish be.
Give a hug with a smile,
Give a hug to bring a smile,
To another's heart,
To another's face.
Spread love and kindness EVERY place.

Since smiles and hugs nothing cost,
There's all to gain with nothing lost.
So be generous for the more you give,
The more and happier hearts will live.
Smiles and hugs, the magic of,
Is because they're made of love.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2014-01-10 18:07:00 (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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She-Followed-Her-Heart

Howdy folks! 

You can follow your heart all you want,
But if to a heart that's cold, nonchalant,
Or unreceptive for whatever reason,
It's best to say so long to a season
Where love once had a chance to bloom,
But the receiving heart for, would make no room.
You can't get blood out of a stone
And love for two can't thrive alone
In a heart of one, the other naught,
Where by their ego one is caught.
Arrogance does, humbleness steal
And the pride derived cannot feel
The love vibrations from another's heart.
So, this love for two can never start.
~ Artsieladie Poetic Quote 

"She Followed Her Heart"
She Followed Her Heart poem by Artsieladie

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She followed her heart to a distant shore,
And knocked upon the beckoning door.
The one inside when once did hear,
Although expecting, froze in fear,
And now refuses to let her in,
Denying love that could have been.

So in dreams she haunts his sleep,
Because of love he didn't keep.
Yet by day in shadows lurking,
Watches her as she's working;
While she plays and chats with friends,
On and on, it never ends.

Although so often, through glimpses caught,
She knows he's watching. He says naught.
Denying the truth, to himself he lies,
Continues charade in false disguise. 
For in her journal, a log well kept,
With data gathered, quite adept,
Evidence of, profoundly affirms,
Therefore, voiding his very own terms.

She followed her heart;
He denied his own.
She's moving on;
He's still alone.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
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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, May 10, 2018

Connect-The-Dots

Howdy folks! 

I am a GAZILLION percent AGAINST: house of windsor (house of reptiles/serpents) agenda, the one eye/masonry occult serving satan, jesuitism (the vatican), zionism (the fake Jews)... all luciferians, all scheming to bring the New World Order (NWO) agenda to fruition for a ONE world, communist/tyrannical government (ALL nations combined into ONE), ONE world army, ONE world church (to worship lucifer/satan/devil). If the NWO comes to fruition, expect BILLIONS of people to be slaughtered for their 'depopulation agenda' and any of the 99% left will be completely at the lucifer worshiping's mercy as slaves to serve their evil pleasures, with all kinds of torture especially being their top level pleasure and there will be NO escape! 

To help one to get a clearer picture of what it would be like on earth, if the NWO comes to fruition, just imagine the horrible situation in Syria right now and so many refugees fleeing the country for their lives. The zionist MSM is NOT telling us the Truth! The wicked elite, comprised of the aforementioned partners in crime, are plotting to set the stage for a World War III, and there are a number of covert operations underway to achieve this, because on the other side of World War III is the NWO's dawning. If this happens, the ENTIRE WORLD will be in the SAME STATE as Syria is right now, except there will be no place or country to escape to, because the ENTIRE WORLD will be under ONE tyrannical government. What the Syrians are suffering now, the whole world of the 99% will be suffering the very same and WORSE and we will have NO place to flee to! As long as we, the 99%, continue to let ourselves to be distracted and divided, all designed for us to be by the wicked elite, then we can plan on this unimaginably horrible event to eventually be our fate.

What are the majority of the masses, the 99%, doing? Focusing on anything and everything BUT educating themselves with the truth! Most will watch a stupid movie or TV shows that are designed to program our minds in the elitist agenda favour. So many go all gaga over celebrities who are paid handsomely to help program our minds. MSM/TV and Hollywood are zionist/wicked elite controlled. How many are totally drawn in to all the various sports? How many are money and possessions' driven? How many are still buying and believing the zionist controlled mainstream media (MSM)? How many are into all sorts of schemes to take all they can from others, whether some sort of scamming to steal through one means or another or by actually stealing/robbing outright? How many harass, violate, impose on, etc. others? How many actually care about other people? How many cultivate a character of excellence, of integrity and virtue, by cultivating the values a character of excellence comprised of, being honest and keeping their word, humble, respectful, compassionate, kind, forgiving, empathetic instead of apathetic, etc.?

I witness it every day on the 'Net how people are hateful, spiteful, mean, cruel, heartless, etc. with all the name calling and such vulgarity! How can we, the 99%, ever do anything to stop the 1% in control of the 1% who are in control of us, the 99%, if we continually play right into OUR enemies' hands? We are 'willingly' being a divided, dumbed down bunch of sheeple!!! 

Humanity's enemy has learned very well how to capitalize on and exploit all of our human shortcomings and negative traits, especially hate and its related traits, and we're offering no resistance! Our enemy is all about hate, deceit, and wickedness. The best armor we have against them is the opposite, Love, truth, and goodness. If we partake and join in and divide ourselves with the same hate, deceit, and wickedness as our enemy is, then we are literally handing our enemy the victory they're after, which is all wrapped up in their NWO agenda. 

We NEED to educate and arm ourselves with the truth and then seek unity with Love, truth, and goodness, ALL of us of the 99%.

I wrote this poem on February 28, 2018. I just came across and watched this video today and the video/documentary does an excellent job of reiterating the subject matter of my poem. I do spend a considerable amount of time, reading and listening for the purpose of educating myself with the truth. Weeding through trying to sort fact from fiction can be pretty difficult and even grueling at times. But I keep searching and weeding. My findings are touched upon in my poem in the hopes to either help to educate people and/or to inspire people to seek to educate themselves with truth.

It's nearly three hours long, but it's much more important than watching TV promoting fake sympathy, some stupid, brainwashing movie, or playing some video game about killing, designed to desensitize us. This documentary does in fact, "connect many dots", dots we all need to be aware of and then come TOGETHER and act to stop the NWO agenda. We, the 99%, either wake up and get our act TOGETHER to save humanity OR we stay asleep in our bubbles and allow the wicked elite to destroy humanity. The choice is OURS. We need to start loving each other, caring for and about each other, and work TOGETHER to promote good among us. Only Love destroys hate; truth defeats lies and deceit, and good triumphs over evil. Love one another. 


An example of pure evil and wickedness; an example of what kind of sub-human people are planning to bring the NWO to fruition. This should make blood boil among the 99%!
The Jesuit oath:
"I furthermore promise and declare that I will, when opportunity present, make and wage relentless war, secretly or openly, against all heretics, Protestants and Liberals, as I am directed to do, to extirpate and exterminate them from the face of the whole earth; and that I will spare neither age, sex or condition; and that I will hang, waste, boil, flay, strangle and bury alive these infamous heretics, rip up the stomachs and wombs of their women and crush their infants' heads against the walls, in order to annihilate forever their execrable race. That when the same cannot be done openly, I will secretly use the poisoned cup, the strangulating cord, the steel of the poniard or the leaden bullet, regardless of the honor, rank, dignity, or authority of the person or persons, whatever may be their condition in life, either public or private, as I at any time may be directed so to do by any agent of the Pope or Superior of the Brotherhood of the Holy Faith, of the Society of Jesus."


"Connect The Dots"
Connect The Dots and the boxes complete
To see the true picture of the wicked elite.
It's a matrix of lies we have been fed.
For centuries most ALL humans they want dead.

They care not how their mission is done,
Through infliction of illness or by a gun.
They poison our food, water, and air;
Our hearts, our minds, and they don't care.

Instead, they rejoice, revel, and celebrate
In our destruction, induced by hate.
They exploit our weaknesses to the fullest extent,
While they pretend caring for us is their true intent.

Mainstream media serves them well,
Guarding their secrets to never tell,
While driving between us wedges so deep;
'Divide and conquer', their motto they keep.

Against each other, we're incited to fight
To keep us weak and with little might,
For the elitists know they can never succeed
Should the masses unite against their few breed.

The wicked elite, though few in number, 
Control the world's wealth as they encumber
The masses, to make us, the majority people,
Into obedient slaves, dumbed down sheeple.

Governments they own with their puppets in place,
Moving ever closer to annihilate the human race.
The terror, the wars, the mass destruction,
Is conducted by and for elitist instruction.

The biggest conglomerates all work together,
For after all, they're birds of a feather
And the feather in common they all possess,
Is to serve the wicked and satan, impress.

Our politicians are bought, not really elected.
Hence, their votes as well are the same, affected.
Lobbying is bribery, legalized and condoned,
A sure fire proof they are definitely owned.

The food industry's allowed to poison our food,
To keep us all sick, so wickedly shrewd
For big pharma to huge profits, reap,
From all of us, the American sheep!

Cancer, diabetes, all the diseases galore
Are part of the plan in the invisible war
The zionists have waged against us all,
But we aren't to know of this wicked cabal.

Obesity and sickness provides, too, a sizable yield
For the weight loss industry and the medical field.
The FDA is a joke, though not funny, indeed,
Only in place to fill big pharma's insatiable greed.

There are so many fingers dipped into the pie
All lining their pockets, so slick and sly,
Each contributing to the massive corruption,
As political puppets prevent its disruption.

Each others' backs they scratch and protect,
A network of thugs without regard or respect
For human pain, suffering, sorrow, or grief.
They relish their reaping, each heartless thief.

Health care in America, causing great debate
For deciding who gets what, is a heavyweight.
It's a hard decision, dividing the wealth,
At the expense of our wallets and grossly our health.

Insurance companies are now guaranteed
A piece of the pie for their own greed
And lawyers, well, they never lose
Gain from all sides, as they choose.

Connect The Dots to complete the boxes,
Watch closely, by more cunning than foxes,
An intricate web woven of lies and deceit
Will begin to form as each box you complete.

They seek full control of our survival;
Working overtime for a satan revival.
They have no heart, but an evil, black soul;
Serve satan faithfully to achieve his goal.

Over the world, for to, his wickedness, spread,
To slaughter the masses with horrific bloodshed,
Is in full operation though impeccably discreet,
Until all the loose ends can be tied so neat.

The new world order in a brief summation
Is to combine ALL nations into ONE nation
Placing ALL peoples under ONE rule.
It's the wicked elite's coveted jewel.

A ONE world bank to control and possess
ALL the money and gold, nothing less;
A ONE world church in the city of Rome
Is to be lucifer's house of worship's home.

A ONE world army with its commander in chief
Being none other than the master thief,
The king of torment, suffering, and pain,
Seeking out souls for hell to gain.

Under zionist rule of wicked decrees,
ALL we own they will claim and seize.
Our money, our homes as forced concessions,
Even our children will be their possessions.

No place will exist to escape to, to flee,
From extreme persecution in the worst degree.
There shall be no mercy and no remorse
With the jesuit oath in full blown force.

There are several families of the wicked elite;
The house of windsor holding the highest seat;
With the vatican involved and the papacy, 
All working together tenaciously.

Over the centuries they've intermarried
To strengthen their power, but buried
By changing names to keep disguised
Their hidden agenda and unsurmised.

Spawns of satanic descent and centuries old
With the blood in their veins, bone chilling cold.
The truth is so ugly, so evil, so tenebrific,
Our minds can't fathom how heinous, horrific.

We, the peoples, can't imagine in our mind
The massiveness, the wickedness, of EVERY kind.
THIS is the world they seek to complete,
The new world order of the wicked elite.

Connecting the dots is not a choice.
We must prevent the day the elite rejoice
Or humanity's death, we'll etch in stone,
But the ink shall run as the blood of our own.

We MUST, the horrific picture, make crystal clear,
To stop the coming of satan's world premiere
In which Hollywood would be honoured to present,
But the glory of satan's to be a world-wide event!

Connect The Dots to watch the horror unfold
And be NOT silent to keep the truth untold.
Around the world alert the masses far and wide
Of the wicked plot designed for human genocide.

Connect The Dots for we MUST address
The elitist's wickedly evil game of chess,
In which WE ARE the expendable pawns
To be left soon with NO more dawns.


We need to stop the craze
Of the needless obsessing
Over things that don't matter
And then start addressing
The looming catastrophe 
So ominously at hand,
Together as one, united,
Extinguish, disband,
The elitist agenda,
Their wicked plot,
BEFORE the time comes
We any longer cannot. 

We cannot afford to tarry,
Stand alone in our bubbles,
And ignore what's coming,
Disastrous troubles.
For if we do, our own demise
We will then etch in stone,
But the ink shall run
As the blood of our own!

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-02-28 11:22:00 (EST)
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"Have a blessed day; count your blessings, every one,
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Tuesday, May 1, 2018

My-Dream-Of-Uni-Belle

Howdy folks! 

I did have this dream for real and while still fresh in my recollection, I just had to write about it, especially this one, for I haven't ever dreamed of any fantasy creature before. I can't help but wonder what it may mean. 

"My Dream Of Uni-Belle"
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I am a dreamer literally for I dream a lot
With most of them remembered, few of them forgot.
My dreams are always based in reality,
Although quite mixed up they often tend to be.

But this particular dream I had just yesterday
Was different from all the rest, I have to say.
I've never dreamed before of a fantasy creature;
Never before has fantasy entered as a feature.

It seems, in my dream I had a unicorn,
The cutest little horse with a little horn.
She was pure white like I've never seen,
Whiter than the snow, all fresh and clean.

Perfectly proportioned, rather small in size,
Maybe seven hands at her withers, I would surmise.
She knew she held a place confirmed in my heart.
She was a delight to watch and so very smart.

Her soft and low nickering never let me fear
Her presence was very far but always close and near.
She'd nuzzle me gently for treats and for pets.
Such a joy to me, she brought me no regrets.

The center of attention she really loved to be
And all her little antics were amusing to see.
Her moves so graceful, a ballerina couldn't beat;
She pranced like there was air underneath her feet.

She would stamp her little foot, toss her head around,
Let her little haunches drop 'til they met the ground.
Then her little muzzle she would lift up towards the sky,
As she'd neigh the cutest whinny with a pitch rather high.

I loved to hear her whinny, a delight to my ear
And she would whinny, be expecting then to hear
A response from me in the language that she spoke,
But as I replied with a whinny, sadly I awoke.

Now I'm left to wonder why she came to me
In a dream so surreal, as though reality.
A reason for I seek, since my dreams often do foretell,
But about this one I am puzzled of my little Uni-Belle.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-04-05 23:55:00 (EDT)
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Scam-Caller

Howdy folks! 

O, those scam calls, right? Annoying they can be but I get so many, I've learned to ignore them. If anyone I know wants to get in touch with me bad enough, they leave a voicemail, should I not recognise their number. All other calls are simply unimportant. 

"Scam Caller"
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How do you choose the numbers,
By random or by choice?
What's the point in calling me,
When you'll never hear my voice?
So much wasted time you spend
Ringing up my phone,
Aren't there better ways
To spend the time you own?

I do not answer calls
From a number I don't know,
Regardless where it's from
Or how many in a row.
And robo calls with messages,
Computer generated
Are so fake and phony,
A minus ten they're rated.

If you'll stoop this low,
To be annoying every day,
What about your character
Does your behaviour say?
Anyone who gains by stealing,
No matter how or what they steal,
Can't have self respect nor
Good about themselves, feel.

Are you really this desperate
In the misery where you wallow,
You can only in this rut
Stay in and follow?
Or are you just a narcissist
Who gets pleasure causing pain,
Havoc, and discord abundantly,
While promoting selfish gain?

A scam is a scam,
Built on/around deceit
No matter how it's cloaked,
A scammer is a cheat.
To paint yourself so clearly
In such an unbecoming light,
While you justify your actions,
Bending wrong into right,
Puts you in a class
Of the lowest form.
How can you be okay with this
And accept this as your norm?

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-03-29 21:54:00 (EDT)
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Solitude-With-Nature

Howdy folks! 

When I saw this contest by Line Gauthier on Poetry Soup, I knew instantly, if I wrote a poem, it would have to be about the solitude I've always been able to soak in to free my deepest, truest place when surrounded by animals and nature. As a child, my solitude with nature was my 'safe haven' I would escape to, to heal my wounds of abuse and bullying and in this blissful, peaceful serenity is where I especially liked to draw, paint, and write. Hence, this poem... 

"Solitude With Nature"
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In solitude I like to bask when I am all alone
With only Mother Nature in company with my own.
Animals and nature make welcoming to be,
A serene place of peace, where I am set free.

Ever since a child, when atrocities I faced,
My safe haven was with nature, where I felt embraced
And accepted in appearance with not a bit of shame,
With no one poking fun, making foul of my name.

In Solitude With Nature was my place of inspiration,
Where I would draw and write in pure liberation.
My canvases were painted from the beauty all around
And words flowed like rivers instead of being drowned.

God's Presence was surreal with no worldly intervention
And His Gift began to blossom as was His Intention.
My Mother's words felt real that I was a Gifted child,
As she often said lovingly and too, as she smiled.

With my pencil and my brush, as though a camera lens,
I captured my adventures with nature and my friends.
With my pen or pencil, too, I would break the chain,
As words set me free from my deepest, inner pain.

My Solitude With Nature is where my heart is expressed;
Where I'm freest, most inspired for the Gift with I am blessed.
Even when I can't return to bask in Mother Nature's solitude,
My memories take me back to where the world cannot intrude.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-05-01 14:54:00 (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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Morning-Greet-Delightful-Treat

Howdy folks! 

I Love nature and I never turn down an opportunity to enjoy it! 

"Morning Greet, Delightful Treat"
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Sipping on my coffee on this first day of May,
With the sun shining brightly, finally on display,
A movement of a branch so close to my window pane,
Caught my eye suddenly to, my attention, gain.

I moved closer to the window to get a better look, 
And I was treated to a scene in God's Coloring Book.
O such a treat on this morning to begin my day.
They don't come much better no matter what they say.

Two birds were at play, were taking center stage,
Their delightful antics my awe they did engage.
They had come to my window to perform their little skit
And I was with pleasure watching every little bit.

Their play wasn't long but it was surely sweet
As ma and pa cardinal danced upon their winged feet.
It was crystal clear this happy, wedded pair
Was showing off their Love in the crisp, morning air.

They touched their beaks together in a gentle, birdie kiss.
Then he bowed to his lady, a gentleman and void of remiss.
As he performed for her with a flirty, chirping sound 
He flitted all about her, up and down, around.

She took it all in as she turned, watching every move
And I think I even saw her nod as though she did approve.
When his performance was over, he came next to her to sit.
It was just a break before scene two of their little skit.

Next, a chase began as from branch to branch they flew,
Like a game of tag to see just who could catch who.
Although, pa cardinal seemed to do the most chasing,
Ma obviously was letting him for some winged embracing.

All too soon their show closed with no drawing of a curtain,
For they perched themselves briefly and I am quite certain,
They each took a bow to themselves and then bowed to me
And off they flew away together to where I couldn't see.

Though my coffee'd become chilled, I took some more sips.
I felt blessed watching one of nature's unrehearsed clips.
Although a bit sad now, the birdie show was over,
I felt like a bunny who had just enjoyed clover.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-05-01 10:49:00 (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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Cyberstalking-Nightmare

Howdy folks! 

When we join, become a member of a website, we never think that the programmer or programmers of the site is/are going to use our login information to track us to use for deceptive purposes to cause havoc in our lives or to cause us and/or our devices harm. If this were the case, no one would be joining any site! 

I do believe for the most part, most computer programmers have and live by some sort of a code of ethics and I'm aware some tracking is done for advertising purposes. But what I speak of here is NOT about tracking for advertising purposes. My login information was used to track me, yes, but also to use it to gain access to my computers in a profoundly invasive way; to watch and see and know EVERYTHING I am doing and saying, particularly in private. ..And not only have my computers has he gained access to, but also my phones, beginning with my landline.

It's been going on for eleven plus years, almost twelve, that I've been able to trace back to and so, it's become blatantly obvious I'm dealing with a person who has no real life to speak of, of his own, if he has nothing better to do with his time than to invade my life. I would hate to have his Karma bill! He must like to paint his own portrait as a despicable human being. 

"Cyberstalking Nightmare"
(image pending)

Back in two thousand plus some years more of five,
When computers I'd just met, didn't yet with jive;
When a computer was just a box of technology,
A box of fascination and luring like a giant mystery,
I ventured out onto the Web, called the Internet,
And a choice I made then became a nightmare and is yet.

In the month of March, just inside the line,
I joined a community site, thought to be fine.
At first, though a newbie, it was an enjoyable place
And I was more than delighted to meet each new face.
Besides much to learn, there were so many things to do,
A place of fantasy for artists as well as writers, too.

I grew to love this place. It was my online home
And never too far away from this site did I roam.
I became devoted and dedicated, I couldn't do enough.
Wiki work I loved along with all sorts of other stuff.
Contributing to the site with graphics, time, and money
I considered as a pleasure but my reward wasn't funny.

Later on I joined another site, for children was its fame, 
Built with like features and the owner was also the same.
In time I joined the staff who help to run each site
And became the grand mod and for awhile, all was alright.
Then the monkey business began, sporadically at first
Pranks were played on me, increasingly the worst.

I assumed they were because of a glitch or a bug,
But eventually I would lift and see underneath the rug.
The owner and the programmer, of the same identity,
Was behind the pranks that were happening to me.
I attempted to find out the what for and too, the why
From him, then others, but the results were only dry.

Instead, the owner and the staff mocked and bullied me
And I was grossly ostracised, called paranoid and crazy.
Then to add insult to injury I would also have to learn,
The second in command was plotting to destroy me and burn.
She had learned of the owner's secret activity;
Jealous she became and wanted to get rid of me.

All this was bad enough but it was just the beginning part,
For pranks became violations, the true nightmare would start.
With my login data, he was provided much information
That he would then use to track me, commit each violation.
He hacked into my emails, my websites, anywhere I was online,
Then into my computer and would gain access to my landline.

He knows everything I do, everything I say
That's done via technology, each and every day.
Eleven years and counting and this nightmare goes on
And there's nothing I can do about this spying jon.
He tracks packages right up to my front door;
Makes spam calls to my phone daily and galore.

He stalks me everywhere across the Internet,
Makes sure I know his presence, lest I should forget.
He destroyed my computer on October 4, 2015,
Fulfilling his threat to remove me from the online scene.
His presence in my life I must live with every day,
Whether I like it or not, since I'm without any say.

Yes, I've reported him to the FBI and too, the FCC.
They are well aware what he is, has been doing to me.
Still, they do nothing though equipped with resources
And many others I've pursued, many other courses.
But all avenues have led me to just another dead end
And I'm left to live with this anguish I can't mend.

Most don't want to know; most don't want to hear
About this hell I live with daily, year after year.
I try to brush it off by applying humour any time I can,
But the fact is I'm dealing with an obsessive, sick man.
He lives on his computer and hides behind it, too,
Uses his tech skills to wreak havoc, stir his sick brew.

In life we go through many unpleasant circumstances,
But eventually we get through them, can then make advances
To move forward with the ugly and the pain left behind.
We accept the fact that life can be at times quite unkind.
I keep hoping for the day, waiting to place this in my past,
But this ongoing nightmare appears it's to forever last.

How I wish I could turn back the hands of time
And know what I know now, written in this rhyme.
But I cannot and so, this torment with I must live
And grasp each spec of joy life to me will give.
To say it's not easy dealing with this nightmare I face
Is redundant but not when you're trying to do so with grace.

I've offered my forgiveness, even understanding,
But this is just a game to him, his ego is demanding.
He can't be very happy, if his life is to follow me around
Everywhere, with spam calls, as to me they are bound.
His life must be empty, of fulfillment, pitiful and lacking,
If he's so obsessed with my life to keep on with his hacking.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-04-27 22:11:00 (EDT)
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Golden-Wings-Express

Howdy folks! 

"God sees our sorrow. God feels our pain.
Humans cannot fathom nor can we ascertain."
~ Artsieladie Quote 

"Golden Wings Express"
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As I checked my mail one day as I always do,
In the box was waiting a package with no clue
Of who it was from, from whom it was sent,
And for sure it puzzled me as did, its content.

I could hear no ticking or no noise at all,
Hence, the bomb squad I needn't then call.
There wasn't any powder, dust, even smudges;
Signs that could warn of one holding grudges.

I shook it a little but there was no rattle,
Turned it over for a clue that just might tattle.
Still, nothing moved or shifted on the inside,
As I became increasingly more mystified.

So, to find the answers to the questions I sought
About this package unknown to me'd been brought,
The only choice left was to open it and see
What was within this package and sent to me.

I cut apart the heavy string all tied aroun';
I tore away the wrapping of a plain brown.
I opened up the box, where tucked in tissue carefully,
Was a glass, angel trinket with a note addressed to me.

It read, "I saw you in the thrift store with your little girl,
A pretty, precious child; clearly she's your pearl.
When you placed this angel back upon the shelf,
I read your face and heart and I couldn't help myself.

As I listened to your words and heard what you said,
Tears swelled my eyes as your sorrow I was fed.
When you spoke of the sentiment of someone dear you lost,
I knew the angel must be yours, regardless of the cost.

Although you know me not, I've learned of your name
And where you live to make this angel all yours to claim.
I hope some joy I've brought to you to ease a bit your sorrow
And may this angel do the same through your every day, tomorrow.

Please know too, this angel represents an angel over you
And your little girl so precious with eyes so bright and blue.
There's no postage on this package and no return address,
Because angels are Heaven sent by the Golden Wings Express!"

At the risk of sounding redundant with words said before,
No words can describe my feelings, though words I know galore.
But there were no words that I could even say or speak,
As the tears ran like torrents racing down my cheek.

Overwhelmed, amazed, so grateful and yet, still mystified,
But then, through God anything's possible when He's glorified!
The trinket isn't any trinket as is inscribed my Mother's name,
And you see, my daughter's and my Mother's name is the same.

When just a little girl on my birthday, number six,
While fussing with my hair, she liked to pretty, fix
I made a promise to my Mother, that when I was grown,
If I had a little girl, by her name she'd be known.

The angel trinket had belonged to my Mother
And when she passed away my selfish, heartless brother,
Took over everything and sold all her things away;
Breaking his promise he made to her on her dying day.

We may think God is not watching when we are deeply grieving,
When another does us wrong, as our joy they are thieving,
But it is perfectly and so crystal clear to me,
There's nothing He doesn't know; nothing He doesn't see.

An Angel sent from Heaven with a Message Heaven sent,
With an angel in a box to clearly represent,
There are Angels watching, their assignments are from God,
Over all of His children who on His Righteous Path, trod.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-04-23 07:28:00 (EDT)
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Bus-Ride-To-Friendship

Howdy folks! 

I have no use for people who bully, make fun of, taunt, torment, etc. other people. 

"Bus Ride To Friendship"
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She was just an older lady who I so little knew,
Though people laughed at her, nothing did she do.
She'd go on about her business with not even caring,
While others made fun of the clothes she was wearing.

When she needed to get off the bus at the next stop,
Others tried to trip her, make her things drop.
I couldn't stand the cruelty this lady had to bear
And inside me grew much anger, empathy, and despair.

The next day I watched for her as I saved for her a seat
For I vowed to myself the day before would not again, repeat.
When she came onto the bus, I invited her to sit
Next to me knowing the others would then mock me too, a bit.

Somehow, it didn't matter, their words being directed
Cruelly at me as I was then too another one rejected.
We talked and got to know each other the length of her ride
And that day I made a friend so beautiful inside.

We made plans to meet for coffee later on in the eve,
As we tuned out the bullies who wished for us to grieve. 
It was the start of a friendship that lasted twenty years
And we laughed and cried together through both and many tears. 

She has gone to Heaven now and how I miss her presence here.
Who'd have ever thought that on a bus ride, I'd meet one so dear.
She'll be forever in my thoughts, forever in my heart
And in heaven there are no bullies to keep her set apart. 

My dear friend, Arlene, this one's for you.
Thanks for being my friend, always so true!
The animals you treasured, your entire crew,
Are I'm sure in Heaven right there with you.

💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2018-04-22 14:03:00 (EDT)
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