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My life as a spiritual seeker
I am a bless child, A spiritual seeker, I live my life with gratitude and appreciation for humanity, all manner of life is precious.
I embrace the good, bad and ugly that is part of being human, we are all capable of doing evil things, the creator gave us free will to make a choice, on which path that we will follow. Everyday I make a conscious choice to take full responsibility for my words and actions, stop look and listen moving forward with the truth and the courage of my convictions, with love and services for my fellow man and woman.
We are all on a spiritual journey, to find our true selves which leads us to the creator and our spiritual community.
A spiritual seeker is known by their sweet words and their telling of the truth, which is an offence to those who do not want to hear it, followed by their good deeds, virtues and services to others.
Beware of the person who's sweet words blind you to their greed and dangerous corrupt deeds.
The human race has lost its way, we have become computerized, bionictized and metatized.
We do not connect with one another in a spiritual or human way any more
We are losing our ability to think for ourselves with our conscious mind
We are out of balance with the creator, but by the grace of the creator and spiritual seekers world wide sending out prayers every second that humanity and this planet survives.
A spiritual seeker embraces all persons beliefs, knowing that love is the common goal, there is but one creator, who created all things and love is the key.
I have had the privilege and honour on my life's journey to sit at the feet of Sathia Sai Baba, in his ashram in India, spent time in the Canadian mountains with a native Shaman, time in the jungles of Costa Rica with a native Shaman my greatest joy was spending many years in the company of my good friend His Eminence Abuna Yesehaq Mandefro, Archbishop of the Ethiopian Orthodox Tewahedo Church, in the western hemisphere and South Africa, everyone of these spiritual teachers that I have traveled to came to me in recurring dreams over several months and years, before I found the courage to go and seek them, not one of them tried to convert me to their beliefs, they all welcomed me as a child of God.
I do not go any place unless the spirit guides to that place or person
I am a spiritual seeker
No Primus Inter Pares
Germans at the Costa Brava they just cannot yield
‘Brava’ the fight and they are conquering once more
Always the first on the beach or the striped deck chair but
The towel goes right up front and then they have breakfast
They claim their place in the sun and colonize the pool
I’m not a racist am German myself light skinned at dawn
Prejudice Discrimination Stereotype or double innocent vision
When too much sun meets a squinting eye of any beholder
Ready with parasol and sombrero and not enough lotion
To make sure I blend colourfully in and pretend I am native
Ingenious maybe but indigenous nowhere near but at my home
Not first under equals just one of the travelling circus’ crowd
I stake my claim forget all about physics in diabolical parable
Parabolic distant same old points and lines but when will I learn
That the sun scorches at high noon whatever I attempt
That horizons only widen when travelling in much truer fashion
Far and further afield immersion in less indifferent ventures
Brings me closer to peace to my own roots unburdens my search
I’ve seen the Taj Mahal under a midnight moon shadow absorbed
The Grand Canyon looked for precious Yellow Stone wisdom
Pyramids at Giza tear gas at Tahrir Square caves in Cappadocia
Never setting sun in Rovaniemi Omaha Beach and trenches in Belgium
I took local busses towards nowhere with no imminent return
No plan no target no defined ambition not steps merely ticked
Call me a voyeur in slums townships or favelas a frotteur with no towel
But I was made welcome once I shed my emperor’s colonial clothes
My luxury problems became smaller when I returned to the start
The gifts of the present the past and my very privileged future
One way or another I cannot and need not shed European origin
But my Universe has become less ignorant and a bit more unsure
23th July 2018
I have a octopus on my roof, yes I have the photos, I have the proof
He is not quite your regular octopus; he is rather dignified and aloof
He is eating bananas by the dozen, sent by a cousin from Costa Rica
He is just sat with his best friend, who is none other, than a cheetah
Yes, he cheats at cards, and drives fast cars, and dodges all his fines
To speeding down the freeway well over the speed limit sometimes
Both are blocking my TV aerial and playing havoc with the reception
And down on me they display their need to reflect their disaffection
With no David Attenborough on my TV channels, so both are dissed
They are glaring down at me as demanding, that I get a satellite dish
I am on the phone to the satellite guys with an order quick as can be
So octopus can go back hogging the sofa, as cheetah sits on my knee
Ashley best describes himself as,
Cheeky, funny and also happy as,
He’s a student at South Bank Uni,
Of sports coaching in London city.
He is a very keen table tennis player,
Started playing in primary, 7th year,
And just missed out on London 2012,
But was at Rio 2016 with his helve.
2013 and Ashley won many bronzes:
Italy, Hungary and had Czech ounces;
So in 2014 Ashley won UK nationally,
In class 8-9 singles, phenomenally.
Then breakthrough: Slovenian Open.
In the team event, you’re no token,
And at the Cote d’Azur International,
Ashley won 2 bronzes medals brutal.
In 2015 he won in the team events,
Had Italian, HU, CZ and DE tents,
And in Denmark reached the quarters,
At the European Champs, garters.
In Copa, Costa Rica, in the singles,
He took silver in swift class 9 jingles,
And in Rio made the quarters, team,
With K Daybell. He’s Erbs palsy lean.
before you forgot me
I forgot you
stopping for 'STOP LOSS'
on this stage to stand alone
persistent anonymous
we're almost there
- ground zero -
never out of position when so often
there isn't one
we imagined we were at John 'n Yoko's Montreal
BED-IN ~ "giving peace a chance"
you could live your whole life lost like that
IN-BED
we sought beaches, white water
'n hummingbirds galore
a cerulean blue morpho at the butterfly gardens
of Costa Rica
adventure therapy from sea to bed: a slippery
place where the faithful prey for abundance 'n grace
in the shadow of depression
the race to the finish-line was often
an obstacle course: collectible 'n historical
forever blue, remembering I'd forgotten you
but found you a hundred, a thousand times
beyond the ability to remember or express
my love
These are the days we’re all paying more
than what our health care should be paying for.
Prices go up but my check the same stays.
We’re all paying more; these are the days!
These are the days for staying inside.
No more bikinis, skin getting fried.
Now I am wiser about UV rays.
For staying inside, these are the days.
These are the days to see my face drop.
If I had money, I’d make it all stop!
Off to the stylist to cover my grays.
To see my face drop, these are the days.
These are the days to keep up with health.
Once you’re past 60, it’s better than wealth.
Praying my mind doesn’t go in a haze.
To keep up my health – these are the days!
These are the days to watch what I eat.
Nothing too fatty or tasty or sweet.
I’m taking a risk deep frying fillets.
To watch what I eat – these are the days.
These are the days I live hand to mouth
wondering if I ought to move south
to Costa Rica. I hear it’s the craze!
I live hand to mouth. These are the days!
“These are the days” I'd dreamed not to say
so quickly before life was more than halfway
behind me! Going into autumn’s phase,
I'd dreamed not to say “These are the days.”
June 5, 2018 for Daniel Turner's "These Are the Days" Poetry Contest
Form is swap quatrain but 1/4 kyrielle style.
This was a commercial maritime catastrophe.
Could it happen in the twenty-first century?
Such a disaster happened off the coast of Italy.
A ship ran into the shoals of the Tyrrhenian Sea.
It happened in 2012 on the thirteenth of January.
The Costa Concordia was a modern cruise liner.
For a luxury ship, there were none that were finer.
The incident took place near the Isola del Giglio.
It was the worst event since the Achille Lauro.
More than four thousand people experienced the fiasco.
As the crippled ship rested on its starboard side,
a few passengers and crew were trapped inside.
Nearly everybody was saved, but at least twelve were lost.
Damages are estimated to be at a high cost.
How could this happen in this modern day?
We will hear a lot more, so don’t go away.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and BBC News for information I obtained to write this poem.
I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day
as the dawning sun
Lights up my lonesome room
Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee
I mean, - we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, y, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists,
why i took a chance and
decided to try the new poetry
dot com sight started off great
two months ago until i noticed
a strange mans face with
my name and poem completely
beside myself not a racist
bone in my body being mixed
myself half Italian Native American
and African American raised by
Irish aunts why i have given birth
to a complete rainbow tribe from
French Spanish Irish Somali
African Costa Rica Jamaican
Panamanian British children
and grandchildren just to be clear
this was just the description
of the man next to my poem
called what we need he was
bearded not to tidy white
caucasion nothing to do with
poetry at all scam i began trying
to remove him but for some reason
poetry not com desired to allow
him to stay i am glad i only had
one poem just to test the waters
clearly i deleted my account
with them my name user account
all deleted i began reading more about
poetry not com they are a scam unlike
Howard Ely academy of american poets
Baltimore in which i posted thousands of
poems that poetry .com sold 2007 to lulu
which went bankrupt this new sight has
absolutely no affiliates with the old poetry.com
with Howard Ely it was fraud actually asked for
my credit card information to remove this
guy they obviously added to my poem
the nerve wow very very eerie at any rate
stay safe on this web of hackers many blessings
Happy Easter Everyone.
My Poem:
What we need
what we need
is unity
in a diverse world
what we need
is to unite
who we need
is you and me
this indeed
is what we need
written by yolanda nicholsen
01.22.2024
It’s half pasta ate won chilli winter’s knight sew we staid in cider
Eye maid sum doe four my bred
Aye got in a pickle with sum flower, but I donut carrot all
Eye'd ewes plane knot self raisin flower
Witch meant my doe wood knot rise
My butter half is always wanton moor meet
He should be grapeful eye feed him eggcellent meals
Men can bee sew shelfish!
I’ve had to prawn my chocolate coins to feed my honey
Eye got sum cheep wild bore it was reduced and knot deer, it costa won penne
He says he wood help me cook but there isn’t mushroom in the kitchen
He’s always beefing about and deserves a roasting for his waffle
Butt when he says aye look radishing and sofishticated
Aye have to curry on as eye love him berry much
He’s bean sew suite toddy, he’ll be after a pizza the action later…
He butternut squash me, Oreo he will be mincemeat!
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