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Marie Lukasik Wallace ~ # I LIVE Poetry – I'm passionate about life and writing and all things creative and poetic!


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One Circle One Tribe

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Ba boom

Ba boom

Ba boom

The tribal beat reverberates through my body

From crown to root

Root to crown and to the heavens

I feel its healing sound

Truth radiating inside

Drummm drummm

Drummm drummm

All souls to center

Inhaling gifts

Exhaling all things

Which no longer serve

Experiencing only this clear present moment

Drummm drummm

Drummm drummm

No longer

is my heartbeat my own

One circle

One tribe

We are home

This is a tribute to Katie Jo and her drum circles for peace and unity.

May her dream of “One Circle, One Tribe” be realized…beginning at World Parliament of Religions.

And here is a link to show you the power of sound….Think of what can be changed with the power of one heart beat.  Namaste

p.s.  Katie Jo made my drum.  The picture doesn’t do it justice to the detail and work she put into it.


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One Billion Rising – World Parliament of Religions

In just a few days, I will dance with the organization called “Sheroes” to rise up against abuse of

girls and women of the world.  My purpose is aligned with the Sheroes mission: “The Purpose of SHEROES United is to come from the Heart. First, we embody our Core Values as “Super Role Models” in our families and communities and emulate the qualities of women who are an epic force for positive change. We are guides, teachers and mentors who walk our talk, each of us having already been on a powerful journey of healing and change.”

A few facts:

  • one million girls enter the sex trade each year
  • 4 million women and girls are trafficked annually
  • 1 in 3 women you love will be beaten or raped in their lifetime

There are sad, rising statistics, and we are the ones to “break the chain” of abuse.

Even positive prayers and emotions and rising above talk or music that  belittles or dehumanizes women is another way I can rise.  What can you do?

HERE’S the DANCE IF YOU WANT TO DANCE IT.  I believe in positive energy!

HERE’s The steps broken down!


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The Watermelon – I Remember

I remember last summer

You were sitting at the table

Like so many summers before

With skilled hand piercing

watermelon skin

And with a fluid motion

Began the ritualistic carving

I had seen you do this

Hundreds of times

But not through these eyes

These eyes savoring precious moments

These eyes watching an ordinary act

As if it were extraordinary

You cut it in circles

Then slicing them in half, forming tasty boats

And the knife followed the

Curve of the boat

To free melon from the rind

Then up, down, up, down,

making cubes

on the curved “u” stand

Lightly salted

And a knife stab of a savory chunk

Plopped it in your mouth

How I remember

I hadn’t eaten mine

For I was mesmerized

In the moment

Watching your face light with delight

At each piquant morsel

A sweet summer treat

I did and didn’t know

that would be the last time.

-This post serves as my “I Remember,” a collaboration with fellow writers, and as savoring a precious memory of my daddy.

Sometimes the beauty of knowing that someone is in their last days, you hold on to the how extraordinary ordinary moments are.”      Sounds like another collaboration of “extraordinary ordinary.”


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Breadcrumbs

You left me breadcrumbs

to figure out your life

put together our sorrows

make sense of your strife

never knew why the door was to stay closed

and locked up so tight

you barely arose

and now you’re on the other side

We are left here wondering

filled with mystery

digging for knowledge of you

knowing no history

couldn’t you have stopped a moment to provide

a trail of crumbs on this side?

Wish there was a way to lift the veil

It seems I knock and knock,

but to no avail.

Poets inspire each other.  Sometimes it’s a poem…sometimes it’s a phrase…and sometimes it’s a word  like breadcrumbs.  Curiosity gets me to write.   Where do “breadcrumbs” lead you?   Thanks to Poetry Channel for the inspiration.


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I Remember… (COLLABORATION)

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Well my friends, you’ve asked, and here it is.  Our next Poem Collaboration will be using the anaphora:   I REMEMBER

What I love about this open ended topic is that we can write endlessly from any point of our lives.  I can write a stream of consciousness without stopping, any memory that comes to me or focus on a specific age.   No rules!       Add your lines in the comments, and I will put them together to make a gorup poem.  No deadline…write what makes your heart sing.   Did you have favorite toys?  Favorite activities as a child or a teen?  Do you have family memories you’d like to share about your parents, children or loved ones?  I can’t wait to hear them!

Mine:   I REMEMBER


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I am Perfect in my Imperfection

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“False notes are human. Why does everything have to be perfect? You know, perfection itself is imperfection.” Vladamir Horowitz

I found this beauty walking around a friend’s yard just “noticing” things…looking for things which brought me joy. When I first looked at it, I couldn’t believe how perfectly round this flower was!  While other flowers were fading into fall, this dared to continue blossoming…I thought that was the metaphor…but when I returned inside the house and looked at the picture closer, I noticed the bugs bites in some of the petals and some pieces fading away….And then I knew the real metaphor is that we all have things chipping at us or imperfections that show, but our entire being is magnificent just as God made us, and we keep shining our beauty and living our best.
CHALLENGE: Look for joy in things you see today. Embrace their imperfection….OR find something interesting in something imperfect. Tell me about it!
Namaste my friends.


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Busy bee

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#ilivepoetry.  Finding joy in just “bee-ing”. Lessons learned from nature.