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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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Happy and blessed 4th of July (USA)

I love my country, and this is one of my favorite songs.
Thank you to all that serve us. A million thanks to all my
family members, for their time and service, especially my daughter, Kendra. Happy Independence! We are blessed.

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Happy 4th of July! Thank you to all of our military personnel – active and retired. Thank you to our law enforcement, firefighters, and emergency workers.

I hope you all have happy and safe holiday.  God bless us everyone and God bless the USA.

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Wordless Wednesday because the picture says it all!

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Published! – Heart Whispers

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AUTHOR LINK ON AMAZON

This is a poetry anthology of 20 talented poets. I am blessed to be
part of a project that is inspiring and heart touching and shows transformation.
May you be blessed by it too!

You can go HERE to purchase it.


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Heart Whispers Anthology – Book Preview

M.Zane McClellan did this amazing video for a collaborative book of Poetry that will be out in August. I feel honored and blessed to have several of my poems included in this awesome project with such great poets. Yay! It’s my first published work, and I can hardly contain my excitement!
Many thanks to Michael who has done such an amazing job on the video and encouraged us to contribute, and to Russ Towne for having the fortitude and patience and talent to put it together.
Information about the publication is on the video.
Much more to come!


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“My Soul is Summoned”

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My Soul is Summoned

My soul is summoned,
on barren lands,
in the middle of nowhere,
alone, it stands,
free.

 

My Soul Summons me to Peaceful surrounds, to Light without sounds, to Love

without Boundaries.

 

My soul is summoned to answer calls
Reverberating through subtle halls
Where mankind has dwelt for far too long
Deciding what is right and wrong.
Step outside, there is no quiz
Eternity just simply is.

 

My soul is summoned on wings to fly

High above an earthly sky

To take flight to a new world

A place with love, peace and flags unfurled

 

What will be there when you arrive?

Not for you to know, only to thrive.

Trust yourself and be off to explore

It is for you to love and nothing more.

 My soul summon me through fire rise
cast ash greyed mystery disguised
walk no need to hide the eyes
what calls to see but cross the water
these pawmarks, mine,
and most of all, for this to know
that I am she, am this, forever soul

 

 

CONTRIBUTORS:  Me,  Forgotten Meadows, Booknvolume, Rob McShane, Phoenix Tears Healed

 


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Heart Bandaids

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I wish there were such a thing as
Heart Bandaids
to give you riend
one that uses the salve
of your tears
to soothe your brokenness

My silence stuns me
My words fall short
There are no words
to heal a wound so deep as a loss

Is there a special sewing kit
to stich and lace your
fond memories to your soul
so the healing
would hasten?

For now, my dear one
May time rebuild and restore
light and joy
in the beautiful you.


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BE PRESENT and Cherish Every Moment

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Now,  I get to tell you my favorite moment while I was in Texas interviewing my daddy.

As a prelude to readers who may not know the story, my daddy was a very VAULTED man.  He never spoke any emotion.  When he chatted on the phone, most conversations were short and spoke of two things, the weather and tractors and sometimes, fishing.  But in the last two years, given time and nurturing, the vault has been slowly opening.

While I was in Texas, the vault opened and closed often.  I never knew what day, what hour or even what minute my dad would choose to share.  I made him my priority.  I had some time with siblings, but even they knew my purpose for this trip was to spend time with him.  One beautiful moment was when we got lost, Father’s Day Story.

THE BEST PART:

Twenty minutes before people came over for Father’s Day, my dad showed me a paper that had the AA Promise on it.  I had seen the paper on the counter, but hadn’t really delved into it.  It was brightly colored sunshine orange, and I briefly scanned it.  Following intuition, I knew that my dad was showing me this paper for a reason, so I turned the video camera on it and started reading the promises out loud.  I read through the entire document so I would have a recording of the paper in case he didn’t want me to have it.  Again following my intuition, I was urged to ask him specific questions.

I asked dad what it meant to him when it asked  “not to regret the past.”  My dad sat back in his chair and began to tell me how the past was a teacher.  Upon looking at my dad, he was relaxed and open and telling me straight up how he felt!  I wanted to turn the video camera on him, but this action usually caused him to act goofy and uncomfortable and he would make funny faces instead of talking, so I left the camera focused downward so I could at least tape record his words.

On to the next questions:  “No matter how far down the scale we have gone, we will see how our experience can benefit others.  That feeling of uselessness and self-pity will disappear.”  Explain this section to me dad.  My dad was really engrossed in speaking now and began talking with his hands, which I don’t remember seeing him do…but I use my hands a lot when talking and celebrated that I knew where it came from!  Dad was settling in his chair, so I settled back in my chair and began lifting the camera focus up, but still not directly pointing it at dad.  He hadn’t noticed too much and was still engrossed in conversation.

Finally, I slouched down in my chair a little more and faced the camera full on and began asking him more questions.  Explain the fear you had of people dad?  What about your fear of economic security?

My dad didn’t notice the camera because he was fully engaged in answering the question.  He understood these questions like the back of his hand.  He had lived these questions and knew that his very life depended on him living these principles.

“We suddenly realize that God is doing for us what we could not do for ourselves.”  I watched my daddy’s faith and convictions unfold. He had followed his intuition too and knew these promises were vital to keep. And because he kept these promises, we could talk today. I had never heard these promises full on before, though I had attended Al-Anon meetings many times.  Someone had told me once that the AA principles weren’t really being used much any more, and many people questioned how much those principles actually helped people in the past.  I can tell you from what I’ve witnessed, and that’s more than with my dad, these principles saved some lives and some families, and I’m grateful for them.  We continued with our conversations, actually talking and breathing together.  So raw.  So real. So unpretentious.  Me and my daddy.

Then a car pulled in the driveway and the spell was broken.  But for these brief twenty minutes which will be a lifetime for me were very beautiful. And I remembered that it was because I was PRESENT in the moment and didn’t judge what happened or how it happened.   And I fondly remember, it was just me and my daddy.

The AA promises

 

 


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Poetry Collaboration – My Soul is Summoned

Welcome friends! Where has your soul summoned you?

I’d love to know what’s on your heart and let’s put
that goodness out to the universe!

This collaboration will be open until next Friday. Leave
me a comment, and I will add it to the poem. You get your very
own color!

If you want to just the anaphora for a separate entry, you can just link it back to this blog. I’m excited to hear your beautiful words!
Enjoy! Marie

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Poetry Collaboration – “My Soul is Summoned”

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A most lovely poet at Forgotten Meadows has started a collaborative poem trend, two of my favorite things, poetry and collaboration!  So, in honor of her, and to see what juicy words come, here is my starting phrase:   “My Soul is Summoned…”

Isn’t it a curious phrase?  What is your soul summoned to do?

It will be open until next Friday, the 27th, and I will make sure your contribution is posted in the order it comes.  I look forward to seeing your “magic.”  And hearing what you are summoned to do.

Happy poeting…(yes, poetry is an action!)

My Soul is Summoned

My soul is summoned,
on barren lands,
in the middle of nowhere,
alone, it stands,
free.

 

My Soul Summons me to Peaceful surrounds, to Light without sounds, to Love

without Boundaries.

 

My soul is summoned to answer calls
Reverberating through subtle halls
Where mankind has dwelt for far too long
Deciding what is right and wrong.
Step outside, there is no quiz
Eternity just simply is.

 

My soul is summoned on wings to fly

High above an earthly sky

To take flight to a new world

A place with love, peace and flags unfurled

 

What will be there when you arrive?

Not for you to know, only to thrive.

Trust yourself and be off to explore

It is for you to love and nothing more.

 My soul summon me through fire rise
cast ash greyed mystery disguised
walk no need to hide the eyes
what calls to see but cross the water
these pawmarks, mine,
and most of all, for this to know
that I am she, am this, forever soul

 

 

CONTRIBUTORS:  Me,  Forgotten Meadows, Booknvolume, Rob McShane, Phoenix Tears Healed

 


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Frogs I have Kissed = A Very Short Story of My Love Life

Frog #1 – looked like a handsome prince.  But no, total frog…hopped in more than one garden and sat on more than one lily pad.

Frog #2 – nope, not really a frog, more like a toad actually, warts and all…and they’re the kind of warts that keep on giving.   Also hopped on more than one lily pad…forgot he was watching them little tadpoles.

Frog #3 – like a frog in boiling water, hoppin’ mad ALL THE TIME!

Frog #4 – Now we’re moving a little closer to a prince, saw a beautiful Frogilina in me…caught me flies, bought me a nice lily or 2 for my pad…but it was time for him to find a new pond and have his own little tadpoles.

Frog #5 – shiny green, a happy little ribbitt, made sweet music along with the crickets and the little tadpoles…liked MY pond, caught me flies…made the pond we had a better place…nope, not really a frog…totally a prince…and when the moon hit just right…ahhhh.

Now the tadpoles are grown,  a glowing slimy green themselves and happily hopping in their own pond.  Though our pond is a little quieter, it is still a sublime place to be.