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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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The World Needs – Poetry Collaboration! & 100th Post

 

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Today is August 1st, new beginnings.  for a brandy new month, my 100th POST!  I was inspired with these words from a poem by Micheline,Jean Louis and she agreed to start us off!   We are going to go with the anaphora (repeating phrase) as well.  It keeps the message thriving!!!  Happy writing.

The World Needs

Compassion
Understanding
Tolerance
Integrity
And
Forgiveness,from all of us to become habitable for all walk of life.

The world needs
Love
Hope
Child-like wonder
Pure Joy
Acceptance of one another
And their humanness.

The world needs YOU!

the world needs

RESPECT

small birds
that sit in teacups
kettle drums
with occasional hiccups
friendly spiders
and long-leggity beasties
times of wonder
free and easy

the world needs computers
to aid in our building
invisible bridges
to faraway countries
sheep with their legs
one at each corner
and cows that stand up
to tell us it’s warmer

the world needs our loving
and people forgiving
laughter to flow out
in healing believing
dreams to come true
under stars safe our nights
and days where we learn
to make friends not fight

and now most of all
the world needs our time
to notice to care
when we’re doing just fine
to reach out a hand
sit on the grass
have patience to learn
ways of beetle and wasp

the world needs koalas
cute grinning from trees
fluffy-head thistles
kind old dock leaves
wolves to sing home again
in joy rain or sunny
and bear to gurr happiness
with nosefuls of honey

the world needs stories
to tell and to grow
adventurers wild
and those who stay home
in fire and earth
ocean and storm
what the world needs always
is everyone to care.

The World Needs:

Belief
Teaches my heart that All is Possible,
All is Ready Standing, Waiting upon my own Acceptance,
My own Belief, my own Unfettering Faith
To Set Free the wheels of the universe
And Create my Heart’s Desire;
Yet in this dark and weary place,
Where fear crushes dreams
And doubt hangs hopes,
What is Remarkably Possible if often considered improbable,
And Faith sits down in the shadows, her hands tied.
The slippery slope of lost Hope
Dashes Charisma against the rocks and shakes Vigor to the core;
Compressing Life to only what is seen, felt, heard.
Lost are the Whispers,
Lost are the Potent Promises that Move Mountains,
Lost are the Smiles of Satisfaction and Purpose.
Still, even in this dark place, where Angels wait, muted by skepticism;
When all is clouded o’re and dim,
One Word shall Lift the Indomitable Spirit,
One Affirmation will Raise the Irrepressible Soul;
Shattering cynicism, Collapsing disbelief,
And Building Bridges to the Unimagined.

The World Needs

     RESPECT…

The world needs…

Less of angry hatred,
More of souls kindred.

Less of endless strife,
More of boundless life.

Less of senseless war
More of doors left ajar.

Less of promises broken
More of hearts awoken.

Less of fallen trees
More of greener glees.

The world needs …
Warm hands…
and warmer hearts
The world needs
Broad minds
and broader thoughts.

The world needs
Each one of us.

The world needs . . .

People who see each other with eyes that are unbiased.

 The world needs . . .

People who listen to each other with hearts that are open.

The world needs . . .

People who speak to each other with words that are kind.

The world needs . . .

People who embrace each other with arms that are gentle.

The world needs . . .

People who are not afraid to hope for a better tomorrow.

The world needs . . .

People who can love and be loved in return.

The world needs . . .

People who are willing to do all these things TOGETHER.

 

The world needs nothing…. but a soul awakening,
All we need is bonding and strengthening.

We need to love each other and spread the message,
Let’s embrace Humanity and shun the ego baggage.

We have enough of everything in this world,
But Alas! Nobody is contented with what earned.

This is the time to make right choices,
Serve the needy, join hands and raise voices.

Reconnect with nature, serve the Nation,
Say yes to organic and no to imitation.

Yes to sustainability and no to destruction,
A promise for integrity and no corruption.

This world needs to be a better place for you and me,
Having no place for weapons, all very well for a spree.

Curb material-driven goals to make life hassle free,
Where spirit is high and soul will be free!!!

Courage and a cheerful smile,
Kind hearts that go the extra mile.

Beauty in the human heart
Reflected in our work and art

Vision to prize higher goals,
Love purity and long lost souls.

Minds that will meet you more than half,
A good old-fashioned belly laugh.

Hope when we hang on the edge of a funnel
Light at the end of the darkest tunnel

The helping hand to pull us out,
Forgive, restore, remove our doubt

Triumphal music of the spheres
To melt away the hurtful years

Courage to conquer Giant Despair
And reflect God’s goodness everywhere.

NOW IT’S YOUR TURN!!!

What do you think the world needs?

Just as before, you can add your contribution in the comment section of this poem,  & I will place them in the order they come. I will put your name (contributor)  at the end of the piece in the same color as your contribution and the names will be in the same order as well.  Happy writing!

Collaborators:  Micheline Jean Louis, Me, Phoenix Tears Healed/With Eagles Float – Wren, Morgan – BooknVolume, Elziabeth – TeaandpaperRipples N Reflections, Cindy -from a Slice of Life, Soul n SpiritSherry – My Tea and Poetry


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Whisper me Hope

white-smoke

Smoke still rises

from my heart

smoldering coals

where a fire

once grew

 

Breathe

whispered hope

on it

so I may

FLAME again

 

#fieryverse – prompt of the day


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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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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.


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Good Morning Daddy

It was a beautiful day yesterday.  I found my daddy.  I got to play on the phone with him for a whole hour, and it was breathtakingly beautiful.  I revel in these moments because sometimes they are few and far between.   He played in his childhood and I got to watch in my mind’s eye a glimpse of his happiness after eight days of darkness. He told me of his journey in finding and loving words (another wonderful story for a future post.)   I marvel at how dad’s love of words and learning was passed down to each of us kids.  He wrote poetry and did crosswords and memorized most every word in the dictionary. As he talked of his journey, I heard his voice dance.  His love of words as he spoke so remarkably evident.  Now, I know where my love for words sprouted because the seed was planted.

We did not linger here.  Our journey took us many places.  That’s the beauty and the tragedy of Alzheimer’s.  You never know where it will take you.  Sometimes you wait with baited breath for stories to go deeper and sometimes you wait for fearful stories to end.  But each path is honored and each journey a memory to be treasured.  Because remember, once this was a vaulted man who talked only of the weather.  And now…now in this moment he was telling me what mattered to him in life and he didn’t rush to get off the phone.  Good morning daddy and thanks for beginning the day with me.  It was a most wonder-mous day to begin with you.

 

Many people criticize for showing this journey publicly….but if for one minute I can give hope to others who are on this same difficult journey, then I will take all the criticism given.  Because when things get really really tough, and it seems like there’s no light in the darkness, then sometimes…sometimes…there’s a flood of light that allows you to see more than you ever saw before.  I hope to not only shed some light, but maybe some pathways to find the light.  For there is beauty in Alzheimer’s as there is in every tragic event that shapes our lives.  For all it’s ugliness, it teaches us to appreciate that loved one and hold on fastly to those moments we have with them.

We are human, and in this humanness there is two sides.  Sometimes we only see and feel one side.  It’s nice sometimes to see and feel what it’s like on the other side.  Good morning daddy and thanks for allowing me to share you with the world.