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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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“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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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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Tastes of Joy – Lessons from a Five Year Old

Many people think I am the teacher; but honestly, when you are the teacher of five and six year olds, you become the student because they really understand what’s truly important in life.  Remember the joy my friends….watch through their eyes. 

 

Taste  of Joy

Lessons from a Five Year Old

All that is significant in life is

The here and now,

What I am doing this very moment

Is the most important thing

And it has all my attention.

If I am painting,

There is no worry for where the paint splatters.

The joy comes from the act of getting it on the canvas,

Spattering, spilling, splashing,

Sloshing and galoshing,

As long as the colors are swished and mixed on the page.

If the music moves me,

Get up and move!

Drum beats on a desk

Scarves in a box

A rhythm from the world outside

Are all grounds to stop whatever I’m doing

And honor the composition.

A friend can pop up anywhere, anytime,

And there is no care

Names are not noted.

Wherever our imaginations takes us

Is the name of our game.

Life is simple.

Life is joyous.

Time stands still and waits for me.

 


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The Messenger

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For all you out there who are God’s messengers.  Keep fighting the good fight.

 

The Messenger

Look out across

the massive field of

red bulbous tulips,

the same two foot tall structures

row after row.

 

And you,

lone tulip,

head held

one blossom

higher than

the others.

 

You,

face tilted

heavenward,

soaking in

God’s secret messages,

and piping them

to the earth.

 

You,

His messenger,

Remember this

When the sun

beats upon

your tiny shoulders

and you grow

weary of

it’s weight,

may you

find

the strength

to last

a little longer,

for the world needs your healing power.

@writingwingsforyou


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I KID YOU NOT! It’s all about a Pencil

Magic Wand

Lead Soaring through the air

Making drawings and words appear

Erases bad things

Imagination blooms

Living things

New creations

Different world

Different you.

 

No pun intended “kid you not.”  My first graders were stuck, and I felt like they just weren’t getting this poetry thing.  Every once in awhile they’d come up with a poetic phrase.  (I’ve heard them say thousands of poetic things throughout the year.)  Now, when it really matters, they were stuck!  See?  It happens to ALL of us!   So, I said you can write about ANYTHING!  I grabbed a pencil and said, “Tell me about this pencil, first scientifically (so we could get that out of the way).  Now, my dear poets, let’s go deeper!”  And the magic began.  We NEED each other.  We deserve each other along this writing journey.  Sometimes writing is hard.  But with each other, writing can be magical…create “living things,” a “different world, a different you.”  I learned this from looking through first grade eyes.


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We Wrote Another Poem! Paint Me As I Am

In Poetry Therapy, we use poetry as a way to heal.  It’s a back door way to heal.  Actually, in my opinion, all writing is healing.  I took some sample poetry from an amazing compilation of teen poems by Writer’s Corps called “Paint Me Like I Am,” and asked my dad how he would want the world to know him. At first, this was too right brained for him. Usually he operates more left brained. So, I read him some more samples and then I used adjectives he had used previously to describe himself and asked him to delineate more on that.

Below is what Ernest, my dad, wrote, with little assistance from me. (He has arthritis and Alzheimer’s, so I’m his hand and placeholder.) What is amazing to me is that my dad was invested and even got excited to do it. He has started to call me now and has more days he talks about his life than not. He has written something our family can treasure, and I’m so proud!
PLEASE LET US KNOW IF YOU LIKE IT! HE GETS EXCITED ABOUT
PEOPLE READING HIS PAGE :0)

PAINT ME AS I AM by Ernest

Paint me working and doing my best
For I liked to make things better
Taking things that work that didn’t work before
Engines, motors, broken chairs and making them new again.

Paint me determined.
I made up my mind not to have any booze at all…
Or anything that would come near it…
I didn’t want any part of what I did before…

Paint me as keeping my thoughts and good emotions toward others
Requesting forgiveness for my stupidty…

Paint me as always looking for making a difference in life.
As time goes by, I make sure each day of my life that whatever I do and say is better…
Never wanting to give or get trouble…

Paint me independent wanting the peaceful life,
less noise and misery from people or cars and traffic and busses and sirens…
It gripes me a lot…I had enough of all that…
I have to get away from the racket.

Paint me as one whose mind holds onto better days
(don’t really care about money)
Whose richness is in the simple life,
The more simple the better
Let me just work on my cars and trucks and lawn mowers.

Paint me as determined to keep life in balance
And I’m skiing away from life itself
(the house, the dogs and the cats, and even plants.
Leave me with my critters.

Paint me without hateful words
Or holding onto hatefulness
For it puts me out of balance…

Paint me happy and content with my life.

***It might need some editing, but it’s great for a first draft. :0)