Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

September 2011

  • Stepping in dogma

    Faith is ego True, deep, abiding exclusionary faith is your ego run amok Blind faith is egomaniacal, contrary to belief , less about submission, more simple self-absorption cum-righteousness Believing is good. Absolute certainty, unfortunately, is all about you Read more

  • Culture shocks

    The ‘Beat Generation’ now needs a pacemaker; they can still Howl – but it’s mostly in discomfort Hippies now take a drag, teeter on artificial joints Peace, love, rock-and-roll? Viagra, naps, Metamucil Culture they unleashed now subjected to leash laws yet I admire their restraint in not pandering to regret Read more

  • So, I call…

    Her night-sultry voice achieves what a closet of negligees cannot Read more

  • Gourmond

    God, incarnate – chili con carne? Does God eat ethnic food? The recipe on the bag of beans brags ‘heavenly chili’ so naturally, I question. Read more

  • “…yon window breaks”

    Light tumbles from her window staining the grass below; elongated rectangle of bright green in the night a trap-door of illumination I want to step on, fall through, down; down into the dusty cellar where she waits by that light. Read more

  • Semantics

    I said goodbye to my share of women. Some I loved some of whom loved me. once in a while it was mutual. some of them I left with regrets, sometimes I took them with me because they seemed portable . I have left things unsaid desires unmet plans incomplete; left with my head held… Read more

  • Misplaced

    Things put behind you deliberately differ from the things you leave behind and that are never claimed at life’s hat-check what happens, happens whats done, done over and out see you later where the hell did you disappear to? Read more

  • Prodigal poet

    I’ve come back to visit been quite some time which is no specific, I know where I have been what has transpired in my absence is not all that important neither is the ‘why?’ I have returned here, to this time, this place to put pen to paper thought to tangible idea thoughts left behind… Read more

  • Pocket change

    Old loves are a dime- a-dozen; here’s a quarter you can keep the change Read more

  • Harvest

    Separating the wheat of bittersweet remembrance from the chaff that was us reaping now what was sown then in blissfully ignorant soil Read more