Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

Introspection

  • Pilgrim

    I am a spiritual man I believe stuff. I have read a lot, lived a bunch, experienced much, seen and did things Other people of different places, peoples, cultures old ways and fresh ideas. have always piqued my curiosity Ideas of life, concepts of God, the/a hereafter, meanings of life, purposes for existing. Questions, asked Read more

  • Auld Lang sign here, please

    Resolving, revolving promises made, kept, broken a yearly event spontaneously preordained commitments utterly devoid of promissory intent, overflowing self-mockery filling all potholes on the poorly paved road to hell Resolving, revolving nothing stays the same but the yearly promises to change though attitudes ingrained leave revelatory mandates estranged new year, old refrain Read more

  • ‘Bang. Bangbangbang.’

    Middle age and being a grandfather for the first time finds me going back and looking forward reflecting on past errors, omissions, miscalculations and major ‘oopsies’ in hand-mirror over-the-shoulder Annie Oakley sharpshooter-style without the gift of an eagle eye or benefit of practicing good aim I happily fire away Read more

  • Timing

    Night comes, day goes – or vice versa. Who knows? Nocturnal vices of peers- beer, dancing, sex, beer in no particular order My vices of the night – words, paper, words am I more profound, or more boring – or vice versa? Who knows? Day comes, night goes Read more

  • dusty hallmarks

    on a high shelf, back of my closet a box filled with greeting cards anticipating events that will be potential celebratory moments categorized for their joyousness or seriousness depending on the occasion and personality involved waiting for the perfect time, the perfect card for the right person at the back of the box those lesser Read more

  • Perched. Quietly.

    Perched. Lurking. A homecoming overture to dance snidely rebuffed former friends wronged, promises not kept, purposely broken someone left behind Threats made in anger bitterness and betrayal; jealousy, envy Sitting, watching. Stoic yet tenuous, sinister yet benign, stone cold and weathering watching, waiting…for…? They are all here gargoyles on my soul 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

  • Fold this for a minute…

    My past is a detailed map of mosaic tiles; true picture discerned only from a distance up close, personal, the lines of each piece go every which way and intersect at odd angles going nowhere and everywhere Step back a bit and the picture comes into cleaner, crisper focus you see where you have been Read more

  • KAAAA-boom

    Periodically, I implode my muse a well-placed charge when set off correctly, it does the job neatly, as it should, with a dusty cloud of self-regard blowing up something big irrevocably changes the skyline, surrounding landscape, leaving an wobbly pile of rubble to be climbed on and explored, sifted through, then hauled away Only then Read more

  • Look alikes

    My old family photos; little, black-and-white, white-bordered circus fun-house mirrors the reflection peering back at me is not a true replica; more a police artist’s puzzled rendering of what nine different witnesses describe as the same bank robber I look at me and see that someone else staring back in a very clear-cut case of Read more