Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

Philosophies

  • Pocket change

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

  • Roadside

    Opportunities passed by on roads not taken supplanted dreams decay like abandoned motels rife with rusting signs, broken neon-script hopes cracked-concrete dreams pot-holed asphalt parking lot rug stitched with weeds plenty of vacancies Read more

  • Banes of…

    You’ll never know what might have been you’ll never prove what could have been to loudly proclaim what should have been is the greatest of curses self-inflicted by men Read more

  • Faith

    Autumn leaves… …winter follows spring back… to summer cyclically erratic… eternally truncated life is… …fatal Read more

  • Dalliance appliance

    Open the door and the light comes on but only when you open the door Illuminated are the remnants of the recent past (some not so recent) the leftover bits and pieces, scraps and tasty morsels with which you can construct a spontaneous, piecemeal feast, a light lunch, or default snack fresh and climate controlled Read more

  • Dunking debunking

    Consider the common donut if you purchase one it comes with a hole you can purchase just the hole, but it is not a hole at all it is a ball; a doughy sphere made from a disc that once was where the hole is now, yet it was never truly a hole in its Read more

  • In step

    Time, so they say, always marches on its cadence, precise as any honor guard Mostly. Time is sometimes less a rhythm, more a tuning of a ukulele MY dog DOG has HAS fleas. fleas. My dog has fleas Time sometimes stumbles, but always finishes the parade Read more

  • Gratitude

    Thanking God for prayers unanswered should be a regular pilgrimage daily thanks sent heavenward as well for pleadings ignored, deals never made, proposals not acknowledged, pleas not granted, abstract make-a-wishful thinking, and rejection from past potential dates second guessing goes against my better adult judgment, yet fits my quirky analytical ways so thankfulness is sometimes Read more

  • Meditative bombast

    What I have inflicted on life and its responsorials and reprisals on me have proven that regrets teach – if you do the homework things, events once inexplicable are simply lessons learned in an evolving matriculation; tuition deferred, knowledge incurred, debits carried forward, erased Unlike my youthful self I am far less Dylanesque, unless positively Read more

  • Prey

    You cannot pursue your epiphany Elmer Fudd-like True, wascally revelation is cunning, coy, indiscriminate – charmingly droll, visceral with twinkling eye To hunt your trophy epiphany, to blindly stalk personal truth is just taking a walk. Truth – truth be told – is far more cunning than you are much more adept at being the Read more