Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress poetry site of poet Mark Lucker

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  • Changing of the Guardians

    Changing diapers we once foolishly hoped were a passing fad too soon wistfully outgrew all-star wrestling bouts on sopping pads consoled ourselves with years of wiping runny noses becoming laser-precise, discreetly or not plucking odd clumps from noses, Cheerios from ears via pointer-finger-and-thumb industrial tweezers overcame defiance deftly utilizing Kleenex-and-spittum wash cloths to rub off… Read more

  • Call me, Ishmael. Leave a message.

    We all have within us some Captain Ahab obsessively pursuing something, someone unattainable physically or mentally we quest something lost never obtained hadn’t the courage or stomach for a diem you could never carpe uselessly we quest a time we came close nagging should haves gnawing what ifs crimes of passion not worth prosecuting each… Read more

  • Confidently…

    I have grown accustomed to astonishment of others silently, smugly I take their surprise as less personal affront more opportunity to exploit their naiveté-tinged ignorance (when not feeling charitable) making any successes sweeter though I oftentimes regret my haughty self-restraint in not saying ‘I told you so’ actions chat louder than words though aren’t always… Read more

  • Flying east at dusk

    The setting sun chases us eastward orange-scorched ripples of cumulus white race with us neck-and-neck ablaze, dying wisps of cotton embers envelop us while about to be snuffed out by rapidly encroaching nightfall fleeting light from behind speeds toward a head-on collision with onrushing darkness a mesmerizing train wreck at thirty-thousand feet I cannot turn… Read more

  • Denver Airport Haikus

    ### flying through clouds a kaleidoscope of white I don’t have to squint ### thirty-thousand feet; Samsonite table Kansas sans the two-of-clubs ### creative crackling cloud neurons, plane synapses CAT scan of my brain – Mark Lucker Read more

  • Customer

    sitting at a  rickety card table a cloudy, droll Saturday morning yard sale boredom broken only by protracted used appliance deal negotiations with dubious dollar store Trump-wannabees dumping a half mug of stale coffee onto our cyclone fence-climbing Morning Glories a change-purse toting fortysomething housewife-financier chides my wastefulness, asks the price of the empty mug… Read more

  • Waiting for Felix

    Quintessentially American; refrigerator door Louvre stylistically Picassoesque, Daliesque though Dadaism and Mamaism predominate as pudgy-finger tempera on newsprint evolved into more complex designs, bolder expressions of the artists vision in markers on white paper, macaroni on tag board, leaves melted in wax paper Like any good museum, the exhibits rotate; handsomely, haphazardly framed via magnets-on-white-enamel… Read more

  • Ode dear.

    My students engaged with our classroom material! Rh negative blood shows up with more frequency than authentic interest my high school sophomores academic pursuits escape without breaking a sweat until today, our unit on poetry contemporary poetic takes on relationships, life, old basketball players, the homeless and disenfranchised have left them unmoved, their empathy still… Read more

  • Lamenting angst

    If one can grieve what never was if unfulfilled wistfulness is worthy of sorrow If could’ve should’ve maybe regretfulness can be mourned I will go to the wake pay my respects sing praises lifting an anthem of toasts to the dearly departed Then I’ll tip my hat leave my money on the bar and the… Read more

  • Advancement

    I eschew sex. Firmly entrenched now in middle age I have found the act wanting, boring the physicality dull, unimaginative old hat Sex has lost its interest in me shunning sex, I have discovered making love It is the side effect of experience the residue of having love, lost, found I am the artist who… Read more