Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress poetry site of poet Mark Lucker

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  • Third day

    no hens French, partridge, doves. Lover’s budget limit: dinner, KFC Read more

  • Yuletide Evenings

    It’s the week before Christmas as I sit in my chair watching DVD fireplace-flames licking video air the room engulfed with sounds of the season; beloved vinyl (old 33’s) plus trusty cassettes, brand new CDs crackling logs, favorite carols and traditional tunes; the real meaning of Christmas, humorous ones, too; Of Rudolph and Frosty! Bells… Read more

  • Perceptions

    Old man sits alone park bench, chill wind stainless steel walker appears to cage him in captivity in the outdoors The man twitches oddly, erratically, ever more violently, piquing concern tinged curiosity; Parkinson’s, perhaps? Some other disorder? Should I call 911? Presuming my assistance I walk his way, stop short; beatific smile not evident from… Read more

  • most monochromatically not

    I’ve never seen the world in quaint, stark black and white even as a child, vivid shades of gray were crystal clear I have always seen life for what it really is; unnamed, unruly tints and hues both opaque and austere seeing life as purely black-and-white takes a special color blindness that I did not… Read more

  • Mental matinee

    Less frequently but with far more purpose, much sharper focus than my younger, more myopic days my workday mind meanders from the daily mundane to stray to tantalizing, sometimes R-rated thoughts, possibilities for later cerebral erotica starring my oh-so- vixenish-after-twenty-years wife My mind’s eye squints to concentrate on the unfolding cinematic epic in my head when… 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

  • savor

    egg nog (with nutmeg); ambrosia for us mortals. holiday manna Read more

  • shorthand

    text wife: ‘Dory?’ It cannot also be ‘hunky’ as I am elsewhere Read more

  • A poet goes Plato

    a bar napkin is a sometimes soggy palate Big Chief tablets are beloved by 2nd graders and poets used envelopes do the trick, postage paid matchbook cover epics cause inspired squinting haikus on store receipts cannot be returned hey, as long as the poem makes the page Read more

  • A philosophy. Of sorts.

    I never do stand holding umbrellas in lightning storms or crowded elevators though it may come as a shock and I remain leery of men who pair paisley neckties with argyle socks I never found it worth dating a girl based on the reflection of her patent leather shoes and I am always wary of… Read more