Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress poetry site of poet Mark Lucker

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  • 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

  • In focus

    Grainy black-and-white squares of life framed in sometimes dated white; glossy paper mosaic tile dioramas snippets of life that have given way to phone-shot, high resolution videos that show all, tell virtually nothing You can’t sift through a file full of instant gratification videos, you can’t scroll through a pile of snapshots of folks in… 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

  • Imponderably tasty (Love is… #18)

    Love is like peanut butter some prefer it smooth, glides easily along the bread others like it chunky, rough, more substance, texture, nothing comes easy, tears the bread up from time to time 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

  • D-M-V (Love is… #30)

    Love is a driver’s license photo You know who the person in the picture is – sort of, maybe you think it is you – your glazed eye, mug-shot provenance makes even you double-check triple-check yourself in the mirror the morning after facial expression defying logical description; contorted hybrid of happiness and electrocution-by-chair It was… Read more