Ponderable polemics, poetic

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  • Gated communities

    Never have I been further from my youth then when I returned to the scene of it places, people, things change time, people, lives elapse Going home is a metaphor smorgasbord; abandoned cabin overgrown with woods, withered by age dirt roads now paved familiar sights still sturdy though showing some age roadside greasy spoons now Read more

  • Complexities

    He lived his life with infectious, mirth- skewed hubris, flavored with a certain spiritual panache that inspired envy far more than disdain, admiration over ridicule and he never took any of it for granted. Women and men found him equally engaging he counted among his friends many who were far older, considerably younger than he. Read more

  • dive

    drowning fish scream for help while blaming their instinctual inadequacies also never believing in fate. Read more

  • Calling my wife at work

    Can I take you to lunch? Can I take you upstairs? I have only an hour to go where I desire to be taken; taking time for longings, for lunch taking time is tempting as you tempt me, letting me be taken to lunch or taken elsewhere always hungry because I am always taken with Read more

  • Résumé I…?

    Paperboy. ice-cream-scooper- slash-soda jerk; lumberjack, dishwasher donut-seller Early professions, pocket-money for adolescence, keen life-lesson reality checks still being cashed Passed the tests had some laughs Real, adult life, full-time living. Radio announcer. Construction-gopher census taker, house painter, shopping-mall Santa, radio station manager and pumpkin monger; more life lessons, more life lived, lived well Bellman, waiter, Read more

  • Transitional

    French Quarter coffee shop; ancient, transformed corner-building with a long view, a cloudy morning post-Saturday revelry, mingling with locals, the normal eclectic folks of ‘The Quarter’ just being; an older man, oblivious, sketches in a large pad, a young woman writes in a leather-clad journal, multiple laptops are in use, a variety of newspapers strewn Read more

  • Posers

    mannequins read the Kama Sutra; store closes, they envy Gumby Read more

  • Ball and dog

    Playful rat terrier with ball prancing triumphantly invoking her regal dignity; four-legged, conquering Kahn entering the wooden fenced city, blue ball clenched in death grip by jagged teeth ‘All hail the hero dog!’ Slobber-coated, bell-encasing rubber sphere lays in the grass where pretending-truculence dog has dropped it to subjugate knotted rope segment instead; fickle, dog-gone Read more

  • Campfire poem #49

    A log of pine a mug of coffee and thou Omar, I am not.   – Mark L. Lucker © 2016 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more

  • Campfire poem #71

    Campfire smoke makes a fine aphrodisiac but it lulls my wife to sleep making embers an ambiguous metaphor Read more