Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress poetry site of poet Mark Lucker

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  • Distinctions

    “This is a God-forsaken place” she said ruefully, with a sigh “Not forsaken” I said, shaking my head in stubborn disagreement “more misplaced” patting all my pockets in mime,“like God when He can’t find his reading glasses”. Read more

  • Morning coffee

    Saturday. Early, but not too. I bring her a cup of coffee the rich stuff, good stuff our special Saturday blend. She stirs gently, like the brew I set the mug on her nightstand Pheromones blend with aromatic Arabica Saturday morning alchemy dissolves into Saturday afternoon Read more

  • Sweetness

    Memories of you scamper through my psyche like ants over the sugar cubes in grandma’s summer sugar bowl Read more

  • Dawning for a poet

    Scratchy, scraping, raw pencil on paper causes her to stir she turns sleepily my way half smiles, half sneers rolls back the other way she thinks I am writing a paean to some ancient love or other stray reminisce, hopes its not some sappy ode to her Sometimes it is. Other times I am writing… Read more

  • It wasn’t a muscle car, never garnered a ‘cool’ never showed up in a Beach Boys song (though we sure got around) friends thought me an automotive fool At 19, I bought a ’69 Plymouth Fury    station wagon, brand new to some unknown nuclear-family when I was only 10. No family to haul on vacation,… Read more

  • 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