Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

  • Ephiphany

    Relaxed, I settle in comfortably chin on hand elbow on window 15,000 feet above the sprawling Mississippi Delta I am headed north leaving New Orleans; St. Louis bound Preferred window seat affords a view flame-streaked horizon far as can be seen, emanating from blazing orange ball perched precariously on the western edge of fading day… Read more

  • Recalculating

    another turning point crossroads of cliché and same ole what to do which way to turn got here without GPS will navigate as always, following stars gut instinct not infallible co-pilot riding shotgun, no desire to shoot let alone take aim even with windows down, wind in my hair freedom promised by open roads just… Read more

  • Sips

    I am a wine cellar unto myself occasionally decanted aged-to-perfection vintage at times acting the vinegar sweet, pungent varietal undertones serious melancholy drunk to forget remembering quite dry an acquired taste not for all people label me state certainly what I best accompany pairing me with prescribed ideals things I would never associate knowing me… Read more

  • By the dashboard light

    What was in our youth, mood lighting for teen romance – dim, yellowish-orange tinged spotlight on amateurishly fumbled front-seat lust has become, in our middle-aged driveway rendezvous, moment- before-we-go-in-from-a-night-out a weird glow of two blue-hued Smurfs who now bumble with seatbelts due not to inexperience – but for lack of practice and the confusion of… Read more

  • Antipasto!

    Dinner with my Valentine; wine and Sinatra. Fine haiku-be-do-be-do – Mark L. Lucker © 2016 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more

  • Restraint

    I burn for you. Remembering school hallway posters advising when in flames, stop, drop, roll. Subconsciously heeding long suppressed laminated Pictograms I have resisted the urge to do the safe thing whenever you walk in as my resulting floor gyrations would lack the panache to qualify as a mating dance ala National Geographic Still, I… Read more

  • Valentine’s Day, approacheth

    Adrift Over a beer, I blithely told a friend bemoaning a lost love there were plenty of “other fish in the sea” unmoved, he was, as I noted “there are also tires, discarded refrigerators and sunken oil tankers” Thus inspired he raised his glass, made a toast; “Let’s hear it” said he “for the girls… Read more

  • Three for the 2nd

    Cozy Den of Iniquity Wither thou goest oh, hibernating rodent! Preach thine prediction! Misdirected Celebratory nod today to the wiener; happy ground-hog day. Boondoggle Slovenly groundhogs stay in bed, Tweet conjecture; masses, pacified. – Mark Lucker Read more

  • Only Three Shopping Weeks Until Valentine’s Day

    For that special someone… Chocolates? Flowers?  Old hat? Poetry? Old school, modern times. Good stuff. http://www.amazon.com/Lost-found-holding-lovers-loving-ebook/dp/B018M876I0/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8   Read more

  • Give the gift of poetry

    Paperback, or for Kindle. On sale now!  http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B017LALIES Read more