Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

  • Mercy, me

    ‘There but for the grace of God…’ deity quantification is risky pragmatism ‘There but for…’ God’s grace, graceful mine, clunkily cacophonous in raw implementation two-left feet, I always want to lead God is gracefully mindful of my gaucherie bemused by my attempts at making things more complicated fraught with false starts learned skill accepting grace… Read more

  • Act II

    Your ‘traditional’ values a façade, community theatre set flimsy, off-kilter kitschy backdrop for absurdist black comedy faith as virtue dignity as punchline righteousness as truth pomposity as dignity oppression as plot twist ‘Jerry Mathers as The Beaver’ your black-and-white is showing nuance cannot be played by circus clowns deifying pies-in-the-face as western civilization’s high water… Read more

  • diurnal

    “…and there’s nothin’ short of dyin’ that’s half as lonesome as the sound of a sleepin’ city sidewalk and Sunday mornin’, comin’ down…” – Kris Kristoffferson There is no respite from the escape the night before, sketchy adrenaline rush of getting there, staying there, leaving behind whatever it was trying to find whatever it is… Read more

  • Love at the middle ages

    Being your knight in shining armor often means more work for you pounding out dents knocking off rust slapping in Bondo minimizing creaks knowing just when, where to squirt WD40 There is nobility in your exasperation at my Quixotic nature acceptance of my clunky, clanky chivalry; romantic caprices challenge your practicality whimsically, we joust word… Read more

  • Valentine poem #2

    Poets often liken love to roses summer days oceans other sundry natural phenomenon I see love in more esoteric yet practical ways; love is tartar sauce. It looks like hell you have no idea what might be in it yet you always seem to find it tasty. – Mark L. Lucker © 2017 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more

  • This

    seeking forgiveness for actions not taken words not spoken regrets not unwarranted youthful ignorance gave way to stilted maturation not me not my responsibility not now maybe later later oftentimes a no-show later may have passed later never was acknowledged now is the later you put off now is the time to right wrongs now… Read more

  • Act I

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  • Gnosis laid bare

    The tone of your discourse public, private, anonymous shrill, accusatory non-sequiturs blending reality, perception, personality seamless, misguided pastiche grounded in your justified fear of being wrong fear of not being right fear of differences fear of those similar, but who say unfamiliar things unbecoming via people that look, seem like you, aren’t at all, after… Read more

  • Chalk it up to…

    Late afternoon, dingy neighborhood dollar store picking up essentials: cleaning supplies, deodorant AA batteries Wile E. Coyote dynamite-sized sidewalk chalk in handy plastic bucket at checkout, mentally rough-drafting scratchy paeans to my wife colorful notes she will see as she departs each day down front steps, sidewalk dusty romance specific, uplifting, sometimes sexy sendoffs I,… Read more

  • D.N. A-OK

    Laboratory confirmation my dueling personas, seafaring-Norse explorers daring warriors, plunderers adventure-seekers fused with diaspora refugees tenacious, plundered, wary ‘chosen ones’ genetic certainty elucidates innate predilections to roam with jaunty impunity revel in ambiguities my explorer’s eye for risk-taking tempered by well-honed wry skepticism of faith, clashing with exploits sans piety, blithely eschewing atonement disparate impulses enjoined;… Read more