Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress poetry site of poet Mark Lucker

  • Put on your shoes

    “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step”       Laozi Our journey has finally begun there have been fits, starts, delays in getting here; now finally underway, I am ill at ease The irony, not lost on me An inveterate wanderer, – ‘Mr. Spontaneity’ to friends, family I do not… Read more

  • It’s all in the card

    Greeting card aisle all celebratory sins at your disposal birthday, anniversary shout-outs long-time-no-sees Thank-yous! Love you! I’m sorry! pronouncing gratitude for things and flings sorry-you’re-feeling-blue get well tomes Good luck! kiss-offs congratulatory over-priced nods to milestones earned, attained, survived sweated out colorful, sentimental, creased tagboard matching-envelope; touchstone marked by mirth! merriment! maudlin mooning! four-ninety-nine a… Read more

  • Morning coffee

    Saturday Early, but not too I bring her a cup of coffee rich stuff, the good stuff our special Saturday blend She stirs gently, like the brew setting the mug on her nightstand pheromones blend with aromatic Arabica Saturday morning alchemy dissolves into Saturday afternoon – Mark L. Lucker © 2017 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more

  • Clearly

    A woman I know dreamer, well grounded, ways of the world, the word loves clouds regularly posts pictures Facebook stratus updates from expansive plains of Texas accompanying commentary concise, imaginative sweetly humorous, poignant shapes, ideas, messages sometimes all the same picture love the images, treasure the friendship I prefer my clouds on their turf twenty-thousand… Read more

  • Eternal, spring

    “You see, you spend a good piece of your life gripping a baseball, and in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time.” – Jim Bouton Life is a scorecard; an encrypted story in exotic-to-the-unwashed hieroglyphs, easily, quickly translated by those versed in the language. We can excitedly, precisely… Read more

  • 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