Paradox Waits For You
Perhaps
Another
Reader
Accuses
Death
Of
X-ing
Walkways
After
Initially
Taking
Sabbaticals
For
Other
Reasons
You
Obviously
Underappreciate
Stop
Ruminating
Cogitating
Thinking of betrayal.
Agitating
Analysing
Whys, wherefores and whats.
Picking at it
Worrying it
Wondering how if
You could only just forget,
The stings
The pain
The rainy past
And then
Reinvent a brand new
Story
Germinate
And feed it good
You’d extract the honey from
This hive mind
And not feel quite so sick.
3. He Found a Gun…
He found a gun and shot her.
He found a gun and shot her.
He found a gun and shot her.
He found his mother’s gun with his tiny four year old little boy hands and shot her in her 20 month old pink little sister face.
There is no poetry here.
There is no poetry here.
There is no poetry here.
There is no poetry anywhere now…
no poetry lives here.
Nothing left #thepoetrymarathon #prompthour3
Past where the moon pins the sky
clamber aboard a running tram
let us go then, you and I
past the bleating of the lamb
clamber aboard a running tram
you keep the lighter in your pocket
past the bleating of the lamb
your cigarette glow for now is quiet
“I have no tears left”, I say
Your cigarette glow, for now is quiet
Your smile falters as you look away.
“I have no tears left,” I say
“Nothing left of myself to give.”
Nothing left of myself to give,
Nothing left of myself to give
This old heart spawns no relief.
Summer of then
I remember searingly
when I need to and
when I don’t
days of youthful summers
grandparent’s lake home
woodlands of
northern Minnesota
Only child
only grandchild
given free rein to roam
explore
discover
understand
all on my own terms
I remember searingly
when I need to and
when I don’t
sitting on their dock
watching
the lake
the birds, fish
other people
self-taught in the fine art
meditating
though at the time I
thought it just
being lazy
I remember searingly
when I need to and
when I don’t
sights
sounds, smells
birds by their calls
trees by their barks
paths by how I had
walked them
I remember searingly
when I need to and
there is rarely a time
when I don’t
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2021
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Lost (feat. Google Maps)
Newest way to get lost
1. Download Google Maps
2. Follow blue line
Walk 3 ft
Catch the 56 bus for 36 stops
(See neighborhoods)
Get off and walk 400ft to Blue line stop
Wait for the 126 bus
3. Look around for bus stop
4. Realize that the 126 doesn’t stop here
5. Call an uber or head back to original mode of transportation
6. Wonder why Google was so off
7. Arrive destination on your left
The Park
An oasis
in the
desert of city life
Shells
Shell pen ink needs
replacing free flow
writing with faint ink is hard.
I am a pen in need of a refill.
My ideas are burned
out of my cortex
in the wake of
me next work day.
I am a pen in need of a refill.
I need a well font
of new prompts
to jump start poetry.
I am a pen in search of a refilla shelled tool waiting to be chosen to…
Many Things
Many things
Many things
Many things aren’t what they seem
Many things
Many things
Many things aren’t worth seeing either
Many things
Many things
Many things speak of many means
Many things
Many things
Many things lack their meaning still
Many things
Many things
Many things could lead to something
Many things
Many things
Many things could lead to nothing too
Many things
Many things
Many things could bring forth gain
Many things
Many things
Many things could crop up in one day
Many things
Many things
Many things could wilt and die in a blink
Many thanks
Many thanks
Many things have their analogies
Many things
Many things
Many things reflect on its philosophies
Many things
Many things
Many things weren’t always many
It started from being small.
Breath of Life
Life is so fragile
Often unfair and volatile
The color of our skin
The different shades of melanin
Offensive to our next of kin.
Created by a God of love and mercy
Have we lost the sense
That we are all worthy
Worthy of our breath
Worthy of our right to be.
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
Three words we shouldnt have to say
Just to be able
To live a life
That everyone deserves
Just the same.
I pray the stigmas broken
And the norms we know re-written
No one should be the victim of
I can’t breathe.
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