The street preacher
Open Rowdy Cries
She distributes her wisdom
In the cities arch
One More number 24
One more to do
a table for two
I think not
in this spot
Snuggled in bed
with a pillow under my head
That’s the thing
I need more than a fling
23. Falling in Money
We all have fallen in Love
But how many
Have fallen in Money?
And like I love to say
“What about rising in Love?”
So why not
Rising in Money?
I didn’t know how long
It would take
Because I had no clue
This could ever happen
But now that it has happened
What a joy, what a dance
Of abun-Dance
From the wave
The big wave
Of Money
I have fallen in Money
Surrendered to Money
To My honey Money
I have fallen
And now I am rising
From Money in Money
Falling in Money
Then
Rising in Money
Are two extraordinary
Experiences of honey
The wave is flowing
And pouring all over me
And you and everyone
Money Honey Bunny
The wave is forever flowing
All over me
Let’s fall in Money
Again, my honey
Morning
Sunshine on the hanging baskets
Greet the flowers there
The trees stand still
Silhouettes on baby morning blues
Bushes and an apple tree
Awaken the birds in the yard.
My Thinking Place
The shed like a house
Guarding the yard
Unkempt grass
Loving the space.
Its my thinking place
The breezes move trees
Caressing the leaves.
Through my window now
I picture some snow
To cover the grass
Like a giant white sheet.
My eyes to fix
On very large trees
I will get out there
May sleep with the breeze.
Moon-Ku
Slowly moving moon
Velvet cloak encased waiting
Sunrising sublime
HOUR17
Some glamour please!
Where are you? You ran away
and I lost you forever.
No sign from you, total silence.
What a pity! I really loved you.
But my pure love did not reach
your heart, did not reach your soul.
Is that because you are shallow?
Is that because I was stupid enough to love you?
I did not fall in love, I just fell.
I fell in depression because of you
but I promise that I’ll rise again!
You mocked me enough, I will
come back to life as Phoenix!
So guys, where are my diva glasses?
Concerto
I am watching the rain
falling, in torrents
cascading off my roof
ala Niagara Falls
the images are overlays
the same, yet
incredibly dissimilar,
as are the sounds
water crashing off roof
to the soggy ground
the rain itself, pelting
glass, the walls, the roof
thunder roils the tableau
and I enjoy the pitch-
perfect harmonies of
an early morning rainstorm.
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2017
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24! A poem about high school
Red lockers, yellow lockers
The library hallway smells like spaghetti.
Stolen art supplies.
Wasted ink and glue.
The crunching of the guillotine cardboard cutter.
The stairs.
A painted quote above them.
I loved those stairs, I loved those red lockers.
A precious locket of memories in a locked brick building.
You can’t graduate from memories
Hour 24- view from my window
so many vehicles
honking their way through
the shady trees
trickling into my window
dust and birdsong