Born on Friday the 13th
he crosses humans’ paths
just for fun
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
Uh uh. I’ll break a mirror over his head. Wait. What?
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My cat, Moriarty, breaks mirrors with a fwap of his tail and spits broken glass.
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He’s not a tequila drinker is he? Hairy chest? Sounds familiar.
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He’s very hairy! Long whiskers too.
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LOL!!
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Happy Friday the 13th!
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Hee hee! :)
black cats are all that
is good about pet ownership
gifting new black sweaters
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Ha! Gifting black sweaters one hair at a time.
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I have a white dog to save me …
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You just have to make sure Frankie crosses your path traveling in the opposite direction.
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Yeah … he’s good at that 🐶
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Meow 🖤🌚
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Nice kitty!
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That’s cats for ‘ya.
Here’s one of my favourite cat poems….
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Thanks a good one. Thanks for sharing.
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You’re welcome. I like the idea of the man trying to catch words, and the cat trying to catch mice.
And your black cat will be in m’blog soon.
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And thanks for the future reposting.
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Ta-Dah!
http://www.spanglefish.com/berniesblog/blog.asp?blogid=16098
One poem, leading to another.
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Thank you, BB!
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