I’ve dealt the cards
rolled the bones
read the leaves
from my morning tea
memorized Nostradamus
(so tired of his quatrains)
picked over scripture
looking for hidden ciphers
calculated my own birth chart
with 21st century precision
yet by the time
I predict the future
it’s already past
(for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt and Living Poetry’s Monday Prompt.)
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. 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 lives and writes poetry.
this one put a smile on my face
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So glad!
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Bravo! ✍🏼🔮
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Thanks, Michele!
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My treat, Bart!
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I love the last line, Bart. It made me laugh. 🤣❌❤️
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So glad, Carolyn!
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So true!
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Maybe someday…
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Monday morning quarterback!
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By Monday morning you know if you’ve won or lost.
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Yup!
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