Poems

Poems

swim through rivers of wine
are caught with lipstick lures
gutted cleaned and grilled
left as a sacrifice to the Muse
in the hope that another hungry
mind will be nourished


 

(a little ars poetica for the first Sunday of National Poetry Month)

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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.
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14 Responses to Poems

  1. ivor20's avatar ivor20 says:

    The mound of poetry pages
    Began chanting louder
    “We’re not finished yet
    Do not leave us for dead
    Under this thick biblical heap
    Please tend to your lost sheep”
    And I was silently listening
    To their distant preaching
    But I’m not that proud
    And I quickly lit the gunpowder

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  2. Drunk, stained, filleted, consumed. What a metaphor for life.

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  3. berniebell1955's avatar berniebell1955 says:

    Here’s one by friend Wend…..

    Poetry

    Poetry is terribly personal,

    Invites people to ‘look inside’,

    This is how I perceive what surrounds me,

    How I live, what I love, why I cried.

    It’s risky, sometimes, to be open,

    Court ridicule, pity or contempt.

    But it comes, all the same, from within me,

    Bursting out, whatever my intent.

    And it hurts, now and then, in the making,

    Then it grows and takes on its own form,

    And I wonder just where did it come from,

    Then I’m proud of this new thing, I’ve borne.

    Wendy Alford July 2006

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  4. I love your poem!!!

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  5. Hope is always good!

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  6. Susi Bocks's avatar Susi Bocks says:

    It tis, it tis! Were you in a bar writing again?

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