Tag Archives: freedom

“The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.”

Posted on 2023/01/16 by Bartholomew Barker

“The arc of the moral universe is long,but it bends toward justice.” Justice does not come from policeexecuting choke holds and no-knocks. Justice comes from citizens of consciencebreaking unjust laws and accepting punishment. Freedom does not come from an armyof … Continue reading →

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Goals

Posted on 2022/11/30 by Bartholomew Barker

Goals Watching men from Ecuador and Senegalplay football in Qatar from a bar in Irelandthis poet from the United Statesacknowledges his decadence. Fortune kissed my forehead at birthwhen I came out white, straight and malein America. I can take my … Continue reading →

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The Four Freedoms (Revised and Amended)

Posted on 2019/04/28 by Bartholomew Barker

For today’s prompt, write a remix poem. That is, remix one of your poems from earlier in the month. There are many ways to do this. Turn a free verse poem into a traditional form (using lines from the original … Continue reading →

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The Four Freedoms

Posted on 2019/04/23 by Bartholomew Barker

Time for our fourth (but not final) Two for Tuesday of the month! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice! Write a free poem. Write a not free poem. The Four Freedoms “Freedom isn’t free” or so I’ve heard. It … Continue reading →

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Let Freedom Ring

Posted on 2018/04/04 by Bartholomew Barker

None of the prompts today inspired so I wrote about something else. Let Freedom Ring He fought for our freedom unlike the young men drafted to Vietnam or any who have volunteered since for Afghanistan or Iraq. He fought for … Continue reading →

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Freedom

Posted on 2015/09/21 by Bartholomew Barker

Maybe I could slip between the accordion bleachers in this farmtown gymnasium where mats cover the floor so folding chairs and music stands won’t scuff the hardwood but before I make my move the visiting orchestra ignites a thunderous chord … Continue reading →

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