This week let’s write an early bird poem. Are you up at dawn, eager to get to work? I’m not. I schedule these posts to fire off at 7am while I’m still nestled all snug in my bed.
For extra credit, since Wednesday is a holiday for some, maybe include a Christmas reference even though St. Nick is definitely a night owl.
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.
Living Poetry 
Early birds get worms
Worms get up too soon to live
You’d think they’d wise up
Perhaps a best gift for worms
Would be underground tunnels
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | December 23, 2019, 6:55 PMThe wise worm sleeps in! Well done.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | December 23, 2019, 7:06 PMThank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | December 23, 2019, 7:18 PMEarly Morning On Boxing Day Down Under
5:30am
the Laughing Kookaburra sings
like
the loud mouth aunt from afar
wearing floral prints dress
busier than the Christmas tree
taking over the karaoke
nobody in the house
hears anybody else
my breath
staled with vodka martini
olives and smoke meat scraps
in between my teeth
who would think
I am peckish again
standing in front of the fridge
in my short jammies
searching for
cold turkey and cranberry sauce
this will tide me over
to the 11 o’clock big brunch
served with
blue berry pancakes and beacon
poached eggs on sour dough
sauteed mushroom and tomatoes
for now
before the house is fully awake
best to enjoy a strong cuppa
and the short breeze
before the sun rises to
stink the fertilised backyard
and listen to
the drunken rellos’ banter
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | December 24, 2019, 12:03 AMWowzers!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | December 24, 2019, 3:51 AMI agree with Lisa again!
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Posted by Steve Croft | December 26, 2019, 2:22 PMAww
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | December 26, 2019, 5:17 PMGreat stuff! Very Bukowski!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | December 24, 2019, 8:50 AMI listened to him on podcast lately, he influenced me! I didn’t even realise it. Thank you so much! Merry Christmas to you and the Living Poetry readers! 🥳🌲💃🕺
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | December 24, 2019, 1:22 PMAnd a Happy New Year to you!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | December 24, 2019, 3:55 PM