Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. 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.
Mom said it would happen
she told me of the night
when Dad was out too late
prowling as he did
so she did the thing she had to do
now I get these reminders
and confusion
but, oh, the propositions
Mom said it would happen
she told me of the night
when Dad was out too late
prowling as he did
so she did the thing she had to do
now I get these reminders
and confusion
but, oh, the propositions
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Excellent!
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Thanks! It was fun!
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Ha ha ha!
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Glad to bring a laugh 🙂
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Oh noes….for some silly reason i unfollow this blog….i have been waiting for prompts…..grrr…..sticky fingers…
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but you’re back now and that’s what counts. 🙂
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Happy to be back!!!
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Welcome back!
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Welcome back!!
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Yikes! That’s someone’s nightmare. My poety is scared into hiding in the closet. Thanks Bart. 😀🤣
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I’m sure you can coax that poem out with a little limoncello.
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Come on out!
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