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.
Continents apart day after day, “When you come back, I’ll be here.” I remember you said.
I am standing here foolishly holding onto a distant promise soaked in the winter rain.
The bench is painted red.
Is it a sign for good luck or just man made passion to hide the worn-out memory?
We need to be sure there is nothing left to say, to explain, to retain.
Pain, I finally ready to let go.
It shivers out of my heart into the cold
Today I want rain
something to make things slow down
resetting this world
truth is there is no settling down
when pains run deep in souls
but sleep, deep sleep
cannot hurt sad souls
Living Poetry 
I spoke to her
that lady of Avalon
in crushed blue and bands of polished silver
before the wealth of Tintagel
would make the land wealthy
Poems
in lines of
two, three, five, eight
Day and night
sweetness
She said that she would make me a dias
Safe from time
Scarlet and Iron
and I said I would wait for her return
forever
I sit on that bench
Nearly hidden from casual eyes
Still brilliant
Floating in a sea of prose
with the breeze separating each page
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Posted by Chris Clarke | June 5, 2020, 12:05 PMI always see the problem AFTER I press “Post” 🙂
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Posted by Chris Clarke | June 5, 2020, 12:15 PMVery nice. England could use a better leader these days.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 5, 2020, 5:29 PMAnother Fairy Take Ends
Continents apart day after day, “When you come back, I’ll be here.” I remember you said.
I am standing here foolishly holding onto a distant promise soaked in the winter rain.
The bench is painted red.
Is it a sign for good luck or just man made passion to hide the worn-out memory?
We need to be sure there is nothing left to say, to explain, to retain.
Pain, I finally ready to let go.
It shivers out of my heart into the cold
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | June 2, 2020, 2:36 AMWow. Love those last two lines.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 2, 2020, 4:57 PMChill bumps on my chill bumps!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | June 3, 2020, 1:06 PMToday I want rain
something to make things slow down
resetting this world
truth is there is no settling down
when pains run deep in souls
but sleep, deep sleep
cannot hurt sad souls
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | June 1, 2020, 11:25 AMVery nice and apropos.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 1, 2020, 4:54 PMThank you
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | June 1, 2020, 5:29 PM