This week let’s write an unacceptable poem. The poem itself needs to be acceptable, assuming we want to get published, but the subject does not. Post your unacceptable response in the comments below.
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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Just posted my unacceptable poem: https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2020/08/24/unacceptable/
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 24, 2020, 9:08 PMhttps://prolificpulse.blog/2020/08/26/meet-me-in-the-middle/ I mixed things up this week!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 26, 2020, 12:53 PMVery nice.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 26, 2020, 5:27 PMThank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 26, 2020, 6:31 PMbetween pauses only long enough for breath
spewing lies and venom and discord
encoded in words used
coursing through our times
they want to order this place
like 1954 or 68 or 89
as unacceptable as always
like 1956 and countless other days
we are called out of silence
with our tools and talent
with chisels or ink or magnetic bits
to restate an acceptable thanksgiving
for all unacceptable times
for today and forever if needed
especially for those who have never thought to wield a chisel
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Posted by Chris Clarke | August 27, 2020, 10:59 AMLove the “chisels or ink or magnetic bits” line.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 27, 2020, 10:27 PM