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.
Living Poetry
No matter results
I will still step forth each day
with my head held high
results are really about
how I act in my own life
I just hope my smile
is written on my face
and natural to my soul
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | November 2, 2020, 7:33 AMLove it! Great attitude.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | November 2, 2020, 7:41 PMthank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | November 2, 2020, 7:50 PMHi all. Here’s mine~: https://eastelmhurstagogo.wordpress.com/2020/11/02/daily-life/
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Posted by larry trasciatti | November 2, 2020, 11:13 AMLove the image of the wind there at the beginning. Very nice poem!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | November 2, 2020, 7:43 PMThanks I’m really happy you like it
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Posted by larry trasciatti | November 2, 2020, 7:45 PMNicely done. Thank you for taking us on a walk with you.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | November 4, 2020, 7:12 AMThanks
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Posted by larry trasciatti | November 4, 2020, 8:21 AMLovely poem! I particularly liked the image of the wind.
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Posted by Pen Wize | November 5, 2020, 10:20 AMNot sure I’m doing this, but the tiny print said to post our poem in the comments…. Here is mine :).
Fall
Chanah L. Wizenberg
Chilled crisp air
carrying the sweet scent
of apple trees in bloom.
I walk through
the dried leaves
delighting in their crunch
beneath my feet.
I watch the leaves fall
from their trees
delighted by
the bright colors.
The reds, oranges,
and yellows.
In life and in death,
nature’s remarkable
work.
Taking a deep breath.
A good long sniff,
my nostrils fill with the
chilled scent of decayed
leaves.
I can’t help it.
I love that smell.
Rich, robust and
somehow, life-affirming.
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Posted by Pen Wize | November 5, 2020, 12:33 PMWelcome to the Living Poetry prompt scene! Stop by on Mondays for more lovely ideas from prompt master Barker. This is a lovely poem. I especially liked the crispness, the colors, the scents.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | November 5, 2020, 1:27 PMThank you, Lisa.
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Posted by Pen Wize | November 5, 2020, 2:02 PMNice work. I love the chilled scent of decayed leaves and the last stanza highlighting that strange juxtaposition. Well done.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | November 5, 2020, 5:34 PMFinally posted my reaction to this prompt:
https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2020/11/06/stair-step-haiku/
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | November 6, 2020, 6:22 PM