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.
Little Golden Books
Under Christmas trees
Wrapped in shiny paper
I knew it was just for me
Nothing makes me happy
Like books under the tree
The gift of words of prose
Are ones which bring such glee
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I still have one of those Golden Books, Bartholomew the Beaver. Nice work!
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Of course! You must keep that one.
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It’s worth a fortune! But priceless to you, I am sure.
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Instructional Haiku:
Peace, Joy and Love are
not just for the holidays.
Practice them all year long.
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Hear! Hear!
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good idea, well put.
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Absolutely!
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Words on a Tree
words that sparkle, shine
gleaming in the dark
lit by candles
or
tiny white lights
words that endorse
encourage a sad face
emboldened
by a hug
or
pats on the back
words from sheet music
making you sing
notes shooting out
or
imbedded under skin
words printed, lasting
read over and over
in wee books
or
in letters kept forever.
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Love the first stanza. Great work!
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thanks. good prompt.
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This is like a song.
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