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.
Trample stomp scurries scratches
Tinny rooftop over my head
Wake up call
As the troops of scurrying squirrels
Prepare their day
It’s futile to sleep
Time to gather nuts
Well, I’m always writing about Red Squirrels and coniferous forests! Let me mind wander a bit and thought about how that squirrel is nice dressed… it went from there…
Gorgeous shot of the squirrel!
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Free stock photos can be wonderful things.
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LOL Yes, they are! I’ve been inspired by a few. 😉
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Over the Hedge
There is a food shortage
in our town
except the gated community
I’ve found a way
to climb over the hedge
to help myself
with some leftover party food
and pack some for later
On my way back down
I come face to face
with a squirrel
nibbling on a pine cone
It looks at me
I look at it
Suddenly I feel really sad
because God looks after a squirrel
better than me
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Certainly better than we look after each other. Well done!
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😊
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Trample stomp scurries scratches
Tinny rooftop over my head
Wake up call
As the troops of scurrying squirrels
Prepare their day
It’s futile to sleep
Time to gather nuts
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No sleep ’til winter. Well done!
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Squirrels on the roof do seem to stimulate a call to do your part to gather nuts, or poems as nuggets of thought.
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Red Squirrel Delight
Sky rockets in sight
red squirrel delight,
quick intricate delight.
Russet fur
and conifer
further than you were,
Yet close enough
to spy the spry
sparkle in the creature eye.
Fall hispid feasts of fulsome
cones and seeds,
a crunch for lunch,
Prickle branch,the twiggy perch
woven crisscrossed and intertwined
geometrical divisions
in lines and counter lines.
He pauses here
In tangled tines
and barbed sprig, until
switched at a moment’s twitch,
the scene is gone,
scurried Sciuridae.
Gnawed, the cone falls
branch to branch
down labyrinthine ways
landing soft, weightless,
and enfolded on the earth.
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Love that Prickle branch stanza. Nicely done!
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Thank you for the comment!
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It a cool beat!
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Thank you!
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Riding on the 1 – train
Not my usual R
To Upper East Side
Someplace different to ride
He sat there
In his ruddy camel-hair overcoat
on an orange-colored seat
Perfectly coiffed, perfectly perfect
With a brief glance
he sized me up
not a threat
not worthy of his attention
back to his bento box
he ate his supper
probably thinking of the sales of that day
dreaming of the upcoming weekend
I just tried to keep warm
as I jumped out to head downtown
content not to eat bento box dinners
and get back to Brooklyn before 10:00
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Nice story. I sure didn’t expect something like that from the picture. That’s the wonders of the prompt. Thanks!
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Well, I’m always writing about Red Squirrels and coniferous forests! Let me mind wander a bit and thought about how that squirrel is nice dressed… it went from there…
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Nicely done
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The squirrel-like person we have seen from time to time, something in the pose and the eye it seems. We share less identity than recognition.
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Don’t feed me your lies
A stick is not a nut
I hunger for truth
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Ha! Nice little haiku. Thanks!
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Perfect!
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love it Jeannie, what a great poem!
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Very cute! 💚😄
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Thank you Cassa! 😊
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Squirrel
(In response to Bartholomew Barker’s November Visual Poetry Prompt)
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
We sat eye to eye
Me, inside my warm, cozy cabin
Sweet scent of hot apple cider
dancing happily around me
Him, resplendent in his home
Snow framing his petite form
Boughs of evergreen
bouncing softly in the breeze
A bite of my cinnamon stick
He gnawed on his and stopped
Taunting me
Teasing me
A chattered challenge
I took up the melee
popping the entire sweet
onto my exuberant tongue
Not to be outdone
he devoured his delight
Those sharp teeth sawing
with meticulous precision
Shiny brown eyes glare at me
through frost glazed windows
Two cinnamon sticks had I
poor mr squirrel he had none
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Lovely story. Hope you shared with him!
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I like the lively tone
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Great picture of the seeming challenge in the squirrel’s eye!
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ts19page – Thank you! 😊
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