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Monday Poetry Prompt: Glass, Pound, Badger

This week let’s write a poem with the words glass, pound and badger in it. This is another of those prompts where I randomly choose three words from a list of the top 1000 words in the English language plus a few of my favorites. (Yes, badger is one of the favorites I added.) Post your poems in the comments below.

About Bartholomew Barker

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.

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35 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Glass, Pound, Badger

  1. So, I always reply late to these prompts because my weeks are so intense. Fridays are part of my regular 3-day weekend. So I marinated on this all week and offer the following thoughts.

    Badger

    Channel a badger
    Powerful
    Fierce
    Magnificent in her squat wideness

    Channel her essence
    Pound obstacles to dust
    Break the glass barriers holding you back
    Embrace your inner goddess

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    Posted by Second Act Blogger | November 19, 2021, 12:08 PM
  2. “I hated that gig” said Bucky Badger
    Slamming his glass mug down at the Plaza

    “I only took it ’cause that stupid (Goldy) ​Gopher
    was going to do it $250 bucks”

    Now everywhere I go I hear

    “Snaaake! SNAKE!”

    “I should have stuck with football
    and never have gone into the meme scene”

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | November 17, 2021, 11:07 PM
  3. Inspired by a favourite book of mine ~ Wind in the Willows by Graham Greene

    He popped up from his Holley house,
    Eyes blinking in the morning sun.
    His brunch-time tummy rumbling;
    Time for some foodish-fun!

    He shuffled over to Badger’s house,
    Just a shortish walk away,
    “Morning’ Badger, my old mate!
    How’s you like to come and play?!”

    Badger, awake for hours already
    Was happy to waddle along,
    He loved his Moley friend,
    Whistling a cheery song.

    They arrived at the cosy pub
    Perched right on the river’s edge,
    Sun glistening in the blue sky,
    They grabbed a table just near the hedge.

    “A glass of two of your finest ale!
    Sang Mole to the Hedgehog bartender.
    “And ploughman’s lunch and pie and mash,
    We don’t want this to turn to a bender!”

    They sat and they drank their dark brown ale,
    Moley and Badger. Two great friends.
    “I’ve a pound in my pocket and great company,
    I hope this day will never end!”

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    Posted by Lisa Bolin | November 15, 2021, 2:04 PM
  4. Note: This is complete nonsense but was fun. Theriatrics is Veterinary Medicine.

    Badger Adage-er

    Though the Cadger is a cad for cadging
    And the Badger is bad for an adage
    the hedge is really good for edging
    But only a wedge is neat for wedging.

    A pound is neutral measure
    a bag of gold or cure for prevention
    on the other hand it would be rash
    to demand a pound of flesh

    Unless of course
    you think your house of glass
    gives you a preternatural pass
    for throwing stones to harass
    the aptly brittle upper class.

    Still prevention is a cure for badger bites
    better than the pounds you pay
    for transparent huts, supplies of bricks
    or the ministrations of sage theriatrics.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by ts19page | November 15, 2021, 10:11 AM
  5. Knocked my drunk wine glass down
    Mum’s carpet stained blood red
    the cleaning cost me a gorgeous pound
    no redemption despite, instead
    I carry disgrace everywhere ’cause
    it nicked my repute the nastiest way
    clumsy as a badger with my paws
    is what I am known to this day…

    Liked by 5 people

    Posted by utopicdystopian | November 15, 2021, 8:55 AM
  6. Billy Badger was small
    his mama, Betty, called him half pint
    his daddy, Buddy, said he was like a glass half full
    but Billy did not drink in all this nonsense
    he grew up to be a reporter
    where being short and discreet had advantages
    last I heard, he was shortlisted
    for a raise

    Liked by 4 people

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | November 15, 2021, 8:30 AM
  7. A Badger, A Glass and a Pound
    by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

    Response to Bartholomew Barker’s
    Monday Poetry Prompt “Glass, Pound and Badger”

    Badger wiggled his lithe body
    up and over the rungs of the chair
    until finally he sat at the top
    where he ordered a pint for a pound
    not noticing all the odd stares

    No one, not one could ever recall
    a badger before who sat in a chair
    and ordered a pint for a pound
    who then clasped that tall glass full of sweet
    badger grass with a long salty border

    It didn’t take long and that badger was gone
    but before heading back underground
    he lifted his glass and said with a grin
    Now that’s a good night when I can get
    a glass full of pint for a pound

    Liked by 6 people

    Posted by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris | November 15, 2021, 8:04 AM

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