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Monday Poetry Prompt: Goal

This week let’s write a goal poem. It can be about setting goals, achieving goals or, if you’re like me, you’re interested a specific kind of goal this month. Take your best shot and, in this case, hit the Post (button) to share your GOOOOOOOALLLL in the comments below.

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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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13 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Goal

  1. There is no substitute for December
    The gray of January too glum
    The hopeful twilight of November too timid
    and the strangling fingers of summer’s heat
    too close to February to be trusted

    December is the cynosure
    a place of quiet, a place of rest
    a place one is always welcome
    but not a place a home can be made
    the dark too bright to stay

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | December 10, 2022, 11:07 AM
  2. Bad wifi and
    Free coffee
    On the train to Mebane
    Opens head space
    And a sliver of time
    To reimagine life goals
    For the last third of earthly existence
    And new strategies
    To articulate desires

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Second Act Blogger | November 30, 2022, 1:10 PM
  3. I think it needs work. I wrote it on my phone, a 1-finger poem, in about 2 minutes, before having to go to the county dump (daily chores). It’s a true story but fails to capture some of the feeling, especially the depth of the event, its impact, and aftermath.

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    Posted by Dennis or Donncha | November 28, 2022, 1:07 PM
  4. He was 16
    When he saw his neighbor,
    Shot, by soldiers,
    Slain in the street.
    And in that moment,
    Resolved, his goal,
    To take up arms,
    Thus rid his home
    Of that foreign state.
    What followed?
    A decade of prison,
    Forced to emigrate,
    His goal now only a dream,
    He thus unrepentent waits
    For time to reveal,
    His fate.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Dennis Corcoran | November 28, 2022, 11:57 AM

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