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Monday Poetry Prompt: On the Sidelines

This week let’s write an “on the sidelines” poem. It’s a sports idiom but I think the meaning is obvious even to those who have no interest in sports. Write a poem about someone or something that stays on the sidelines during a conflict then post your score 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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14 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: On the Sidelines

  1. test reply #2

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    Posted by ts19page | January 14, 2023, 6:55 PM
  2. Harmatia and Original sin

    Though it is less original,
    missing the mark on virtue,
    Harmatia is a first class literary
    device, a tool,

    To show the pathos of the mis-guided
    man, or the woman whose beauty
    become an arrow in the heart of her,
    She who seemed to all, an invitation to
    desire.

    Old beauties reconnoiter
    the retirement village
    Where sure enough, one waits
    for perfectly aligned eyes and
    flawless skin
    wrinkled but still luminous

    And what old man would not like
    to sit watching TV at night
    with her and her reckless past,
    while lovers kiss on screen
    and he can almost feel a memory of delight?

    He laughs best who laughs last,
    she is the punchline of all his final
    dramatic, climatic, repasts.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by ts19page | January 13, 2023, 10:57 AM
  3. I am sorry, I I tended to write a poem, but it turned into a micro story.
    http://flickerofthoughts.com/2023/01/10/family/

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | January 10, 2023, 6:53 AM
  4. I sat on the curb
    when my brother learned to ride
    training wheels off
    flying down the road

    “Why can’t I try”
    “Your too young to learn to ride”
    “When you are older I let you
    Then you can fly”

    In my teens I didn’t make the first cut
    In my twenties everyone loved “Thirtysomething”
    In my thirties “Friends” was all the rage
    In my forties I was too green to be in the C-suite
    In my fifties they all wanted a youthful fresh perspective
    In my sixties I sat waiting for an emergency room bed to free up
    In my seventies I watched the clock for meals to be served down the hall
    In my eighties I saw my friends go to the front of the line

    When the coach finally calls
    and I am put in to play
    I will know how to sing the part
    of a chorus member, not the lead

    That role is already taken

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Chris Clarke | January 9, 2023, 11:46 PM

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