This week let’s write a love poem (since it is the season) but you may not use the word “love” nor any of its forms (lover, lovely, loving, etc.) in the either the poem, title or epigraph. Get out your thesauri and post the results in the comments below.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Living Poetry 
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Posted by joshuacushman89 | February 13, 2023, 6:35 PMNicely done. Thanks for sharing!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 13, 2023, 7:11 PMLikeLiked by 1 person
Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 13, 2023, 11:26 PMOffered in the spirit of You can’ live with them, you can’t live without them. Happy Valentine’s Day!
The longer the marriage
The shorter the time to be together
Things that make me crazy
Will turn to dust soon enough
Imagine your future self
without a warm body in bed
and weekday home cooked
meals to share
Be more kind.
Be gentler.
Be more patient.
Complain less.
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Posted by Second Act Blogger | February 14, 2023, 6:54 PMExcellent advice and a lovely poem. Great work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 14, 2023, 7:00 PMThank you Bart
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Posted by Second Act Blogger | February 14, 2023, 8:40 PMAgainst blue upon blue
the sun rains your warmth
soaking through my skin
in a tender caress
she lays next me
Clouds shield the dome overhead
fresh breezes rescue me
you cool me protect me
a soft covering
she shrouds over me
On buoyant grass
we look into each other’s eyes
the gateway to the soul
a tetragrammaton we can pronounce
yet still only a four letter word
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Posted by Chris Clarke | February 15, 2023, 9:38 PMLovely! Especially the first three lines. Well done.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 16, 2023, 5:29 PM