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February Visual Prompt

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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.

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8 thoughts on “February Visual Prompt”

  1. crazy4yarn2's avatar

    Where Strawberry Chocolates Come From

    Imagine some fruitcake farmer mushing up berries with straw into little hearts and spray-painting them red. Then he rolls them in paddies from his chocolate cows. He lets the mess coagulate, then plops them in paper white shells. He drops 12 of them at a time into a red box and ties it with a ribbon. He makes his entire yearly income every Valentine’s Day and smiles, knowing he’s fooled us again with poop-covered red straw.

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    Posted by crazy4yarn2 | February 5, 2024, 8:07 AM
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  2. Chico’s Mom's avatar

    I serenade my sweet

    I serenade my sweet.
    O, how I love thee.
    Thy scent, divine.
    The mere thought of you, heaven.
    ~
    Oh, my sweet.
    Numbers are useless.
    Words powerless.
    Expression meaningless.
    ~
    My sweet.
    My desire.
    My knees buckle at the thought.
    My mind looses all direction.
    ~
    Oh, my sweet.
    I number the days.
    An eternity has past.
    True, sad hours.
    ~
    My sweet.
    My eyes blur.
    A vision you are to behold.
    No flower as delicate.
    ~
    Oh, my sweet.
    I long to caress you.
    My hands trimble.
    Nothing is as sinful as you.
    ~
    My sweet.
    My mouth salivates.
    You and only you.
    A little drool.
    ~
    Oh, my sweet.
    You allude me.
    Tease me.
    Torment me.
    ~
    My sweet.
    Mine, you will be.
    Together.
    For – moments.
    ~
    Oh, my sweet.
    How I need to sink my teeth –
    anywhere.
    You will crack.
    ~
    My sweet.
    You will crumble.
    My sweet.
    I will lick you up and down.
    ~
    Oh, my sweet.
    I will glide my tongue
    over every surface.
    My sweet.
    ~
    My sweet.
    Come to me.
    Cookies, cakes, pies, ice cream, candy.
    My sweet.
    ~
    I serenade my sweet.
    I hate a diet.

    I Serenade my Sweet

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    Posted by Chico’s Mom | February 5, 2024, 8:34 AM
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