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.
Some poetry for you: https://melissalemay.wordpress.com/2024/06/03/peonies/
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Posted by Melissa Lemay | June 3, 2024, 10:21 AMLove your use of the verb “bestrew”!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 3, 2024, 7:49 PM😆thanks.
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Posted by Melissa Lemay | June 3, 2024, 9:48 PMhttps://medium.com/@nolchafox_14571/goodbye-to-spring-f14ee7eb9700?sk=c747136c727dba3c81c8884a2d6d1112
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | June 3, 2024, 12:40 PMLovely metaphor! Very well done!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 3, 2024, 7:51 PMThanks, Bartholomew! I wanted to tie in Casablanca, but I chickened out.
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | June 3, 2024, 8:32 PMYou can always revise.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 3, 2024, 8:33 PMhttps://bartbarkerpoet.com/2024/06/03/on-vacation/
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 3, 2024, 10:20 PMNo, it will have to be a new poem. I’ll have to review the dialog and give it a new go. I love that movie!
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | June 4, 2024, 8:54 AMI started out with good intentions, but like all such things, it went a different way:
That Certain Something
Bogart had it in “Casablanca.”
Monroe had it in “The Seven Year Itch.”
That tilt of the head.
That look, that spark.
that turn of the lip.
Films almost catch it.
Magazines want it.
The French call it va-va-voom.
My va-va-voom took a wrong turn
and ended up in the Cleveland sewer.
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | June 4, 2024, 8:01 PMHa! Nicely done, especially the last three lines of the first stanza.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 4, 2024, 8:51 PMThanks, it was accepted for publication. Even sewer poems have a chance for fame…..
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | June 5, 2024, 8:24 AMCongrats!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 5, 2024, 4:45 PM