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Monday Poetry Prompt: Prediction

This week let’s write a prediction poem. Put on your best Nostradamus hat and tell us about the future. (Rhyming quatrains, encouraged but not required.) Post your prophecies in the comments below.

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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.

Discussion

15 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Prediction

  1. Violet Lentz's avatar

    Oooo! I like this idea….

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    Posted by Violet Lentz | February 24, 2025, 7:22 AM
  2. Rall's avatar

    we could get stuck
    with a clone donald duck
    even though
    we live down under
    his hate consumes
    and travels like thunder

    elections are soon
    right wingers sing his tune
    polls promise a win
    the money will roll in

    said and done
    that’s all that counts
    wealth and riches
    beat a sermon on the mount

    love thy neighbour
    especially if his rich
    but if he’s poor
    throw him in the ditch

    of course you can push a camel
    through the eye of a needle
    all you need to do
    is a side bit of wheedle
    let’s do a deal
    see how great it feels
    money honey
    and lots of playboy bunnies

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    Posted by Rall | February 24, 2025, 8:13 AM
  3. crazy4yarn2's avatar

    You Can Bet on This One

    I predict that I will die.
    It’s inescapable.
    I can’t say the where and when,
    but maybe I’ll forestall it.

    Perhaps it’s best that I don’t know,
    I’d hold on to the hours.
    Ignorance is better bliss.
    I’ll love life to the fullest.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by crazy4yarn2 | February 24, 2025, 1:44 PM
  4. Chris Clarke's avatar

    I was having a productive morning before I saw this prompt… Thanks Bartholomew…

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    The proud will raise an awful song
    The path leads to a dreadful ruin
    Many will think there’s nothing wrong
    With the vile poison that they are spewing

    The sun doth hides its light from thee
    Whilst slimes of musk coat your veneer
    The twisted cross will fail you’ll see
    Our nation will heal, so say this seer

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Chris Clarke | February 24, 2025, 4:13 PM
  5. Violet Lentz's avatar

    I had to go for a story on this one, Bartholemew- I know that’s not what we’re doing here, but the muse had other ideas. I will link it, anyway, never know who might jump over and see what’s going on.-

    Oh and it’s not going live till Tuesday- so you have plenty of time to let me know if my prose is not wanted….

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Violet Lentz | February 25, 2025, 12:26 PM

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