This week let’s write a poem with the words game, hot and until in it. This is another of those prompts where I randomly choose three words from a list of the top 1000 words in the English language plus a few of my favorites. Post your poems 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.
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | June 16, 2025, 3:47 PMA well done cautionary poem. Thanks for sharing, Nolcha!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 16, 2025, 7:32 PMLikeLiked by 1 person
Posted by Stine Writing and Miniatures | June 16, 2025, 9:25 PMCHEAP SEATS
Too hot to sit still on plastic seats.
Too close to strangers whose sweat
is so visibly repulsive. By now, she
no longer cared who won the damn
game. No longer cheered for the
long hit to left field as the player
rounded the base.
Too long. Too hot. Too boring. Until,
the foul ball, flying at ninety-five
miles per hour, landed at her feet.
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Posted by Tina Opines | June 17, 2025, 7:05 PMHa! You gotta pay attention at baseball which is difficult. Love the repulsive sweat. Thanks for sharing, Tina!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 17, 2025, 8:02 PMFun prompt!
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Posted by Tina Opines | June 17, 2025, 8:03 PM