Bartholomew Barker, Poet
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Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet
1h ago
If you were a flower, what kind would you be?
How would you feel if you received a bouquet of yourself?
If you were a cloud, what shape would you be?
How would you feel about meteorologists?
If you were a color, what shade would you be?
How would you feel if all the lights went out?
When holding hands with your poet,
do you caress the callous on their middle finger?
do you trace the veins and tendons on the back?
do you read their palm for clues?
When watching a movie in the theater with your poet,
do you ask why they were the only one laughing or crying?
do you sneak in a bottl ..read more
Bartholomew Barker, Poet
1d ago
The leaves beckon me to reach higher
taunting with whispery voices
then I look down and can’t see the ground
Clinging tight to the trunk
until I hear the dinner bell
and friends gather laughing from the grass
It takes twenty minutes and my dignity
for the fire department to arrive
but at least I didn’t fall
(Written with my friends at Charles House after I read some arboreal poetry to them, including Birches by Frost and, of course, Trees by Kilmer ..read more
Bartholomew Barker, Poet
1d ago
Things get stuck in my mind,
dates, places, trivia.
It was useful as a student,
less so as a husband.
Never forgot an anniversary
or a birthday or a lie.
Every time she said “no”,
I heard “never”.
I wish my memory were a fertile
field that could be watered
and weeded. Instead it’s a cemetery,
with every betrayal chiseled.
I could forgive but not…
Today’s Prompt: Reflect on the concept of memory and its impact on our lives.
For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt: Write a “(blank) of the Heart” poem, and/or… Write a “Heart of the (blank)” poem.
I’m also very proud to announce and a new poem of my h ..read more
Bartholomew Barker, Poet
3d ago
Observing the teenage squirrels at play
and titmice foraging among the leaves
has convinced me.
I’m moving out of my apartment and building
a treehouse. Now that everything’s green,
no one will notice a studio in the branches.
I’ll leave my windows open so the birds
can perch on the sills. I imagine the crows
will be quite interested in my work.
The squirrels can run right through the living
room and I won’t care. Once they’re used
to me, I might even join the chase.
And I’ll observe the strange creature living
in my old place, face glowing, never singing,
never jumping, getting fatter and fa ..read more
Bartholomew Barker, Poet
4d ago
on her birthday
There once was a woman from Orkney,
who was always attracted to dorknies.
Quantum Physics, her game
and so she became
entwined with a strangely charmed quarkney.
Happy Birthday to my loyal reader and fellow writer, Bernie Bell!
Keen readers of this blog will have noticed that I did not post a poem-a-day yesterday. That’s because I was writing at a wedding with a couple of my fellow poets. We were doing poetry-on-demand for their guests at the reception. The three of us wrote a total of 28 poems, so I more than fulfilled my daily quota ..read more
Bartholomew Barker, Poet
5d ago
Asked my doctor why I’m sneezing and bashful
She prescribed happy pills but they make me sleepy
At least I don’t get dopey
For today’s prompt, pick an emotion, make it the title of your poem, and write your poem ..read more
Bartholomew Barker, Poet
5d ago
Rain on the tinroof
drowses me to sleep
in a brave new world
of annual thousand-year floods
this summer tempest
will be what dreams
are made of
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tempest ..read more
Bartholomew Barker, Poet
1w ago
for both Ludwigs
Beethoven only gave it a number,
Piano Sonata Fourteen.
Years later the poet Rellstab
named it Mondscheinsonate
and I will not dispute his license.
For when Selene rises at sundown
behind the darkened trees
and casts a porcelain dagger
across the surface of the lake,
faint ripples from the breeze
tickle the pebbles on shore
then poets and composers alike
are reminded of your charm
and get to work.
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that is inspired by a piece of music, and that shares its title with that piece of music.
This was obviously inspired by the Moonli ..read more
Bartholomew Barker, Poet
1w ago
I live in a small Southern suburban apartment
and it could be wiped off its hilltop by a hurricane
and I wouldn’t care. It’s just where I sleep
and keep my stuff. I would miss the heirlooms
and library of poetry books
but my home is this laptop. Booting up,
is like inserting the key to the front door,
icons arranged on the desktop with Feng Shui,
data arrayed in tidy directories.
Technically, since I upgrade the hardware
every few years, the laptop is just the house
and the data is my real home.
I don’t live in the clouds
but my backups do.
Today’s Prompt: Create a poem that explores the conc ..read more
Bartholomew Barker, Poet
1w ago
On the occasion of her 100,000th mile
I talk to my car,
probably too much
since she never answers.
She has taken me from Massachusetts
to Florida to the center of our country
in Kansas. We’ve witnessed
two solar eclipses together,
ten Perseid meteor showers
and untold starry nights.
I feel bad leaving her outside
when I visit a museum or library
but at least she gets to tramp
around the cemeteries with me.
She’s a great listener
as I rehearse on my way
to an open mic.
Inspiration regularly rolls
when I’m behind her wheel.
She’s not my muse
but she takes me there.
(The above image was taken la ..read more