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bartbarkerpoet.com
For those of you who do not follow Susi Bocks' I Write Her site, first, you need to follow her, second, five of my short poems were featured there yesterday as part of The Short of It series. In hopes of getting you to click on the link, these are poems you can't read anywhere... |
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bartbarkerpoet.com
Frozen pizza for dinner. I open the preheated oven door to cool off. |
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livingpoetry.net
This week let's write a poem with the words field, game and husband 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. |
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bartbarkerpoet.com
Red pickup trucks run us down a wake of buzzards pick over our corpse even though we're not dead yet Discovered today that the collective noun for buzzards, specifically feeding buzzards, is a wake. I propose we also use that term for billionaires. For example, "The wake of billionaires at Trump's inaugural..." |
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