FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: POINT UP Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words point and/or up, totaling up to 150 lines in length, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on April 18th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Point Up will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, April 19th between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Tim Tipton

hot sexy afternoon


vanilla burning on your

hot sexy afternoon

hot sexy afternoon

vanilla burning on your

Shapely tan torso

my tongue laps it up

before it can melt

away

licking it clean




Spring Warmth


The nights are getting warmer

Winter went by so quickly

soon it will be Springtime

At nightfall the streets fill up

With the echo & movement of people

a longing comes over me

A window stands open,

I feel drawn to the sounds of Springs past

The years I walked through sunny streets

In search of friendship and music,

and crawling home to be with imaginary lovers

Here I am, on the edge of a new season

Missing friends I love, wondering if the time

With ever pass till we’re together again

I often ponder if other people feel this way

Like me; yearning to find closeness, to find warmth

Just go one step at a time

Let's see what the next few months bring.




Coastal Tree


I’m extra horny for the wilderness

Where I can walk on dirt banks

hoof miles with the wind on my back

The whole route alone with my compass

Be lost in the woods

Stop and stand on a dry stump

and look around

hear roaring creeks

Wow at wild hills

Watch a shapely burnt Coastal tree throw a silhouette

over the grassy patch field

See a wild hawk gently guide across the clouds

Feel the golden lit finger of a giant sun

Point down

and touch me with a yellow thread.


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