FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: POINTS AND LINES Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words point and/or line, 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 November 17th. 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: Points and Lines will be published online and will be invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, November 18th between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Wednesday, November 15, 2023

Mary Mayer Shapiro

Life’s Circle 


Security of the womb 

A safe haven 

Like an island 

Surrounded by amniotic fluid 

As embryo size enlarges 

Months proceed by 

It's time to exit 

Going towards the light 

Which points the way 

You push your head out 

And view your surroundings 

Your life consists of boundaries 

Stay on the edge 

Or go outside the box 

Start out horizontal 

Parallel to the ground 

Continue towards vertical 

Go in circles, zigzag, diagonal 

Hills and valleys 

Ride the waves, curves or broken lines 

Turbulence of life 

All points in one direction 

All lines point to the light  

Go towards the light 

Cross over the line 




Unique Views 


Looking out my magic window 

Into the past moving towards the present. Future 

Did it all start out with 

Cain killing Abel 

Evolutionary trait 

Power, bully, control, greed, jealousy 

Town, city, states, countries 

Population grew 

Ideas, philosophy, types of leadership 

Government through religion 

My way or no way 

Master races 

Eliminate the weak 

Do not get involve, save yourself 

Until it comes your turn 

Do as I say, not as I do 

Sterilizing indigenous, DNA pool shrinking 

See evil, do nothing, then you become next 

War destruction, foes then friends repeat 

Holocaust throughout the centuries, people turn a blind eye 

Eradicate, destroy, protect yourself 

There is nothing left, darkness waste 

Earth’s rotation slows down, longer summers, longer winters 

Hot sun bakes, winter freezes 

Can’t we all get along 

Agree to disagree 

No finger left to point 


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