FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: BITTER SWEET Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words bitter and/or sweet, 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 September 20th. 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: Bitter Sweet will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, September 21st between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Tuesday, September 17, 2024

Gerda Govine Ituarte

Harlem Summer


Summer program teach writing reading

seniors 70’s 80’s born in south

worked cotton fields migrate north

army of maids janitors raise families 


work hard eager to write spell their names

eyes wide open let themselves out me in

they call me baby honey sugar sweetie 

serious determined grateful


smile laugh clap their hands

spell out loud birth smiles laughter 

love to tell jokes

single men rare women plentiful


flirt bake homemade cakes pies cookies

daily fashion show

graduation day family members present 


every one wear Sunday best

whirlwind of colorful dresses

handsome men wear suits 


family friends celebrate

sing tell childhood stories

bow heads say prayer

moment of silence those departed 

 

ask who knows how to read write

response We do  We do

memories present hold hands

Lift Every Voice and Sing 


tears slide down our cheeks

happy cheers bear hugs cheers happy hugs

ask who knows how to read write

chorus respond We do!  We do!




Wordless Warrior


Fighting was her calling card

one she proudly claimed

tough  dare on two feet

foul mouth  hand gestures

sweet sixteen smile detoured

eyes hunt for prey

flash “don’t mess with me”




Poster Boy


Twelve-year-old boy soldier was asked 

what he missed the most after he was rescued

He said When I had a gun I never had to worry about food


Sweet faced boy with a green bandanna

Hair in his face shield eyes  


His fingers clutch ice cream cone

Pistachio.  A strawberry on top


AK 47 leans into him

He leans into camera

The ice cream melting


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