понеділок, 3 липня 2017 р.

Don Kingfisher Campbell - Eight Poems

Don Kingfisher Campbell, MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University Los Angeles, has taught Writers Seminar at Occidental College Upward Bound for 33 years, been a coach and judge for Poetry Out Loud, a performing poet/teacher for Red Hen Press Youth Writing Workshops, Los Angeles Area Coordinator and Board Member of California Poets In The Schools, poetry editor of the Angel City Review, publisher of Spectrum and the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly, leader of the Emerging Urban Poets writing and Deep Critique workshops, organizer of the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Festival, and host of the Saturday Afternoon Poetry reading series in Pasadena, California. For awards, features, and publication credits, please go to: http://dkc1031.blogspot.com

***1. deathsto look forward toin a particular order



famous stars


facebook friends

real friends





***2. Sunday Morning


Facebook feed

Reading poem

Eating sushi

Worshipping clouds

Noticing shadows

Appreciating sculpture

Playing music

Making pancakes

Debating politics

Kids playing tag

Turtles munching flowers

Cartoonists drawing

Walking Hollywood

Dreaming Thanksgiving

Remembering murdered

Painting nature

***3. Listen to the Park

of children
playing on
plastic slides

of cars
speeding over
concrete river

of trees
shading some
cement walkways

of parents
chasing kids
around pillars

of dog
scampering lawn
between masters

of peacock
running from
sidewalk pursuers

of us
two lovers
bench embrace

that we
must leave
this paradise

in street
driving home
lengths behind

lights of
Mercedes rear
kabuki face


4. In Kristian Mensa Land 1

Push pins pick my brain
Like grasping icicles

I might as well sit on a comb
Contemplate holding ear buds

A fork can leave me prisoner
As bow tie pasta dresses me

Like a ballerina on a ship
Sinking through a serrated

Knife the gum wrapper
Should be a bed instead

My iPhone x-rays me
To feel like Frankenstein

Walking hills I scream
My eyes are bathroom

Tissue I need to jump
Into a pile of crisp leaves

Pretend my hair is just
Sharpened pencil shavings

If my arms could be
Flexible like a paper clip

My September wouldn’t be
Afraid of an October

Like Indiana Jones
I will escape the giant

Orange hide in a pink
Washcloth hung casually

And become the last acorn
Clinging to a tree

Limb like Rapunzel’s
Blonde tress dominating

Building changing sign
To a win only smile

Enter do not enter
Skyscraper chill

Rest in flower shade swim
Through my cell phone again

5. Kristian Mensa Mind

When flower petals sing
My head is in the trees

So take a penny from me
Let the rose be your dress

Hair clips can bite fish
But bushes will still gather

More archaic than phone books
A USB soldier paint brush hair

Light the dinosaur tail
Wish make up powder to fly

The Aloe Vera plant doesn’t look
Like octopus legs by coincidence

A mere toothpick is a javelin
When it comes to smiling lemons

Surf a sponge charm pasta
Put your socks in nature’s dryer

Because paper clips can be
Mistaken for ballerina shoes

Pitch a tent at that clip
Since an apple is a being

***6. Novim’s Nightmare Whistlestar

Morning Has Broken
But I Might Die Tonight

I Wish I Wish

The Hurt
Miles From Nowhere

Father And Son

Silent Sunlight

Oh Very Young
Can’t Keep It In

Lady D’Arbanville
Hard Headed Woman

How Can I Tell You

Majik Of Majiks

The Wind
Maybe You’re Right

Banapple Gas
On The Road To Find Out

Wild World
Where Do The Children Play

Tuesday’s Dead
Longer Boats

If You Want To Sing Out, Sing Out

Don’t Be Shy
I Think I See The Light

Into White

Peace Train
Tea For The Tillerman

***7. Nine birds

      sit equidistant
    on the arm
         of a signal

Until one
   flies off
    to land
   on a nearby facade

The remaining
eight flutter wings

Reposition themselves
so they are again spaced
   in this afternoon

Change to green
  cars juxtaposition
      to get ahead
 before yellow turns

8. Facebook Newsfeed Sonnets

Will your dining table kill you?
Will you live to see the sea again?
Exist to sniff a flower in a bed?
Meet up with some handsome beautiful,
Maybe you'll want to share inspiration,
Words like a lighthouse inside you.
Whatever you do, don't ductape your mind.
Run through minutes, hours, days,
Get yourself space to reach outward,
Play the bongos of being alive.
Someone may sidle next to you,
Form a group of like-minded professors.
Then smirk your way to local stardom
Or just enjoy the colors of your pens.
Is your mind a flower in the desert?
Does your imagination see above the trees?
The colors of music might inspire you,
Remembering friends you took pictures with.
That one day you sat at the shore just looking
And felt the need to tell someone about it.
People may look at you funny.
Some could stay to watch you rap rhapsodically
About the patterns on your brain wall.
The moment you felt like Kong on a skyscraper.
When simply walking on a sidewalk in the heat
Drives you to start preaching to anyone.
Inside you is a lighthouse amid the clouds
Where bright thoughts dominate the darkness.


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