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
humankind
strangers
famous stars
rockers
facebook friends
real friends
relatives
wives
mine
children
***2. Sunday Morning
11/15/15
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
babble
of children
playing on
plastic slides
of children
playing on
plastic slides
whoosh
of cars
speeding over
concrete river
of cars
speeding over
concrete river
rustle
of trees
shading some
cement walkways
of trees
shading some
cement walkways
laugh
of parents
chasing kids
around pillars
of parents
chasing kids
around pillars
bark
of dog
scampering lawn
between masters
of dog
scampering lawn
between masters
cry
of peacock
running from
sidewalk pursuers
of peacock
running from
sidewalk pursuers
talk
of us
two lovers
bench embrace
of us
two lovers
bench embrace
sigh
that we
must leave
this paradise
that we
must leave
this paradise
honks
in street
driving home
lengths behind
in street
driving home
lengths behind
brake
lights of
lights of
Mercedes rear
kabuki face
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
Trouble
The
Hurt
Miles
From Nowhere
Father
And Son
Sitting
Drywood
Silent
Sunlight
Oh
Very Young
Can’t
Keep It In
Lady
D’Arbanville
Hard
Headed Woman
Bitterblue
How
Can I Tell You
Moonshadow
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
Katmandu
If
You Want To Sing Out, Sing Out
Don’t
Be Shy
I
Think I See The Light
Ready
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
individually
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
1
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.
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.
2
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.
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.
***