Don Kingfisher Campbell
FEATURE FACES
a poetic libretto
CONTENTS
THE
MANY GOOGLE FACES OF MARVIN
SATURDAY
MORNING FACE FINDING
MAYA’S
FACE
FACEBOOK
NEWSFEED SONNETS
THE
FACE
FEATURES
SHINY
GRAY CERAMIC MONKEY FACE MUG
I’M
MAKING FACES AT BREAKFAST
FACES
AND FLOWERS
CAR
FACE
AN
ORANGE-FACED MAN
Published
by Four Feathers Press
(http://fourfeatherspress.blogspot.com)
THE
MANY GOOGLE FACES OF MARVIN
Marvin
Dorsey was born and raised
in
a small town in Louisiana
and
became a member of his
church
at the age of eight
Marvin
Dorsey appeals his sentence
asserting
that the district court
erred
in concluding that
it
lacked authority to depart
Marvin
Dorsey has insurance
Marvin
Dorsey's daughter was born 7/7/55
married
to retired air force TSGT
one
son Frank Edward Thompson
15
Marvin
Dorsey lives and works in Georgetown, Texas
He
and his wife have a pile of kids and pets
He
wants to invent a new language
Marvin
Dorsey, pastor of Techwood Baptist Church
Marvin
Dorsey Day
in
the state of Maryland
January
30, 2004
Sgt.
Marvin Dorsey prepared and provided
lunch
for the hunters
Marvin
Dorsey, 23, sentenced to life in prison
for
first-degree murder by Judge Wanda K. Heard
Marvin
Dorsey will be a freshman at
Normandy High School this fall
Marvin
Dorsey at the African American Firefighter Museum
Marvin
Dorsey, the American ex-Prisoner of War
Marvin
Dorsey, hit by Raiders' QB
Adrian
Linwood for 43 yards and a score
We
are grateful to the
Marvin
Dorsey Construction Company
Marvin
Dorsey, an African American poet
"On
a thread, thin as light,
we
walk along without gravity
We
look back, at a planet we call home"
And
the number one entry:
Marvin
Dorsey was born and raised in Southern California
He's
been writing for the past twenty years
Saturday
Morning Face Finding
Murray
Thomas is beating a person on Candy Crush Saga.
Phil
Taggart likes Psychedelic Tractor.
Kiyatana
Sapp got a new high score in Kitchen Scramble.
Brenda
Macias likes Cleveland Browns photo.
John
Tiong Chunghoo likes I Love Japan.
Jayleen
Sun likes Claude Card’s status.
Lisa
Cheby commented on her own link.
Cynthia
Alessandra Briano and Suor Kim are now friends.
Cece
Peri, Jack G. Bowman, and 8 other people like your cover photo.
James
Owen Shepard, Jeffry Michael Jensen, and 15 other people like your note Found
poetry…
Maya’s Face
Even
when she smiled
she
looked like she
experienced
pain
From
her gray
raging
fire hose
water
spray hair
To
her brow furrowed
like
a street
crumbling
by decades
Her
tender dark
smoky
wispy eyebrows
questioning
patriarchy
Her
gleaming orbs
wet
and ready
for
another mourning
Full
muscular cheeks
strong
and elastic still
from
returning smiles
Smiling
lips proudly frame
rows
of straight white teeth
like
bus seats for everyone
Two
white crosses
attached
to her ear lobes
remind
us all in poetry
We
have been told the truth
we
are mortal
and
we are immortal
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.
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.
The Face
Your
hair a mane of passion
Your eyes make me want to sleep inside you
I want your cute nose to inhale me deep
Your lips to kiss me to paradise
I will burrow into your cleavage
And reside in your heart for the rest of my life
Features
When
we met she wore an athletic outfit
As
we were about to take a walk to the park
There
we rested on a bench, it was midnight
And
she played her self-recorded songs from her phone
While
I sneaked a peek at her one button unbuttoned
Cleavage,
she put her hand on my thigh
After
we became lovers in my car one afternoon
She
moved into my home, it was quickly ours
She
cooked for me and when we went to bed
I
learned she wears see-through panties, which
Made
me appreciate her subtle bottom all the more
When
I palm the soft curve of it, always halts my breath
But
the thing that endears her to me the most
Whenever
I gaze at her beautiful face
She
has freckles across the bridge of her nose
That
make me feel like I would have loved her
Even
when I was a boy and she was a girl
Why
does she then try to hide them with makeup
Yet
her greatest feature isn’t something you can see
It
is when I put my nose close to her neck
I
inhale her natural scent and I inhale some more
And
more until she notices and says you are
Like
a dog and I tell her you are the only woman
I
have ever loved to inhale, go ahead, ask the others
Shiny
Gray Ceramic Monkey Face Mug
with
semi-circular handles
that
look like empty ears
and
vertical threaded two-tone
line
stitches to convey sock
the
big red lipped closed mouth smiles
while
black button eyes look up vacantly
it
came with a packet of hot chocolate
a
Xmas gift from the mother of my daughter
who
invited us on Easter to watch Ben Hur
but
I chose not to go since ten years ago
I
started another life of newfound attention
that
has become more adventurous than
I
could have dreamed, I guess it's because
I've
discovered, I'm a poet, a pervert, a man
I’m
Making Faces at Breakfast
with
sliced in half buttered bun
atop
a semi-circle of fried egg
with
a bowl of lumpy oatmeal topped
with
strategically placed nuts or raisins
with
halved kiwi fruit eyes and
four
arranged red grape smile
with
a side-facing toast slice featuring
three
dabs of almost melted butter
with
apple wedges, peach pit nose,
and
upturned mandarin section
with
a pair of round dumplings and
facing
cocoanut breaded shrimp
with
pancake, waffle, or hash brown halves
over
a salsa and cheese layered omelet
sometimes
the folded white and yolk
looks
like the United States or China
once
battered fish sticks and a ketchup
mound
became a score of 11 – 0
with
butter-brushed beef buns
and
a cut-up avocado in soy sauce
with
two red grapes (again, love ‘em)
and
a daily Move Free capsule
with
three or five well-placed chocolate
or
cinnamon cookies on a round plate
I
will use a fork or knife to replace
a
missing eye or mouth, whatever it is
I
try to portion it down to maintain
anthropomorphism
as long as I can see it
Faces
and Flowers
faces
like flowers
you
see them everywhere
some
fully blossomed
flowers
like faces
looking
up or down
who
ponders who
like
faces flowers
have
a countenance
you
can read easily
like
flowers faces
react
to their environment
sicken
and die
flowers
faces like
are
robust and
full
of character
faces
flowers like
are
cultivated plants
reaping
beauty
Car
Face
Whenever
I drive
I
see them
in
front of me
Each
vehicle
sports
a brand
personality
That
Honda CR-V
a
glasses-wearing
angry
contrarian
looking
with disdain
at
the mere act
of
my following
On
the other hand
this
Toyota Corolla
Hatchback
eye smiles
broadly
like it is
happy
to be on road
logo
nose points at me
But
the Hyundai
Tucson
is a mutant
like
one car was
stacked
on another
a
hideous designer
deadline
rush job
I
become curious
as
to what drivers
think
of my Nissan
Cube
it has a smoky
rear
window like
a
large forehead
way
down too
close
set eyes
stare
straight
below
a Fu Manchu
moustache
framing
a
license plate mouth
insidious
but not
menacing
just like
its
aging owner
Watch
out for a
Chevy
Corvette C8
its
countenance is
a
four-eyed crab
appearing
ready to
bumper
devour you
tail
pipes recessed
like
pinchers waiting
to
thrust loudly
OMG
a Cybertruck
an
alien strip lights
up
two corner slits
above
a blank shiny
steel
trapezoid an
expressionless
giant
must
have been drawn
by
a rascally boy who
became
a billionaire
An
Orange-Faced Man
so
much depends
upon
an
orange faced
man
glazed
with presidential
power
beside
the white
supremacists
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