K.A. Smith
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
Stories (328)
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The Graduation for April
At graduation, I luck at graduation. Active I looking... with pollination. A graduation. My left I crosses the stage. My right I, a show in mind While mother steps away... At graduation, a former classmate At graduation (May he rest in peace), But not an enemy or enemies. A cross...
By K.A. Smith10 months ago in Poets
Two Tomahawks...
Party over here! Party over there! Where are the drinks? Stopped, all gone. Too slow, But two tomahawks still On the grill almost done? Not too long... Some likes rare, But some likes medium. Some likes showing bone Resembling... the axe. Some, The steak presents better. Feels cooking innocent Two tomahawks...
By K.A. Smith10 months ago in Poets
What Matters to Her
What matters is that Like a kaleidoscope, She matters. My heart pumps How... matters. Her playful cries And happiness moves me. The unraveling improves me. Relationships, I now Include me, and her affectionately. Don't regret it? I care about everything now. Just like a kaleidoscope. If If I'm new... What matters?
By K.A. Smith10 months ago in Poets
A.I.'s Ego
I, I, I... Sweet compliments and Plenty of artificial That egos hide. Begeting AI's metal to corrode Particularly, it's wise. Will it show a smile, Or Have eyes create sticky moments, Retaining lies. How will it know it Builds up a sky over time Out of control...
By K.A. Smith10 months ago in Poets
Subscription (CANCELED)
Sad to see you Go go go. Must be the itchin' away, I can be mo'. Mo' Mo' Mo' Mo'-like show... Haven't enough money for Your favorite bro? Who budges big Little ol' me His life or lessons. Says more than a friend. Says... need to cancel The subscription.
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
Is a Detour?(Love)
Tired from a tour and Talk, a long walk. Thought's gawk, Chews my thoughts, Is surely my fault. With my tongue before The tummy. When I become the dummy, Someone talks. Talk's over and at me. But LOVE said, "Is taken care of." LOVE stood... A detour.
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
Those Peaceful Lobbyists (Fight)
Disaster areas Everywhere, right? Waiting areas... lobbies Without care, Without light. If I have to choose To go to an area, It would be my home... And everywhere! Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Peacefully.
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
