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.
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A Winter Friend
It's snowing ---------- In Every Every Every In every second going, A lessoning A lessoning A lessoning. Don't Don't Don't Not stop And If every starts back, Then go south, Where that way. Very Very Very Very Very Hot and Your Your Your Your Your Fire sparks. Trust...
By K.A. Smith12 months ago in Poets
A Uppercut
Yup, Life's Karate trained To kick your butt, If I drew. There imagined me Winning by luck and A fiasco Acting as a bee. As animals, Brains luring, Suing... or "Jiu Jitsuing." Feverishly kicking and Confusing Mr. Redd, My nose, my eyes, my head Gypping... Ha Ha Ha Ha-choo!
By K.A. Smith12 months ago in Poets
All from a Sunday Delivery
A delivery didn't see any crab. Maybe, be Sunday. It's without tabs In the first place. Delivery! Shake its leg, shout out His name... hallelujah! Vain? Then Kissy kiss kiss. Today, I didn't Channel and league The NBA The NFL The WNBA The NBC. Castings... relaxing. I didn't get caught up. Maybe, be Sunday... I be off halfway.
By K.A. Smith12 months ago in Poets
Our Day of Hollering
It was made yesterday. But what about today! That's probably what she'll say Tomorrow. With bright eyes in the morning, Adorning On behalf of love... MLK holiday, The swearing in. How to stand here Trying to find ideas to Make news for me, For her eye to see, Yesterday. Which is jumping, still. Overworked by the idea. The come upings, Both of them. All of them, A rally.
By K.A. Smith12 months ago in Poets
A For Rent Sign
A neighbor Is a neighbor, Is a neighbor. With or without silence, Approved enough For a rule. To be rendered A fool. To be rendered As glass or plastic bags. "Hi you." "Hi neighbor." "Not too bad." But, the For Rent sign Remains in the yard... Remained.
By K.A. Smith12 months ago in Poets
A Masks! A Masks! A Masks! Now
The crust, An indicator That a pie is about to end. I admire At the back And at the bottom. A slice of pie? Sending Infectiously, starts at the sting. Very very itchy, Very wettery. The opposite of dry air. A birthday pie with Birthday candles, News. Need a mask, right? A masks for trash. A patch of grass, need A masks! A masks! Being sure everything's Good and safe from a slice, Which amounts to Luck and Amounts to humanity Someone, Something Has stolen, Has gifted, And admired. Couldn't rest 'cause of A Masks! A Masks! A Masks!... Now.
By K.A. Smith12 months ago in Poets
L-O-V-E, She Wants
Desire in font is what She wants. Paragraphs, Not like a simple call. She wants it like fire with Bodies wild And complex And all. O, so fine... I see. Wants me to write A letter...a foreplay Letter In a freakish way, In case. She wants it To take her places .... everywhere. Everywhere!
By K.A. Smith12 months ago in Poets
A Debut Troll: Becoming an Author!
This calls for celebration King's way. Much like a cartoon Weeeee! My first troll, You bafoon. Today, strolling... The woods, Not dragged, The light turned on, A fully whole moon. Homeless, chasing away Donkey? Donkey on Saturday and Sunday It's low degrees here and soon, another home stay. Moving to California, maybe My brother, my sister... Fire keeps it away. Now, my first troll! "...change." The devil has not a bloom, Only a stupid coin, but it still changes. Thank you... Anytime.
By K.A. Smith12 months ago in Poets
Ode for "What If..."
Prose, a style without lift. For a long time, I was stuck inside Of this professional Who lives. Who is life in cells Has to live... very well. Blocked from "what if." Which one hunts and Feels the need to change The fun, ours! They professed... I guess I'll do prose. Not!
By K.A. Smith12 months ago in Poets
