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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After the Next
Mushing on and on, Properties feels Like journeys on a beach. Eyes grounded, Are numbered already a path, Transformed them as I feet. Not alone, I have people. Are places to go, And the next, things. When so, Venturing to stations like me. They magnanimously Looks like a discovery. Each with the same name, "Cumulonimbus" "Cumulonimbus" "Cumulonimbus" "Cumulonimbus" "Cumulonimbus" People, places, and things... After the next.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Upfront with the Board
I know the board. I know when to stop. I know when I hear No. I know the ins and outs... I know the board Not altogether. Who's not judging who? I know it has rules for a truly Cool fellow. I's to front! For an interview. please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, no! yes, yes, yes, yes, no, yes, no, yes, yes! The irony, I'm hired.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
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. Smithabout a year 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. Smithabout a year 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. Smithabout a year 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. Smithabout a year 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. Smithabout a year 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. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
