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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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
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. Smithabout a year 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. Smithabout a year 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. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Before Her Pole
Between novelties, I've seen her glide Sets at a time like hide. I wish I wish And another wish. Like a game... Catch, before her pole. And hopes she doesn't Turn the corner too soon. And confess how explodes Just interference for An introvert type whose Thinking about her, Eyes closed. Who fidgets with a charm? Constantly, how it goes. Getting reacquainted...
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Late Failures
This time, Haven't done it With all of the accolades. All this time Haven't done it. Haven't done it At all! Haven't done it With all of the ovations, The relaxing vacations. Haven't done it... All the houses, All the hotels, Haven't done it. All the sales, Haven't done it. Disappointedly, Surprisingly, A meeting... Late failures.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
A Pleasing Talk
A furry teen Shakes off seventy percent Of water after From who tries to bathe. And correctly Knowing... a teen Alone only clean Areas light as a feather, Know what I mean, Rhetorically. Cooks until on their own A Cook! At a place. A magnificent look And no fleeing smells. Baby's all grown up. Notices the visiting, Booked! Another And another sees. An amused pour. A pleasing talk...
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
