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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It's Flix, Spain and I'm Off
This town has my horse on a stick That rides to a destination Off course to a town called Flix. When I think "Spain," I think parties. Lots of them! Dancing and olaying With jewels lit... beautifully A switch. I've never been before For one who loves to trip. It makes my mouth water Just from watching, But tricks.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Funny Money Splits Three Ways
They say Fakes are in mad caves. Are caves made doors Crumbled open and laid? Doesn't think clink clank, Doomed, Now, concrete floors. And cleaning up messes For their leaders... Confesses. Enjoy, cheaters. Live in style for a while With a few meeters. Getting comfortable there, Caught up in waves At bay. Is funny money Splits three ways.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Billy Bully
Billy, Only have enough for To eat and foolery. Pulleys, my yell, Squeals gonna tell. The following... That's called blackmail. The teacher, "Be good." Last year, Billy failed. Back again and again, It's supposed to be the end. Billy gets out of jail. He has a friend... now. Billy bully.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
History of the Pillows
Mesopotamia knows That we walk as ground. We had flow, Wings now. Crawls... if chose. Adjustable today, We walk still in bed Soft and cuddly Memories sink steadily When gets mad or beg. Either way, With a fist, kneel, or head... History of the pillows!
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
The Ringing Over, Over, and Over
A salvation worker Stands and Shake their bells like clovers Made of gold. Only a wish away from a problem Being over. Outside stores for luck, Stood in the present as Customers spend their bucks. Ironically, walks by... the buck. Begging for a merry merry merry. Wearing unpopular colors, White and cherry. The ringing over over And over.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Cold in Fort Lauderdale
I really can't say It's cold outside in Fort Lauderdale. But with bright skies, A high and returned mail. Black! 'Tis the season for treats. Warm cold temperatures, My cover is like a tree. A gift, who miss me? If Scrooge this morning... Imagine a beach spot Far away... fronts hot, And cold feet.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
