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Smile for Me: The Poems of A. Quintin Smith

Updated on November 7, 2014

The poems of humorist A. Quintin Smith

Words have been my passion and here are some poems that I would like to share. Some were written more than 30 years ago, some were written recently, and more will be added. I wish for you to enjoy them.

I have developed a following on facebook and my page is considered in the top 1% of visited facebook sites on a weekly basis.

You will never find me planking, banking or shopping online. Writing is what I do. I am not as pretty as Justin Bieber, I can't sing like Lady Gaga, and my politics are not a cup of tea party.

If you like passion, funny, sometimes edgy, sometimes Christian humor, we will get along just fine.

I wish it were Spring

Not a cloud filled the bluest sky I've seen,

As the sun's rays warm the air.

A cool breeze flows softly through the trees.

Cherry blossoms highlight the fields,

And the tulips are like rainbows smiling at the sun.

The sound of Robin's song kindly caresses the wind.

I'll always love spring

Until the End,

A. Quintin Smith

The Patch - A. Quintin Smith

A simple thing like a piece of cloth,

can make the world go round.

Many uses this thing has,

and more that may be found.

From birth control to nicotine,

it will fix you like a charm.

You can put it anywhere,

on your leg, back or arm.

It can darn your clothes,

or decorate a pocket.

It can mend your software

or fix the shuttle rocket.

Patch is such a simple word.

It fits just like a glove.

But it is a short term fix for happiness

and in it you can't find love.

WORDS SPOKEN - By A. Quintin Smith

"The sound of your voice hurts my ears."

Words spoken that no one wants to hear.

"Your touch turns my skin to ice."

Words spoken, that is not very nice.

"I can't stand to look at you."

Words spoken, can they be true.

Words spoken to no one's surprise

can be hurtful whether true or just lies.

Words spoken are weapons or praise,

it is just how you take them, and at least that's what they say.

Whether you have a face that can stop a clock, or one that can make time stand still,

Depends on the words that are chosen and by the speaker or quill.

Things that sooth us the most, like the sound of our name,

Should be spoken with kindness, never with blame.

Every time you speak, remember you are heard,

Moreover, remember the power of the spoken word.

Life in Progress

The world has not changed for me and I have not changed for it. I am no more. I am no less. I am mortal by birth. I am immortal by grace. Each day I live. Death has no grip on me. This world is just a stepping stone on my journey into the stars.

Wait, the world had change and so have I. I am more. I am less. No longer mortal. Revived by grace, Death will come and be overcome. This world is just the beginning of life in progress.

ancient world globe
ancient world globe

I found the World While Cleaning Out My Closet

A. Quintin Smith

(Or How I became King of the World)

I didn't understand the significance of it then.

An antique globe left to me by my grandfather.

He was a man of meager means, a linesman for the railroad.

He was proud of the home he owned for more than forty years.

He was satisfied with wife and children and grandchildren by his side.

He had no money to speak of but he found riches in his music and his friends.

He was strong with a heart that outlived his body.

As people walked through his door he would greet them by name.

His voice would bellow conveying the happiness he felt.

He never offered advice, a humble man he was.

He spoke of his heritage of sleeping on dirt floors,

Tomato fights and riding a horse to school.

He had an eighth grade education, more than his father.

He prayed to the end, knowing salvation was coming.

He followed the railroad to the states it would take him.

He never needed more. He never flew in a plane.

He scarcely saw the world except on this ancient globe.

He left his guitar to someone, a coveted gift.

He gave many others possessions, a ring or a tool,

But he left to me the world of which he barely knew.

He didn't tell me what to do with it.

He just said this world is yours.

He made me King of the world, its master.

I could do with it what I wanted.

I didn't understand so many years ago,

So I put it in the closet to store this fading relic of humankind.

How many grandfathers leave the world to someone when they have nothing else?


The Buck Stops here,

A. Quintin Smith

Easy Writing

A. Quintin Smith

Cancel the thought that came into mind.

A riddle it was testing your rhyme.

Writing is easy as you can see.

Follow steps carefully one, two, and three.

First is the paper set with the pen.

Materials needed before you begin.

Second is the subject important to write.

Things like old girl friends or death in the night.

Last is the feeling that flows from the pen

Put down on paper until eternity ends

© 2014 AQuintinSmith

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      Nicole 6 years ago from Bethel, CT

      Very nice. Thanks for sharing!

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      Ellen Gregory 6 years ago from Connecticut, USA

      Very nice. Well written. Nice lens.

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      BuddyBink 6 years ago

      Wonderful. Some thought provoking pieces. Thanks

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      NidhiRajat 6 years ago

      wow....amazing lens

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      Johanna Eisler 6 years ago

      Congratulations on making the front page!

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      EEWorkouts 6 years ago

      Nice to see something like this on the front page.

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      walkerjaho 6 years ago

      Great stuff, not usually into poems but quality work. FYI you're featured on the home page.

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      Best-tablets-and-Notes 6 years ago

      im not really a kind of poem reader but these are some good piece of work

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      PTurner56 6 years ago

      You're on the home page! Good work! and good stuff!

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      PTurner56 6 years ago

      You're on the home page! Good work! and good stuff!

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      anonymous 6 years ago

      I saw this lens featured on the Squidoo front page, and stopped by to say, "Congratulations!"

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      anonymous 6 years ago

      Really liked "I found the World While Cleaning Out My Closet". Good stuff. Thanks.

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      anonymous 6 years ago

      What great statements you make in your poetry, I especially was struck by,

      "Every time you speak, remember you are heard,

      Moreover, remember the power of the spoken word."

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      diontew21 6 years ago

      Thanx for sharing! Nice!

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      brymche 6 years ago

      Very nice work. I too love writing poetry...

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      anticloud 6 years ago

      Nice work! Thanks for sharing.

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      Mary Beth Granger 6 years ago from O'Fallon, Missouri, USA

      Love you poetry. Blessed