Beyond the Beauty

Beyond the Beauty
By David Smith January 12, 2020

Beyond the beauty, the thunder of the falls
And even the casino, the tourists’ applause
Its underneath, the engineering supreme
The tunnel from Chippewa, To the Floral Garden unseen

The hidden value where Niagara preserves its beauty
Feeding the generating station, that power of duty
The hidden path to keep turbines on a spin
Huge gates in Chippewa, where Niagara rushes in

The tunnel opens the way for the fast flowing stream
That generates the power to keep Niagara bright and keen
Just like a person the hidden value of the heart
The veins and tributaries to give life a spark

That hidden canal, that tunnel unseen
Yet the engineering, to keep the environment clean
That is beyond the beauty, of the thunderous roar
The hidden tunnel, the mystery we adore

Why I Write

Why I Write

by David Smith December 1, 2018

Poetry writing to acknowledge how we feel

That is the joy, as our thoughts become real

To be in tune with the feeling

Capture that moment on the spot

That’s more important than all the logic we got

How we feel is more important than what we do

That rainbow of colour, let the emotion shine through

Anger is released and love is exposed

Feelings of hope and and enthusiasm grows

So let out the feeling and document the, “Why”

With the flick of a pen, the feelings we try

Acknowledge the emotion of why we’re afraid

Changing the thought patters, we will have it made

Know thyself, through emotions that hit

Find the trigger, and how to deal with it

Upfront and personal to get emotion written down

Or highly motivational to spread the optimism all around

Pick up a pen and let words flow like a river

Think of the emotion and let our knees quiver

Be in control and let thoughts capture life

Thinking success, we can overcome strife

Circumstances are temporary, and situations change

Explore the rainbow and feel the emotional range

That’s why we write to let tears hit the page

To laugh and to cry and get emotion engaged

The rainbow of feeling, a bridge we can bond

To communicate to others in words and in song

Poetry writing and let all feelings fly

That’s to have lived, the courage to try

 

 

 

Journey of Wellness

Journey of Wellness

September 23, 2018

A journey of wellness, four months on the go

Started with a hernia, now a greater show

A month and a half in ICU,

Think of the agony, the family went through

 

Four months away from home

Mixed emotion set the tone

Approaching the end of the track

Some capabilities we lack

A journey of wellness, guidelines along the way

Doctors and nurses, what the health team had to say

What an experience, where day surgery took place

Four months on the calendar, all had to face

A journey of wellness, the memories cut deep

What an experience, to Shaver a feat

That is the journey, four months in the making

The care is phenomenal, the time that was taken

Hospital triggers memories of Military Basic Training

Hospital triggers memories of Military Basic Training

By David Smith August 11, 2018

 

A hospital room freshly painted and all

A highly waxed shine, a mirror floor in awe

Think of Basic Training and a highly waxed shine

Riding that floor polisher every time

The word immaculate falls in place

Spit and polish we had to face

 

As the floor reflected the light from outside

Basic Training, nowhere to hide

Yelled and screamed at for a razor sharp crease

Training was rough, the discipline they teach

 

And that floor next door to me

An excellent shine so beautifully

The floor appears wet, but that is the shine

Memories from life, from past experiences I find

Patient Hospital Care

Patient Hospital Care

by David Smith August 19, 2018

 

The man in the wheelchair dependent with care

All tech equipment to keep from despair

And think of the nurses who sail down the hall

With running shoes and service

To answer a call

 

We all have place

And roles do change

And similar challenges are close to the same

All striving for that cut above

To do our best in a sea of love

 

Duty and service, and wounded we may be

It’s all in a mindset

For our lives to see

We all are striving to do our best

That’s our goal for complete happiness

Nice Bum

Nice Bum

By David Smith September 7, 2018

 

Nice bum where are you from

Standing in front of the wheelchair

With a urinal at my thumb

The privacy in a hospital

And doors that do not shut

All is open for business as modesty is in a rut

 

So we see the patients with flaps held to their backs

Everything exposed as we walk and do our laps

More than body parts in a hospital get exposed

It’s the doors and curtains

That sometime gets disclosed

 

Nice bum

Where are you from

What a sexy comment,

As I appeared so dumb

 

 

Intensive Care Unit

Intensive Care Unit

By David Smith Approx July 24, 2018

 

Intensive Care Unit, so sad and alone

Four strong walls that surround you

As imagination does roam

 

The walls are so thick

The barriers are up

Confined to bed, the fears that erupt

 

Thoughts to control or they control me

It’s the imagination

The optimism to see

 

Twenty-four hours confined to bed

Day and night, the concept is dead

Activities are vital to separate day and night

That hallow loneliness gives discouragement and strife

To see the walls and what imagination play

To only separate night from day

 

The doctors and nurses and health care at its best

Brings encouragement to patients to minimise stress

It’s the passion with that furnace of hope

A desire to live, to adapt and cope

 

The passion within is so profound

That stinking thinking, to turn it around

 

Why we are here and struggles of life

To live each day with power and might

Bedridden twenty four hours a day

Digesting thoughts is power, by the way

More real than Non fiction

More real than Non-fiction

By David Smith August 3, 2018

 

 

More real than non fiction

Being in a coma for nineteen days

Think of the allusions and thought that sway

The reality of hallucinations, greater than life

The thoughts of the mind

Through tribulation and strife

 

To verify the evidence, after the fact

Tears come to mind because reality is off track

O to see hallucinations so crisp and clear

Vivid imagery, to let reason appear

 

Belief system shattered

Where imagination becomes real

Truth from fiction, the uncertainty to feel

Being in a coma for nineteen days

It’s the imagination, the dreams, which play

Weighing the evidence, reality sets in

Verifying truth, is difficult to begin

 

 

 

Happenings at Hotel Dieu Shaver

Happenings at Hotel Dieu Shaver

By David Smith September 19, 2018

 

The Rehab Centre, the pain where it lies

Stretching and bending and keeping knees high

Love the flexibility, and mild pleasure that I’m in

A sign of advancement, to let muscle tone begin

 

That’s the excitement, laps along the hall

And lifting weights, the best therapy of all

Hotel Dieu Shaver, we stay for a time

The gym is amazing, like clockwork in rhyme

 

Porters give us a spin in wheelchairs, no less

And down to business, as instructors do their best

To relearn a skill; to walk and climb stairs

O what encouragement to do it with flair

Thanks be to Shaver, where rehab is grand

To challenge the body, and support all to stand

 

The Ceiling and the Floor

The Ceiling and the Floor

By David Smith May 10, 2018

 

The ceiling and the floor reflection is great, it’s how we listen and how we debate

 

The eternal circle above my head; the architecture, the ceiling, as thoughts keep me fed

That circular shape helps the public flow; Up to reception and around they go

Eying the ceiling with pocket lights enclosed; it is relaxing as adrenaline flows

To keep anxiety on a healthy plane; the circular ceiling is an emotional gain

 

That’s the hope in a waiting room; where tension is high and outbursts can boom

Staring at the ceiling, like watching the sky above; a soothing affect, as life’s problems shove

That circular shape helps the public flow; Up to reception and around they go

The circular ceiling above my head; Controlling thoughts, how the mind is fed

 

The reflection from the floor fascinates me; Pocket lights from the ceiling is something to see

Bright little spots reflected from the floor; the mirror image is what I adore

Just like personality and what we reflect; our moods hot and cold

Can make others a nervous wreck

What we reflect, those moods bounce back; being pleasant can keep life on track

Light is only temporary, the power does go out; Controlling attitude is what reflection is all about

 

Reflections from the floor as mirrored images shine; We are the original, we control the time

The reflection from the floor fascinates me; To control our attitude, Influences what others see

 

The ceiling and the floor, reflection is great, it’s how we listen and how we debate