depression is the Artists’ fuel for success

Depression is the artists’ fuel for success

By David Smith July 20, 2017

 

Listen to the heart beat, the musicians’ tune

Excited on the stage, then alone in their room

The roller-coaster ride comes down after a gig

Agony and depression, like a prison with a lid

 

Beautiful performers that give their all to a crowd

Fall in love with the audience, that heart beat so loud

Then the quietness, the drop of the tears

Alone and depressed drained of life’s glorious cheers

 

Being an artist on that roller-coaster of life

The fuel for success in front of an audience so bright

Listen to the heart beat, alone off the stage

The agony of loneliness, where tears are engaged

Listen to the heart beat, the musicians’ tune

Excited on the stage, then alone in their room

Famous Writers and Tools of the Trade

Famous Writers and Tools of the Trade

By David Smith July 16, 2017

 

Famous writers, their typewriters, in demand

It’s not the typewriter, it’s ideas that stand

Whether an Underwood or Remington or Olivetti around
It’s the tool of the trade where marketers abound

 

Not because of their pen or the brand of the ink

The passion for writing, to express and to think

The tool is not the skill, it’s from the author’s hand

The ideas, the circumstances, to document in this land

 

Excited by life, to treasure each thought

Capture ideas with suitable tools that we got

It does not matter, about a brand or a name

When writers become famous, their tools become fame

 

The freedom to think and document a thought

Daydreaming comes alive the power it brought

Writing tools become famous, because of the writer’s flair

The writer, not the typewriter, the value to share

 

Old School Typewriters and Writing

Old School Typewriters and Writing

By David Smith June 23, 2017

 

Old School typewriters are coming into play

Fountain Pens and ink are getting the right of way

To get back to basics to bang on the keys

Making loops and tiny circles

As a pen writes with ease

 

O those basic motor skills

The teaching that we got

It’s the simple letter writing

That I experience a lot

Documenting thoughts and capturing it on a page

O to be an author, and express it on a stage

 

Basic writing and speaking, just to express a thought

What we learned in school, now I appreciate a lot

All that stress in learning to develop skill

To pass it on to grandchildren is my greatest thrill

 

Pen and ink and tiny circles, and writer’s cramp we had

The great joy of learning kind of made me mad

Old school typewriters to memorize the keys

Keep those fingers tapping, Thoughts become a breeze

A Tribute to Peter Mansbridge

A Tribute to the Voice of The National

By David Smith July 2, 2017

 

Peter Mansbridge, an anchor without the rhyme

He spoke with authority and conviction every time

A calm voice in a troubled storm

Consoling the viewers in compassionate form

He included the audience every night in the news

He personally affected me, where I felt the blues

 

News had meaning to all concerned

Other networks took notice to mentor and learn

Great celebrities spoke of his voice

Calm and soothing was Peter’s choice

A well grounded anchor as The National took hold

Through the decades, events precisely told

 

He drew me in every night

Informed of events I knew was right

The Nation’s strength, the current events we could see

Upright and honest, Peter hit home for me

He made it personal, “Politics does Matter”

And in the barber shops a lot of chatter

Peter was compassionate when disasters came to light

What inspiration for events to document and write

Inspired me to digest news in rhyme

Documenting current events in beat and in time

Peter in my study-space all these years

That voice of Canada minimizing my fears

A glimmer of hope and knowledge to grab hold

Peter’s presentations, great stories unfold.

Living history through current events

The National for me was always intense.

 

Peter Mansbridge will be missed.

Old and Young

Old and Young

By David Smith June 13, 2017

 

The very young and the very old

Come together, enthusiasm to unfold

What a treat where old meets new

Mind stimulation, with bonds that grew

To make sense out of this and that

People with dementia deal where it’s at

 

Childhood memories come to mind

Old and ridged becomes soft and kind

A day care mixes with a retirement home

Food for thought as ideas roam

Motor skills of children and what elderly go through

What a joy to mix old and new

 

Visualize how old and young respond

The interconnection how they fit and bond

Remarkable how the mix is great

Young and old meet their fate

The very young and the very old

Create the passion, a story to be told

Bet you can’t eat just one

Bet you Can’t East just one

Inspired by  Potato Chip Commercial

By David Smith May 13, 2017

 

Bet you can’t eat just one?

They become addictive, like kisses in the hot sun

That salty taste, the crunch between the teeth;

Like saliva and spit, and desire that is so sweet;

 

Bet you can’t eat one, as lust starts to rise

That focus on chips, where fine taste magnifies

That hunger to embrace, flesh against flesh

Just the anticipation and imagination at its best

 

The crispness of one potato chip;

The freshness of a kiss,

The powerful heat of passion,

A world of turmoil and bliss;

A bag of chips and, un-fulfillment of one

As one lonely kiss, where adultery is spun

A Black Leather Bag

A Well Worn Black Leather Bag

By David Smith May 11, 2017

 

 

A black leather bag worn with age;

Think of the files, when it is engaged;

The court doors swing open,

Where hearings are met;

That Black Leather Bag,

Where emotions are kept.

 

 

The files say it all, as they slide in and out;

The well worn zippers,

As compartments squeak and shout,

Think of the clients, all through the years;

Facing the judge with arguments and fears;

 

 

The container of facts,

As scenarios start to spin;

All from the bag,

As truth written within;

The judge sees the bag,

And what it contains;

Duty Council steps forward,

And echoes the refrain.