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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

Inspired by Metropolitan Fountain Pen

Inspired by Metropolitan Fountain Pen

By David Smith January 1, 2016

 

A Metropolitan Fountain pen I hold in my hand

Learning how to write, with a creative stand

To form the words with the alphabet, we see

Pass it on to children, with great, possibility

Back to basic writing to let the ink flow

From the glass bottle to the lined paper, the mechanics to get to know

Study each letter and how it is shaped

Yet, know the thought patterns, as it flows so great

A true art to write as words flow on the page

Developing a story, as phrases form on each stage

Words, to sentences, to paragraphs, no doubt

The art of writing, a skill throughout

To pass on to grandchildren, that is my dream

Developing skills, to teach it, I mean

Get back to basics with “A” “B” and “C”

Write it with flair, the possibility
What a joy! Thoughts as they flow

Loading a pen, basic mechanics to know

The ink, from the bottle, and out though the pen

Document your life, what a message to send

A fountain pen flowing with ink and thought

Imagination, to capture a lot

Boredom is an asset

Boredom is an asset

By David Smith December 1, 2016

 

If kids can only realize being bored is part of life

To sit back and breathe the air with splendour and with might

Enjoy the boredom.  The flowing of thoughts

In digesting life, what our experiences, have brought

 

Being bored is the best way to be.

To search within for fulfillment, an eye opener to see

That is the joy, to be bored, and entertained

Tap within, a resource, on how we gained

 

What makes my personality tick? My accomplishments and fears

And being bored, that pause, can have fulfilment to my years

Take the time to study deep,

Our complex nature, for our desires, so sweet

 

Being bored is wonderful, to smell the coffee, no doubt

Studying internal thoughts, where desires come about.

Continually being active, no time to digest

To appreciate life, for complete happiness

If kids can only realize being bored, is a pause

To be comfortable in their skin is reason for applause

 

Generations of Emotion

Generations of emotion

by David Smith October 3, 2016

3 Generations

Think of  grandchildren growing up.

The pitter-patter of little feet and romping  O so much

Learning to speak and the increase in words

Mispronunciation as life gives us curves

 

the memory of grandchildren, little people I see

how they entertain is well beyond me

seeing their future, a wedding down the road

challenges in life, may be a heavy load

 

Looking at my picture, when I was a lad

thinking of my grandparents and my mom and dad

My great grandmothers’, anchors of hope

Though their experiences we learn how to cope

From this photo of me, time moves so fast

sixty five years now, youth did not last

 

Covering a span from one generation to the next

The history in families is so perplex

change in technology, pictures say it all

The capture of memory may be our downfall

To dwell on the past like a rear view mirror

Family history is reason to hear

That vision ahead, a future to see

It is the past, keeps rolling back at me

 

The sounds of my grandchildren and my mother’s tears

emotion in memory we hold so dear

His First Car

His First Car

by David Smith August 29, 2016

 

For a young man just starting out

His first car is reason to shout

The hum of the engine, like a mountain lion in heat

With all its flaws, it’s the meaning that’s neat

The first set of wheels, with a motor that hums

It’s independence, where responsibility comes

 

It’s a picture of independance the breaking away

In search of a family, to be married some day

the Chick Magnet of life, to slow down and troll

To fill in the passenger seat

to be on a roll

 

That is the joy

The excitement in the air

Four wheels and an engine

to steer everywhere

 

For a young man just starting out

The first car, dreams and aspirations,

what life is about

 

A Tribute to my Dad

A Tribute to my Dad

By David Smith, June 14, 2016

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My dad was smart. His limitations he knew

And even his strengths, they were solid and true

 

A writer he became, his stories were grand

Foundations for many speeches, on Toastmasters I stand

Did not realize his potential till his pen ran out of ink

how he documented history, He really knew how to think

He did not get sufficient praise and credit for what he gave

After he is gone, His memory we can save

The history of the town, the stories of his life

They are tools for learning and overcoming strife

To tap into experiences

people who were made

Pass on all that knowledge, the foundation as its laid

My humble dad did not appear all that smart

His knowledge was written down, the present, a place to start

Now I see his value, the pen is so profound

Documenting history, scenes from all around.

The skill to learn to write, and the discipline to type

Document our lives before we see the night,

 

Landlords and Tenants

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Landlords and Tenants

By David Smith April 17, 2016

 

Landlords and Tenants as they air it out

It comes with emotion and outbursts that shout

The missing of payments and out of a job

The necessities of life, they feel that they rob

 

It’s sad to listen too, as circumstances state

Yet there’s no empathy on the outcome or fate

Each case is different with its twists and its turns

Mediation of value as some parties learn’

 

Either side of the fence that within we can see

It’s friction and resentment and what’s in it for me

As a fly on the wall, to listen close

People are hurting, there is nothing to boast

 

Nerves are on edge as a razor will cut

Hope is so shallow, and esteem in a rut

Landlords and tenants as they air it out

It’s people that care as they’re tossed about

 

And every week the stories to hear

People are hurting in their world of fear

Through the dark tunnel humility we learn

Circumstances are temporal, success the concern.