Category Archives: Mentor

Scenes of the Family Gathering

Scenes of the Family Gathering

By David Smith August 28, 2017

 

He sat behind her with long flowing hair

Dipped it in the ink-well for the colour to compare

That ink stain had to be removed

Her hair kept getting shorter

And emotion on the move

That was in Grade School

Now fast forward in time

She got engaged and he sabotaged the rhyme

 

With his bewitching charm and competitive way

She broke her engagement and married him in her day

That is the tale, now, four boys on the scene

And a little girl so thoughtful and keen

The family grows and time takes hold

Life passes on and relationships unfold

 

In family gatherings, stories brought to light

Dynamics of a family, so vibrant and so bright

All the family stories, to document and weave

Much more fascinating, than TV fiction to believe

Family gatherings, priceless gems to pass on

Family dynamics where sparks have shone

 

The Family Gathering

My two aunts so wonderful to see

They get along wonderful, so beaut-i-ful-ly

The bonds of family so neatly tied

The family tree, its dynamics inside

Next generation, soaking up like a sponge

Family accomplishments, information to plunge

 

Great family stores to document in time

Family history; we create, in our prime

From the cradle to the grave, document what’s grand

Log it and date it and keep it at hand

Pass it on to the youth, let the next generation grow

Pass on the value, family history to know

 

 

 

The Family

 

On both sides of the family cousins to see

Childhood memories come back to me

Seeing my aunts, where imagery is strong

Remembering Mom and Dad

My youth is now gone

The next generations don’t even know

Our struggles and development and how we grow

 

With all life’s technology and distance we’ve come

The next generation with smart-phones that hum

A simpler era, when in my prime

Now its computers and spyware we find

Invasion of privacy and pictures in RAM

Passwords and disc space we continually cram

 

On both sides of the family

First cousins to see

My security blanket

When Mom and Dad were with me

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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.

Why I Hated School

Why I hated School

By David Smith May 10, 2017

 

Why I hated school and that unbearable pain

To go there every day and face abrasiveness again

Why so much anxiety, and why I hate it so

Feeling so intimated in a classroom row

 

Afraid to even speak, confirmed how stupid that I am

Yet smart enough to realize eventually, I can

Putting things in order and phonics was a chore

Being so discouraged and stare upon the floor

Reading not a pleasure, and printing cramped my style

Making tiny circles, writing became worthwhile

 

Teachers had to teach and I had to learn

Just like Push and Pull, conflict my concern

Afraid of teachers from the start,

And nightmares that I had

Piercing voices that went through me

The emotion made me mad

 

Having a short attention span

and  fidgety in class

A very short-term memory

Frustration would always last

And simple things in order,

In left field I would find

Connections unrelated, as I pass the time

 

Learning was a chore,

Now a challenge, I see

Facing trials and difficulties

Makes a healthier me

To step out of my comfort zone

And have that added stress

To develop, and grow for complete happiness

 

No need to be beaten up

With failures and disappointments too

Developing coping skills,

Trials that I worked through

Why I hated school, hits the nail on the head

To use that burning passion, so others can be led

An Underwood Speed Test

An Underwood Speed Test

By David Smith February 20, 2017

 

A Nineteen-eleven Underwood Five

Sounds like a rain storm as it comes alive

The pounding of the keys,

and slugs splatting on the page

Sounds like the rain as the typist comes of age

A five minute speed test; Hear that slap of each key

As the sounds flow together in complete harmony

 

It’s emotional to hear those keys strike the paper

All that enthusiasm, the skill we can savour

It is a speed test, those slugs strike hard

From the text, to the eye, to the key board there is a charge

There’s always the rhythm, the cadence, and step

An Underwood Five that loud pounding we get

 

The noise is unique, power in the typing word

Each letter is snapped and can be well heard

It sounds like a rainstorm, that pitter-patter of thought

To monitor a speed test

The satisfaction that it brought

A Nineteen-eleven Underwood Five

History back to life, being mechanical can thrive

Tribute to Jay Cochrane: Prince of the Air

Tribute to Jay Cochrane

by David Smith September 5, 2016

Jay Cochrane, the Prince of the Air

No other showman can compare

On high wires and sky wires around the sphere

He inspired millions to overcoming fear

His dream of inspiring millions that way

The need within, turned his night, into day

a desire to perform the greatest feats

Hope, in the lives of children, a desire to meet

His mother took him to the circus and started it all

Humble beginnings, he answered that passionate call

Away to the circus, for his dreams to take hold

He knew his purpose, opportunity was bold

Perfecting everything, on the high sky, gave him might

Soon his name became written so bright

Forty stories high in Toronto by the way

Between two skyscrapers on a tightrope that day

The opening of the Hudson Bay Company store

The crowd let out a victorious roar

The rest is history as he inspired and entertained

Gave children hope, and how they gained

On a tight rope around the sphere

International fame he held so dear

He inspired young and old

Now in history, his name, is told

Jay Cochrane the Prince of the Air

Inspiring others, how can w compare?

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,