Category Archives: Poem

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.

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

Steam and Technology Museum

Steam and Technology Museum

Hamilton’s First Pumphouse

by David Smith February 22, 20 17

 

The turbulent power of boiling water and steam

To harness that energy where technology is keen

What a visit on a Tuesday afternoon

Where pressure is an asset as a steam engine is well tuned

 

O to see a piston as it’s pushed against the force

Valves and vents are open as pumping takes its course

A camshaft like a circle that is a bit off round

It opens and closes valves as pressure is lost and found

 

As the valves open and close, the piston is push and pull

The maximum efficiency, as chambers get their full

The little toy steam engine where the principle is always the same

Compressed air was used to make simplicity to our gain

 

O it was remarkable, those steam engines of old

A huge gigantic engine, Living history that is told

Pumping water from Lake Ontario to Hamilton to drink

Pipes berried underground, being practical was how to think

It is remarkable, developing technology from scratch

Now it’s integrated circuits and how much RAM they can match

 

Basic Skills with pen and paper, and mechanical precision too

Understanding basic Math where technology is true

Physics and geometry have a special place

Learning from life’s history

Overcoming challenges we can face

The Steam and Technology Museum, A slice of life to learn

To enrich our future, Now it is our turn.

 

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

A Tribute to the Plumber

A Tribute to the Plumber

By David Smith February 11, 2017

 

The plumber as he plugs away,

Removes the urinal like its child’s play

Up and down the ladder has a use

The water reservoir, a chore to get it loose

Soldering joints and elbows and such

Chips at a wall making noise and dust

It’s the continual flush that makes water waste

To keep control, new urinals in place

It’s the appreciation of the work involved

Behind the scenes and problem solved

The plumber as he plugs away

That confident flush makes the day

 

Vibes of destruction

The rev of an engine, the vibrations in full

Sounds of a drill, like a dentist got pull

Cutting the tile, not an easy task

To labour properly he wears a mask

 

The unpleasant sound and an awkward weight

The task to bale to not be late

The rev on an engine fascinates me

Production, determination, and enthusiasm that be

 

The high pitched squeal and a low earthquake sound

Vibrations hum from all around

A continual hum, and you know there is an end

Like a dentist’s chair with a message to send

The rev of an engine, the vibration has meaning

It’s all in production from what I’ve been seeing

The air is thick, the dust has to land

The plumber can sigh and take a proud stand

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

What a Back Stitch

What a Back Stitch

(Inspired by visit to Fabricland Welland)

By David Smith December 9, 2016

 

 

At Fabricland, four spools of thread

Where sewing by hand, is tedious, we dread

Back stitching and front stitching, any way to seam

When it’s inside out, it is obvious. The stitch from the sewing machine

 

That is the purpose, threads will not come undone

The way it is woven, like a spider’s web is spun

The thrill of design, the workmanship of the spools

It’s the precision, the mechanical parts, I find so cool

 

The needle on an angle like a wolf’s set of teeth

To bite into the fabric, and tie it, so neat

That’s what’s observed, the design of the seam

It is unique, on the four-spooled sewing machine

 

What excitement! How modern day sewing machines advance

My great-grandmother’s old Singer she would pedal and prance

Thanks be to a salesperson to take the time to explain

The advancement in sewing is to our gain