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

Observations at a Construction Site

Observation at a Construction Site

Weekend of Dec 4, 2016

By David Smith December 5, 2016

They’re building walls and structures like a jail

To control the dust, the noise and the gale

Framework and curtains to tear down the walls

A dirty job; the tradesmen have balls

Cutting through chip rock and the mess to come

Preparing demolition, construction has begun

Preventive medicine, the tradesmen work away

The heartbeat of the office to function on the work day

Nights and weekends behind the public scene

That is the think-tank, what the tradesmen mean

Calloused hands and feet, as hammers and ladders play

Fear of heights does not get in the way

Aged and persevere as they plod along

The youth of today have a different song

They are building walls and structure on a temporary course

For a strong city hall to withstand the force

A light beam!

Not just a beam, but a beam of light

That cuts through the darkness and bounces so bright

Reflects off the walls, and ceiling and floor

Acts as straight edge with precision to adore

Masking tape follows the beam

The foundation for structure as framework is seen

As tradesmen come in and hone their skills

A joy to sit back, my greatest thrill

Technology comes alive to keep everything plumb

Teamwork and togetherness greater than its sum

Swinging up the drywall to attached to the frame

Measuring and cutting for the tight fit to gain

Tradesmen are nimble, time on their knees

Cutting and measuring as life is a breeze

Swinging up the dry wall and pivoting in place

Like a ballet with finesse and accuracy and grace

That sheet of dry wall moved in and out of place

Finally accepted, as a tailor would face

The drills and the noise where everything is square

And talk of a shoe- horn for a quick slip to compare

The bang of a hammer, the drill with a beat

Moving the ladders challenges to meet

Tradesmen work hard in elements of weather

Even in buildings close quarters come together

Admiring architecture and structures around

Precision accuracy, tradesmen are found

What is this?

A little scrap of steel like a gas pedal that I see

It has got a little groove and it puzzles me

Fits over top the boot, and the groove has a place

Holding up the chip rock to slide into space

All done with leverage, and what it’s telling me

Placing heavy objects with maximum efficiency

All these little gadgets have a special place

All the skilled tradesmen, technology they face

Way up high

The strain of the ladder against the weight

As chip rock is supported and it fits great

The screw nails drill in with an irritating hum

Onto the next section as production starts to come

As each section is completed the atmosphere does change

The room closing in, the walls are to gain

What a different view from the morning that we saw

Framework filling in as tape covers up the flaw

That’s my report from the weekend we see

What hard work and preparation is telling me

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

 

Inspired by “A Peculiar Walk”

Inspired by “A Peculiar Walk”

By David Smith November 9, 2016

 

Very mechanical as he walks with his cane

Like an arm on a steam engine, rotates now and again

One hand on the cane and the other takes off

Every step, the elbow breaks into a trot

It’s so mechanical as he chugs along

Walking the sidewalk, like a steam engine, he’s gone

His walk so peculiar, I think of his age

His experiences in life

His perseverance to engage

How he can adapt and walk on his own

As he carries a cane and not a cell phone

To learn from the elderly they adapt and they cope

Their experiences in life may seem remote

But they have lived and continue to shine

Their experiences in life let them share their time

So when I see a peculiar walk

They’ve got the maturity to have their talk