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Thoughts from a Typewrter

Thoughts from a Typewriter

Originally typed on an Underwood Rhythm Touch 1948 model

By David Smith April 14, 2018

 

My pride and joy to type away

And listen to the tapping while I play

Like loading a fountain pen with bottled ink

And make little tiny circles on a page and think

 

A taste of our forefathers how they lived

Without cell phones and tablets and time they give

A simpler time would embrace in my hand

With physical exercise and the walking we can

 

This modernization where the information highway is full

The stress and the strain and nothing physical to pull

More time for anxiety and more time to dread.

With instant messaging communication is dead

 

To nimble the fingers and love notes with pen

And typing out thoughts in the privacy of a den

Our forefathers had vision with simple machines

And speak with precision of what life truly means

 

On this information highway, over whelming to digest

And big brother is watching and frustration at best

A simple life with typewriter and paper

Artificial intelligence, a stressful flavour

 

Behind the typewriter makes me glad

To learn the skill made me mad

All that drill to type about

Posture perfect as my grade nine teacher would shout

 

It was worth it to learn the skill

To type with speed and accuracy the thrill

Later on from years gone by,

The manual typewriter, that keyboard I spy

 

The joy of writing; to think while I type

Rules and creativity, to do it right

My pride and joy to type away

And listen to the tapping while I play.

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Passion for Vintage Typewriters

Passion for Vintage Typewriters

By David Smith March 25, 2018

 

Bought a rhythm touch typewriter off the internet today

What a deal, typing, let fingers, skip and play

It is an Underwood from the fifties or late forties no doubt

The workmanship, the quality, what craftsmanship is about

 

All mechanical parts, how everything crafted in place

Even the marginal stops, solid steel, levers to face

The sound is secure when the slugs are snapped

No vibrating sounds, as words are being tapped

 

The steel, the workmanship, on the pre war machines

What happened to high-quality as plastic fills in the seams!

Our ancestors new the trade, the solid and the true

It’s a throwaway society, we are heading too

 

That solid typewriter from days gone by

Can out-last another generation, as time is on the fly

What of my computer, now old and slow

Only been a year or two, new programmes, to get to know

 

Think of the workmanship, the quality, our forefathers produced

With ruler and compass and protractor on the loose

Yes, that typewriter, I picked up today

Advanced technology, we lose our potential, by the way

 

 

Timeless Classics: Vintage Typewriters

Timeless Classics: Vintage Typewriters

By David Smith December 30, 2017

 

A modest collection of typewriters on display

My total collection, my passion by the way

That burning desire to study pictures and all

Beautiful typewriters, that keeps me in awe

Reminds me of Marilyn Monroe when I was young

Beautiful glossies as her fame has sung

 

Studying her moves, like the typewriters I see

The unique composition, that goes beyond me

The classic machine, the keyboard and cover

Sounds and the rhythm, imagination does hover

The smell of the ink, the beat of the slugs

The printed page, imagination hugs

 

The ting of the bell, an original line

The beauty of Marilyn, a thought that is mine

Classic typewriters, the communication of the age

Thoughts on paper as reality is engaged

What a thrill, a movie star, and typewriters too

Expressing imagination, the passion so true

 

Vintage typewriters, and composing, the craze

Timeless classics, an eternal age

The eternal beauty of Marilyn Monroe

And vintage typewriters

The passion a glow

A modest collection of typewriters on display

An Icon of history as the past is at play

 

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.

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

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

 

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?