Tag Archives: Inspiration

The Hornblower Experience

The Hornblower Experience

By David Smith August 25, 2017

 

The mass of people to see the gorge

Tourists at Niagara, how they forged

Like herding cattle, the people in line

In pens, of movement, to control the time

 

Employees had counters, to count the sheep

Placed in elevators, up and down, we creep

Tourists were thick, and well organized, to go

On and off the Hornblower, we know

 

Shuffling the masses was something to see

Thoughts of a refugee camp, vivid imagery, for me

Ever ending lines, of people packed in the corral

As the flowing of tourists can move quite well

 

Like we’re a number, and move on through

And our individuality, no one knew

A mass of people and think of our skills

Getting on that Hornblower for nature’s thrills

 

Think of our potential, the composition of a nation

Our abilities and talent, with great expectation

The multitude of people to see the Hand of God

Our humility, and His Workmanship, we can applaud

The multitude of tourists to see the sight

To harness that energy, what power and might

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depression is the Artists’ fuel for success

Depression is the artists’ fuel for success

By David Smith July 20, 2017

 

Listen to the heart beat, the musicians’ tune

Excited on the stage, then alone in their room

The roller-coaster ride comes down after a gig

Agony and depression, like a prison with a lid

 

Beautiful performers that give their all to a crowd

Fall in love with the audience, that heart beat so loud

Then the quietness, the drop of the tears

Alone and depressed drained of life’s glorious cheers

 

Being an artist on that roller-coaster of life

The fuel for success in front of an audience so bright

Listen to the heart beat, alone off the stage

The agony of loneliness, where tears are engaged

Listen to the heart beat, the musicians’ tune

Excited on the stage, then alone in their room

Famous Writers and Tools of the Trade

Famous Writers and Tools of the Trade

By David Smith July 16, 2017

 

Famous writers, their typewriters, in demand

It’s not the typewriter, it’s ideas that stand

Whether an Underwood or Remington or Olivetti around
It’s the tool of the trade where marketers abound

 

Not because of their pen or the brand of the ink

The passion for writing, to express and to think

The tool is not the skill, it’s from the author’s hand

The ideas, the circumstances, to document in this land

 

Excited by life, to treasure each thought

Capture ideas with suitable tools that we got

It does not matter, about a brand or a name

When writers become famous, their tools become fame

 

The freedom to think and document a thought

Daydreaming comes alive the power it brought

Writing tools become famous, because of the writer’s flair

The writer, not the typewriter, the value to share

 

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

Bet you can’t eat just one

Bet you Can’t East just one

Inspired by  Potato Chip Commercial

By David Smith May 13, 2017

 

Bet you can’t eat just one?

They become addictive, like kisses in the hot sun

That salty taste, the crunch between the teeth;

Like saliva and spit, and desire that is so sweet;

 

Bet you can’t eat one, as lust starts to rise

That focus on chips, where fine taste magnifies

That hunger to embrace, flesh against flesh

Just the anticipation and imagination at its best

 

The crispness of one potato chip;

The freshness of a kiss,

The powerful heat of passion,

A world of turmoil and bliss;

A bag of chips and, un-fulfillment of one

As one lonely kiss, where adultery is spun

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