Tag Archives: Poem

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



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

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


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



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


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


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