Best Typewriter Poems

After my father died, I moved to his old house
Donated many large items to charities
As each item was removed, tears streamed down my blouse
But some were not wanted; what would become of these?
 
Set up a table in the yard; sign said, “Free Stuff”
The old...

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Tapping to "The End"

The tap, tap, tapping of the keys
with the carriage thrown 
in rhythmic dings to the letters
appearing on the page. 
Each letter becoming a word
then turning into a sentences 
that flows into paragraphs
of the story living in his head.
Zzzzzzip !!!  Another page...

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In 1925  the birth of the King of the Underwood came forth
and some  21 years later, he would grace us with his wisdom
as well as his politics, quotes, manuscripts, short stories and then deliver to us Ben Hur
and Lincoln. His name was Gore...

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The other night at the bookstore in a young family strolled
and it didn’t take but a minute for them to make me feel old.

We have an antique typewriter in the store…
(the kind that makes a clicking sound and ends with that familiar ‘ding’)
which the young...

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Tap, tap, clickety-clack
Thoughts vigilantly stamped
Trademark of transcription
Technology's prologue
Twain's famous "Tom Sawyer"
Time etched black and white scene
Tinted with grandpa's dust

4-27-2021...

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Typewriter Symphony

Borge played
with fingers splayed.  

Not one key stuck 
Or gone amuck....

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"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"
"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"

Nine small words have leaped right through the decades. 
Jumping through my brain
Thumping through my memory
like a drum that still complains.

Dedicating dancing sounds
on keyboards of old Remingtons
and Underwoods, that...

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Some winter day,
In Orson's realm...
Or was it just a film?

One Paris night,
Along The Seine streams...
Or was it in my dreams?

I saw them, spies,
I heard all the cries...
Or had I been dreaming?

A machine gun
Would not stop to run...
Or was it still this film?

I woke up, then,
To...

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A fresh college graduate looking for a job
To undergo trials one of which is the typing test
Handed over a text passage to pound on the keypad
Typing 40 to 50 words per minute, I needed to press

Facing a manual typewriter, rested fingers to home keys
Try to...

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Oh how well I do remember
Dear Miss McConnell’s typing class.
Fumbling fingers seeking home keys,
And so afraid I wouldn’t pass.

The quick brown fox jumps over the…..
I was assigned that exercise.
No lettering on the keypads,
My fingers had no help from eyes.

Dropping out was not an option,
In Miss...

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Taking a course of being a secretary
Typewriter on the table is ready

My hands are aching to hit the letters
Speed depends on the movements of my fingers

A basic instrument of communication
You have to familiarize with the hands-on 

Busy hands needs to type as many words
It’s like...

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Inside a closet, going through a stack
of books and many boxes she had bound
with tape, she came upon coats way in back 
and knew what underneath them would be found.

The typewriter she’d gotten long ago,
once used by her in college constantly,
forlornly sat, invoking thoughts to...

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Pumped

Reams of paper sit upon my desk accordioned untidily, dimpled where the cat stood or sat too long. The wastepaper basket was full of crumbled balls, reflecting the topography of the Nepali  adventure  I am trying to re-count. The heavily grained desk of...

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Typewriter

Such felicity to tip toe
On  thin ridge
Delivering  a premise

Such strain in the chest
To pour over a love-chest 

Heart sluggish or fast or missing 
A beat , the ancient treadmill

A woodpecker bores 
Deep into a collage
An origami of conversations

Which way you look
The only way...

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Frost’s words set poetry nicely in ice,
“Emotion, finding thought, then words”.
Feelings are fluid; music can more quickly suffice,
But a melody can hold lyrics of smiles or swords,
A poem is chameleon but much more precise.
A poetic phrase has musical tune and chords,
Thus as a home for...

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