Typing Poems

LETTERS MERGING AND SCRAMBLING

Three days ago, my ophthalmologist performed my first cataract operation,
All went well I must say,
But I am seeing double today, 
So please everybody who I have answered with persistent determination,
Excuse my typing, incorrect spelling and my intense unrelenting frustration.

Breathe in, breathe out, start typing

Back straight, shoulders down. Straighten the computer. Stop staring at the purple walls.
Light the candle once, twice, three times -- why won’t it light? --
before the flame finally catches,
the scent of pine blooming among the wisps of smoke.
Breathe in, breathe out. Start typing.
Sunlight slants across my fingertips, and I turn to face the source
impossibly far

Breathe In, Breathe Out, Start Typing

Back straight, shoulders down. Straighten the computer. Stop staring at the purple walls.
Light the candle once, twice, three times -- why won’t it light? --
before the flame finally catches,
filling the room with the scent of pine.
Breathe in, breathe out. Start typing.
Sunlight slants across my fingertips, and I turn to face the source
impossibly far from the

Typing Dots

And so the time has come to sleep
I relish it because I know
Sweet dreams of you will come to me
And when they do I'll tell you things 
That while awake I couldn't say
Such things that go beyond skin deep
But in those dreams are all okay

Aaa

AAA

I learned to type in Jr. High. 
I learned to tap the keyboard. 
One letter than another... 
on and on. 
AAA
AAA
AA Then... B

AAA
AAB
ABB
BBC
... 

One day I came to class, 
and we all sat right down as usual. 
But to my amazement we were free. 
We could do CCC, or DDD... Even ZZZ

My heart was lifted

Typing Words On My Old Royal Typewriter Letters- Words and Poetry

Ole to yon poet writer of words
Yet engaging tarring rhythmically graphics
As all four corners images edging
I have dreamed of these those sketches
I heard an endearing, developing edging
That moment my soul grew Polaroid™
Much I marveled this irresistible press release
Extra-extra read all about it
I remember I was benefiting, computer buffering
By the grave I saw the waded balled

What Are You Typing

I have to deliberate an idea for about a month he said.
I began to type.
It forms slowly, sometimes in a painful way, he whines.
I am half listening.
Words are pinging onto the page with rapid precision.
I do not understand how anyone can write a worthwhile poem
in less than three weeks, he tells me.
Bam.
Poem number one is

Off the Top: Just Typing

This wasn't planned, I don't know what to say
Just feel crammed, this writer's block won't go away
So I thought I shouldn't think
Maybe take an extended blink
Stare into the darkness and feel the dark I see
Stare at the empty to try and fix the emptiness in me
 
Can't think of much else to talk about
But if

My Typing Fingers--Ink

Typing, fingers.... saying "Kind" words today.

Blank paper now coming alive with true love.

Words for you that will fit like a fine glove.

My computer is full of "Kind" typing play. 

Date Written: 3/8/2020

3 Place   STRAND PICK 2, ANY THEME, ANY FORM Contest Judged:4/6/2020 
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
And
3 Place Kind Ink  Contest Judged:4/17/2020 Sponsored

I Have Been Told, Ca

I have been told, when I use the compute it always goes awry.

I have been told, do not blame the computer it is just a crazy machine.

I have been told, do not anguish over my typing.

I have been told, if I dream and assuage about my words I will feel better.

I have been told, I

Perpetually Typing

Clothes used to matter. Now I don’t even fix supper.
There is food here
Thanks to my husband.
I am typing
All the time

Perpetually typing
Delighting in it
Stuck to a computer
Hours upon hours
Throwing down my truth

So when I die
People can throw the clothes out
But maybe
Just
maybe
Please
maybe
they will not
throw out my words.
Finally reading them for the very first time….

Page Up

"Page up"


Dear John, 

     "Enter" the time when you'd drive me up to the lake to cherish the scenery's beauty, and we'd witness the same in our love-locked eyes. Like our weekend adventures together, you were my dream "Esc." Your laughter reminds me of "Home," a place I could forever dwell

I Am Always Typing

Hello! She said. A cheery friendly hello. I was typing
Because I am always typing. I barely recognized her voice.
When I turned I knew we had an appointment. 
I am great at appointments after I see your face.
Not so great before I see it because I always forget.

Yes I do have a calendar.
But when I pops

C and V Gone Forever

C and V are gone forever
Punched too hard
Copy and Paste

Space bar holding court
Wanting a rally to protest 
The heaviness of my fingers.

I slap them happily
Typing 85 words a minute
Unconcerned about their silly protest.

I Am Think Typing

Have you ever had the best ……… of the worst of the most ……….ordinary of the kindest …….. of days?
I am think-typing, so this is starting to annoy me.
What?
Have you ever had the ghost of …… a person of a kind …………..of a spirit of a juice?
Okay, this has gotten my attention.
I stop typing.
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