Typing Poems - Poems about Typing

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. ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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…....

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"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...

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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...

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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....

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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. See those...

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