Typist Poems - Poems about Typist

...Not a Ladder step up Typewriting keyboard set up Hands on the keys Typing letter after letter Accuracy that matters Speed will come Practice makes perfect Afterwhile, you will become a typing ......

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...In a lattice-lit dorm room sits a writer. A discarded chemistry book lies beside her. because ideas are hitting off her, like a collider. Why does writing make her feel alive-er? Cause it helps......

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...A former life. I am there, a sort of poet in 1920. My typewriter speaks a thousand words of English, if you peck at it with a thousand fingers. I need help. I have hired a woman, a lady fr......

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...Valentine typist with the pretty smile. Pecking out letters with a ick dick mick bick. Boys are lined up to see you for a country mile. You act like you don’t see them. You are totally slick.......

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...I was asked to interview my husband's potential secretary. Reluctant I was, but I got dressed and did it. Using his office and his chair. It was much too cumbersome for me. I asked the third ques......

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...I feel like writing silly tales About a typist who had long manicured nails She tapped the typewriter so slow Until her boss told her she had to go To employ her was beyond the pale......

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...I. Daybreak what glint of morning is this where the rusty bloom of chain link fences cuts the turf of rowhouses the weeds still talk with the legs of crickets as the post-dawn moon fades li......

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... Frustration           Although I am not a typist, I continue, like an addict! Beating myself with long poetry, Causing me untold hours of no sleep. Endless tears come with 'no com......

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...A world, reading into your mind You want answers, solstice you may find You got the image, the entire world all laid out And for a moment your escape is made A broom to sweep away your doubts Yo......

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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 pers......

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...Early 70's suffered from post puberty traumatic stress running to the school bus stop my belongings a mess at times missing the bus and walking to school enjoying my time alone and the suburban vi......

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...Carpet spoke. "It is only Tuesday and already I am covered in pieces and all that straw and occasional crisp. I have no mouth. I cannot possibly devour it. Where are my friends the hoovering Harriet ......

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...There was once a woman— not of vice, Nice, she’d warm lonely beds for a price; A poet hired her once... He says, not for romance, Get inspired, and no thanks, that'd suffice. Poets pine for a m......

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...God Will Overlook For God, would you want to go to work As maybe quite a genius or plain old clerk Milking many cows or working in a field Hoping to produce a very good yield. How about bein......

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...___ Manual Typewriter At Work___ The keys clack aloud As they strike the paper The carriage lifts up When the shift key is alter The ping of the bell warns the typist That she is nearing the end Of......

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