I have been writing poems since I was about 12. I am interested in the intricate beauty of language, it's messages and anger and power to love and inspire. I enjoy playing with language to test its maliability sometimes puns, or sounds or shapes, but always the beauty of the words and their places of humour, anger, comfort, love, loneliness, or hatred, exasperation, justice and injustices, ... more »
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Danny Draper Poems
When All The Trees
When all the trees are tall and still and Sun is shouldered on a hill, Shadows drench a cooling gully and nocturnal eyes begin to stir.
Race to the bottom (with apologies to Jo...
I must go down in the seas again, the lonely sea and to die, And all I ask is a better life and a land to set that by, And the world's kick and the wind's song and the white fists shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and great jaws breaking.
A Bag Of Seeds
Is the selfless heart not most self consumed? Selfishly conceited by greater goods' Dimly lit imperfect passage To intoxication by self-righteous fervour?
You Broke Your Leg?
Yes I broke my silly leg That would account for the crutches! How did it happen?
And wonder where the years went
We stop visiting graves In mind or real, And wonder where The years went.
I live in hope (in memory of Martin L...
I live in hope that one day We will live in a world Without discrimination and bigotry Where our children will know love
No one, is buying poetry
No one, is buying poetry. You can barely give it away, They might read it online, free, But no one wants to buy it.
A Theist Cure
Always I am accepting of others, but That does not mean that I am interested, try Holding your faith as sacred and private, and Evade the falsehood that different is wrong, and
Ode to a Tim Tam for Ruth Walters
Anticipation is its own reward When satiated by so sweet a morsel, So rare that something or someone is Good and loved both inside and out.
Naming Of Cats
Nameless, homeless three month old stray Congenial and smoochy, purred our way No collar, no microchip just a posse of fleas A bit below weight 'neath Pursian hair tease
A Heart Grows No Older (For Wayne)
A heart grows no older With the passage of time, It seeks with a passion What it sought all the time.
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And You Can Have It All
Pressed by deadlines Nagging artificial urgency Bound mindlessly but mindfully to station Bladder set to burst
For the Longest Time
They wore it an each day shirt Spring tide of native tongue, Pollen grains dust 'n' fury Ticked days fell from union,
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When All The Trees
When all the trees are tall and still
and Sun is shouldered on a hill,
Shadows drench a cooling gully
and nocturnal eyes begin to stir.
When all the wings of day are rested
and talk of roosts by owners tested,
Fear of enemies concedes to sleep
and dark conceals its masses.
When all the hearts in unison beat
and world's in silence are replete,
Uniformly all are equal as by magic
and little animals start their night.
When all the hunters stalk night prey
and quarry seek out gifts of day,
Fragments from the hectic lighted
and waste from...