Danny Draper

Rookie - 445 Points [Dabedra] (14 July 1963 / Kiama, New South Wales, Australia)

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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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  • Rookie - 184 Points Karen Sinclair (12/6/2012 5:27:00 AM)

    Danny Draper is a wonderfully well rounded poet whos balance and understanding oozes through his work and he may kill me for doing this lol but
    CONGRATUALTIONS DANNY! on getting your book published it is beautiful... i cant wait to drink a cuppa, feet up, may even throw caution to the wind and devour a biscuit and rifle through your words and mind..... karen

  • Rookie - 184 Points Karen Sinclair (6/16/2012 1:40:00 PM)

    Not only is mr draper a talented mighty fine poet who intelligently and compassionately understands and adores the world around him, he is a super decent friend and artist also :)

  • Silver Star - 4,112 Points Diane Hine (4/29/2012 10:19:00 PM)

    Danny has a deft touch that draws the reader in to the natural world.
    His poetry is intricately crafted and fascinating.

  • Freshman - 674 Points Vanessa Hughes (2/29/2012 4:45:00 AM)

    You are an excellent poet. Your poems encourage one to think about life a little more than if they hadn't been read. Thank you, I shall enjoy a poem a day of yours to consider your thoughts on life in general. Nessy x

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Best Poem of Danny Draper

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...

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