Biography of Danny Draper
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, indignation, exageration, exaltation, spirituality and love. These are some of the essences of drama and life carried pumping, pulsing raging with life affirming and murderous lust through poetry, the blood of language.
Danny Draper's Works:
As One,2012, Hibrasil Publishing, Glebe NSW, Australia
Andromeda Falling - A short story in lyrical form presented in 55 sonnets. Released 17 March 2015 on Amazon for Kindle - http: //www.amazon.com/dp/B00USXMPAW
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
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.
And You Can Have It All
Pressed by deadlines Nagging artificial urgency Bound mindlessly but mindfully to station Bladder set to burst
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
Hottest Day In October
The southerly change came in at 11: 30 pm cool respite roared its advancing Aeolian legions of turbulent will Rousing summer foreboding
A Blessing For Secular Humanists
I will walk or fall, but always I will be strong relying on myself, or In times of trouble
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.
. I A m
What is undone can't always be remade,
Deconstructed, wayward and discrete
Her myriad tangled beauties in a trophic cascade.
Soft tree voices on music daily played
Aeolian chants of wisdom replete,
What is undone can't always be remade.