Danny Draper

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

Danny Draper Poems

1. The Good Old Days 1/27/2012
2. From Dabedra - 19/8/1993 1/27/2012
3. From Dabedra - 18/10/2004 1/27/2012
4. From Dabedra - 19-22/5/2004 1/27/2012
5. Crapper Lyrics No 1 1/27/2012
6. Concealing A Wisdom 1/27/2012
7. Coat Of Country 1/27/2012
8. From Dabedra - 20/1/2003 1/27/2012
9. The Glance (For Donna) 1/27/2012
10. Happiness (For Helen) 1/30/2012
11. Second Of January 2006 1/30/2012
12. No More The Honest Word (For Mark Felgate) 1/30/2012
13. Ron’s With Roma 1/30/2012
14. What Reason For This Mortal Stand 3/1/2012
15. Build No Shrine 3/1/2012
16. Mirror Rejected Viewer 3/1/2012
17. Blue Wren In Sydney 3/6/2012
18. Days 1 And 2 Neverfail Bay 3/6/2012
19. It Fell Upon The Each Day Earth 3/6/2012
20. From Dabedra - 22/06/1985 3/14/2012
21. From Dabedra - 12/06/1985 3/14/2012
22. Last We Met (To Dad) 3/14/2012
23. Desire Or Design? 3/14/2012
24. Half My Life I Knew Him (For Leo John Cochrane) 3/14/2012
25. From Dabedra 5/12/2005 (For Neville Shields) 3/14/2012
26. The 27th Olympiad (2000) 3/14/2012
27. Stare Out The Window 1/23/2015
28. Safe For A Week In Hobart Town 1/25/2015
29. Riverside Sandwhich 1/25/2015
30. They'Re At It Again 1/25/2015
31. The Great Avarice Belief 1/25/2015
32. Arbitrary (An Acronym For Beaurocracy) 1/25/2015
33. Lunch In The Art Gallery Of Nsw Members Lounge 1/25/2015
34. The End Is Nye 1/23/2015
35. Sonnet For Journey 1/23/2015
36. Mining Artwork Narratives From Sydney Biennale 2014 1/25/2015
37. Sonnet For Unenlightenment 5/26/2015
38. Sonnet For International Women's Day 2015 5/26/2015
39. Sonnet For Glacial Progress 5/26/2015
40. Sonnet For Secular Existence 5/26/2015
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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The Good Old Days

There never were the good old days
as those that remember say,
For the days they remember
were when they were young,
and then,
they were too young to remember.

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