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Julie Draper Poem
She had a bit of a problem
Of which she was reluctant to disclose
Her wardrobe was full to overflowing
With a wild array of clothes
She justified this behaviour
By insisting it was cheap stuff
Purchased from the op shops
She couldn't get enough
Because it was so cheap
She'd buy three things instead of one
Her shirts multiplied in dozens
And her dresses by the tonne
The day eventually arrived
The wardrobe door would close no more
The drawers were overstuffed
Things were piled up on the floor
Clearly drastic action was needed
And obviously, without a doubt
This would require some discipline
And red wine to sort it out
Hours later, knackered and dishevelled
She had reduced her clothing stash
She promised never to repeat this mistake
And instead save herself the cash
She staggered to the op shop
Weighed down with bags of gear
But naturally, there was a sale on
And really, she had nothing left to wear...
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Julie Draper Poem
at the end
when this life is done
and the heavy burden of belief systems
carried by human ego mind
are released
consciousness is freed
returning home to source of all-that-is
in this freed state all conflicts disappear
and truth remains
the earthly experience is understood
as consciousness experiencing itself
in all ways
releasing negativity
raising light frequency
endlessly evolving
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Julie Draper Poem
Honestly, how hard can it be
To guess a five letter word?
It's completely absurd!
Yes, it's sadly true
I'm ashamed to confess
I've become wordle obsessed
I didn't think twenty six letters
Could make endless combinations
And need such concentration
The game always starts the same
No matter the first guess of the day
All five squares turn out grey...
.. Except for maybe an 'e' in the wrong place
Every day I begin it hoping
I'll solve it in one or two tries
Nope. Didn't. No surprise!
By the time row six looms
There's panic and desperation
And impulsive choices taken
But oh! the feeling of pride and joy
When the word appears in green -
I'm the wordle solving queen!
Copyright © Julie Draper | Year Posted 2022
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Julie Draper Poem
I’m sure ratepayers everywhere
Are aware of the many dangers
Of the cronyism to be found
At their local Council chambers
They build useless monuments
That will never make a buck
For vanity projects of all kinds
To feed egos run amok
All paid for by the taxpayer
Whilst roads and water are forgot
Common sense does not apply
To spend the rates financial pot
Management consultants say
‘Busloads of tourists will come to see’
But they’ve just made the numbers up
And charged outrageous fees
Ratepayers object but are ignored
We are unsophisticated swine
The council knows much better
How to spend your rates and mine
Behind the scenes you can be sure
Handshake deals are being made
Strings are being pulled
And backhanders being paid
Touted as the next big thing
But a hopeless waste of dough
When it fails the ratepayers cry
…………… ‘I bloody told you so!’
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Julie Draper Poem
It was the Annual Pickle Party
To celebrate cucumbers
From dark corners of the pantry
They welcomed all newcomers
There was Dill and Green and Sour
And Bread and Butter too
Mustard turned up rather late
A Gherkin jar made its debut
Things were going splendidly
They were pickled and having fun
When suddenly, all went quiet
And the awkwardness begun
They were in a pickle now -
A stranger had crashed the party
He was smooth in his white suit
And smiling like the glitterati
It was a sticky situation
They looked about in dread
Who was going to tell him...
That he was a pickled egg!
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I caught the bus the other day
I thought I'd go on a holiday
The bus arrived promptly at nine
The luggage loaded in record time
I was very impressed at the service
There was no need to feel nervous
That I’d miss my connecting flight
And have to stay an extra night…
….in an airport hotel ….
An in-between zombie zone
You’re not on holiday and not at home
Theres no time left to unpack
Your body clock is out of whack
Down rabbit warren corridors
The ancient air conditioning roars
People come and go all hours
Boiling jugs and running showers
You’ve booked an early wakeup call
But you get no bloody sleep at all
And stagger out to catch your flight….
Completely stuffed and looking sh*te
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Tui birdsong starts again, melodious warbling
bitter southerly wind still bites
sleet, horizontal and cold, flattens the daffodils
sudden rays of bright warm sunshine
race over paddocks
vivid green grass juxtaposes clear blue sky
Earth warms
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I see you honey bee
on humming erratic flight
on route to the garden bed
crash-landing on petals bright
burying head first into a flower
tumbling in the pollen white
vibrating noisily with purpose
then launching out with pollen tight
weighed down with your sweet cargo
buzzing loudly in delight
9 August 2022
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'The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul.’
I'm scrambling up the crumbling cliffs
the Pacific ocean is raging below
it's heaving about roaring and thumping
then sucking back with strong undertow
It crashes and spits onto the shore
bubbling the sand as the sea sweeps by
high above me the gulls skirl and whirl
in scattered squall of high-pitched cry
close by I hear the white noise wind
whistle past me on route from the sea
blasting through the wild dune grasses
slapping my ears and buffeting me
my ears fully open and body vibrating
I am one with Earth, she thrills my soul
her music sings through me, and I remember -
I am Earth's tuning fork, and I am whole
11 August 2022
Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form poetry contest
Sponsor. Constance La France
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Bought home in a battered case one day
He took it out and and scratched away
Playing out of tune and terribly flat
He scared the daylights out of the cat
The horsehair that ran along the bow
Had escaped and departed long ago
Never mind, he played without a flinch
While next door the neighbours winced
Melodies unrecognisable to human ear
He can't keep time or bum notes hear
'I'm a virtuoso!' he likes to boast
But in truth - he's as deaf as a post
20 April 2023
V words writing challenge poetry contest
Constance la France
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