Best Draper Poems

Suspect Dapper Draper,
half-scammed a bank caper.
With his brother Baker,
Whose a known safe breaker.
They rode on fly paper.
To escape down a scraper.
The plans were mere vapor.
They...

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Fifty six years of woodworking our crafts of life together
There were sacrifices and triumphs
Three little dreams ago our life became complete
Then the sands of time...

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Broken and battered
slipshod and shattered
we've all but hidden
amongst the scattered

Lost in our wake
we fake and then take
shelter oblivious
to what's truly at stake

Trembling in fear
from the...

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I was first picked up
In a cast-off shop in Liverpool; 
Surrounded by racks of seasoned shirts
Bearing names of old soldiers.

“Draper” draped on an immature frame
In...

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Thiru-Valluvar on Praising the Good Qualiities of Ladies: Canto 112 - Nalam Pinainththu Uraiththal

[The poet devotes the third part of his treatise, the Thiruk-Kural to...

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Just down the gravel road a piece is an old-time country store.
On its saggin' shelves are things you won't find much anymore.
Ladies in bright calico...

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Packed all our bags and into the car 
A family of eight a dog from the bar
My father a publican hard worker as wife
deserved all...

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I am Flight Sgt Ramsay Roe, and my memories have faded,  
Of my experiences in Burma, and their chronological order, 
But into my memory’s...

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The draper shop in Drumshanbo town was busy on the day
The girls were moving bales of cloth and packing shelves away
Are you allowed to dance...

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At the seashore, a late evening.
The scenic beauty; I am enjoying.
People are running;
So I am watching.
Writing an unfinished story;
Continuing from the moment of glory.
Shallow waves...

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Draper to dram shop, loops
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I remember back a year or two when waiting for the barber’s chair,
where Bill Crosbie snipped around the heads, relieving excess hair,
and Bill’s as typical...

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High noon beckons
For this trio of men
With a flick of the wrist
And the write of their pen
 
Words transcend from thoughts to paper
Like a delicate...

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when must i grieve,when is
it right,is it when the zephrs
swindle the tiny sod,and the fleece
of penury cloth the day-light hours
o money that travels and flees
and...

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