Long Draper Poems

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 INBATHTHUPPAAL, the amorous relationship between the sexes, i.e.,  cantos...

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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 deep recesses i have dug and waded, 
Although the exact...

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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 a barber that you’re ever deemed to meet.
He liked 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 barter with Mr. Draper their eggs and butter,
As they visit...

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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 tonight Jackie's hall we all can sway
It's a ceili Band...

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I have forever thought about death
Living my life was such a threat
so when I decided to write this poem
I thought long and hard about what could go wrong
the way people interpret things
Makes the poetic thought...

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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 their holidays each year of their life

We struggled and pushed...

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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 touches my feet;
Makes my feet neat.
I am back in my...

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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 a collage of brown and green, 
Overlapping and enveloping
Any semblance...

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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 cut, from the best draper
Images flow and picture our sight
These...

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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 darkness near
trying to hold on
to what we hold dear

Our heart...

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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 emptied for you
Now I sit and ponder my decisions
Scared they...

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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 appears only at order of the earthly powers

aught not the...

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Derives from Burlesco
Mockery, ridicule or joke!
A change of meaning now?
I think sexy fits better folks. 

Girls putting on silk hose
An artists paint to paper.
La femme fatal.
They peek behind velvet draper.

Like a slow day moving
Then rapidly...

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