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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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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
It's Christmas time again
And it seems I am the winner
Because I drew the short straw
To host the Family Christmas Dinner
I'm stressing out already
Although it's still a month away
There's so much to organise
I should have started yesterday
I will cook way too much food
To cater for various dietary ways
But at least there will be leftovers
Crammed in the fridge for days
We will all eat far too much
Then some will need a nana nap
While others will be arguing
About politics and crap
The kids will spill their pudding
On themselves and on the floor
Some sentimental ornament
Will be broken, that's for sure
Grandad will be shouting
Because he's gone completely deaf
And Aunty Prue found wandering
(Honestly, we thought she'd left)
But at the end of the night, exhausted
When the dishes are finally done
I'll remember the day fondly
And look forward to the next one
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29 November 2022
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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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late summers here
days draw long
not long now
til winters song
balmy days
evenings mild
flowers blowsy
grasses wild
warm rain falls
hot days fade
cooling breezes
harvests made
so share a meal
drink good wine
this time of year
is a vintage fine
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Who was it who said
Housework prolongs your life?
Surely they jest!
They can go take a hike
I've collapsed on the couch
From just the mere thought
After leaving it it far longer
Than I reasonably ought
Where on earth do I start?
I just can't decide where
Each job worse than the last
I feel down in despair
If only.. if only.. if only
I'd done a bit every day
I'd be feeling self righteous
Instead of filled with dismay
I've practiced avoidance
Become expert at ignoring
Now I'm full of regrets
At the state of the flooring
The windows are grimy
The bathroom needs scrubbing
The washings piled up
Somethings blocking the plumbing
Who on earth has the time
To do extras like dusting?
When the fridge in the kitchen
Is looking disgusting?
I'm sure I'd be keener
And find motivation
If housework attracted
CEO compensation
Instead I lie here inert
Filled up with dread
Paralysed with reluctance
I'll eat biscuits instead
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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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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!
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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
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Not so very long ago
When I wanted to bake
I would go to my cookbooks
For a recipe to make
Tattered and stained they were
History literally splattered on
Notes written like ‘doubles well’
Or ‘sponge cake by Yvonne’
….sometimes even a photo…..
Today for recipes I scroll the net
Searching methodically
For the only tab I want to find
Labelled ‘Jump to Recipe’
Now, I don’t know about you
But I don’t want to be besieged
By pages and pages of text
Cut and pasted for me to read
I know it’s to maximise SEOs
And other such kinds of device
But for God’s sake, get to the point
When ingredients and method suffice
I don’t want to know the origin
Of different pasta shapes
Or how cinnamon got its name
Or rare varieties of grapes
I have no objection at all
To a small communique
But screeds of text turn me off
So I’ve ordered a takeaway
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