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Best Poems Written by Julie Draper

Below are the all-time best Julie Draper poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Wardrobe

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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Musings On Faith

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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Wordle

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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White Elephants

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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A Pretty Pickle

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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Airport Hotel

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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September Spring

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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Honey Bee

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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Tuning Fork

'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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Violin

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