Danny Draper Poems

There's a garden in the desert
Remote and tiny sphere,
Blue and green oasis
Hospitable fine and rare.
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Morning brings what years may not
Enlightened windows curtains seep
Dreams curtailed deprived sleep
Road noise growling drowns bird chorus
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Black and white
From light and shade
Swoops parental vengeance,
Just in case.
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Onlookers chatter in blood spattered dust
The basher and contenders spar and dance
On ruins and solemn graves pounded by both,
They size up and posture for what is right
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Antique plates on the mantle'
Separate along cracks,
Grind and fail without notice
Like simmering disunity.
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The fury within,  
passion or hate,  
eternally rages,  
ancient or contemporary,
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Supplies infuse the wound
Along Turkey's border
Rebels 'n' guns in civilian utilities
Against snipers, jets and tanks
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Pure, the horizon calls
Pon lands by crystal sea
Past tiny windows ever grey
A cell constructed of fog
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Nestled in days’ silhouette,
Safe within the spreading jet,
Slipstream waves silver wedge
Crest the tide on evening’s edge
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Be yourself, that is all you can be.

To be one's self
To be yourself
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