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[davidjhopcroft]

What is victory?

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Did they die in vain?

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Casualties of war

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Poetic memories

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Validating Love 2

Validating Love 2

I really need to know who you say that you are

We must go through some process of validation

Could you please tick every box that has a car

I want to be sure you are not a figment of imagination

Now the next part is simply all you need to do

Is to enter a password I sent in a message to you

To use with the dating scanner to give me a clue

So your face matches your picture this method is new

Why is it we no longer take things on trust

Why are so many willing to lie to your face

Now that honesty has apparently turned to dust

So we must validate everything against a database

Can you use you phone to send me a fingerprint

I need to check against the records the agency sent

If it matches then I’ll message ‘That’s mint’

If not then I shall suspect that you’re bent

Life was simpler when we simply agreed to meet

I’d bring along a friend and you would name the place

I’d wear a carnation and you’d have brogues on your feet

But at least we’d see each other face to face

Copyright: David Hopcroft June 2023

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They are watching you

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Just another poem as the fires keep burning

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Poem: Summer Passion by David Hopcroft 

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Hypocrites

Hypocrite

I am against the war in principle I just wanted you to know

But you must realize my country has an economy that needs to grow

Of course the truth is that I did sell them guns and ammunition

Surely you would have done the same had you been in my position

I know this sounds so dreadful with all the lives that are being lost

But if I were to decide to take sides then that would come at a cost

You must understand the logic when we decided to buy his oil

That he has been a good friend to me and I felt I should be loyal

I did send an envoy for peace to show I am not on anyone’s side

I have been very open about this and really I have nothing to hide

What a shame that all those people who are innocent have to die

I know I sold him the drones and I’ve told you the reason why

You see I remember when things got nasty back at home

He was the one who came to my rescue with a large loan

So that I could buy tanks and war planes for my military

So I do see him as a fellow leader for a great destiny

I continue to oppose the war but you know I must abstain

From any vote that might suggest one side or the other’s to blame

So really I am just waiting for one side to say they’ll give way

But I am trying to trade with both so I will leave you to pray

I know this sounds nonsense to give guns then say don’t attack

You can’t send anyone over a border they have to come back

But this is reality and so I really see no reason to hurry

I’m sure someone will think of an answer but I am not going to worry

Copyright: David Hopcroft June 2023

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Unreal

Unreal

This world that I live in is not an illusion

The world is a selfish expression of all that we are

Leaders prepared to kill and maim for their brief moment of glory

Our day to day lives might well be the first chapter of a horror story

The arrogance that goes with the discharge of sewage into rivers and streams

We are building a land where nobody cares and nobody cleans

We shall keep burning oil until the very last drop has gone

If you are asking who cares the answer may be none

Is there really a green country? Can you name one?

We have discarded plastic to choke up our seas

For a throwaway land where you just do as you please

Why is it we look the other way with such ease?

There is poverty knocking on every door

Food banks for all those folks with no money for the store

Politicians claiming that nobody is really poor

Sweeping truth under a red carpet laid upon the floor

Money squandered on fashion just for one night out

Closing their eyes to the homeless that live round about

The world that I live in just seems so unreal

For the wealthy this world might be their idea of paradise

With refugees starving by the millions do we really think that is nice

Your future is burning before you and you are paying the price

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

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Within the head

Within the head

I wonder just how many people dread

Living every day with those thoughts within the head

The temptations by which we may be led

A darkness that often surfaces when we go to bed

Thoughts that we have that will never be said

So we hope for a peaceful sleep instead

What if your thoughts were the same as mine

Does darkness then become light and shine

Somewhere in dark memory there might be a sign

Like a spout rising up from the brine

Can also bring havoc to what was divine

Yet this invitation within I am trying to decline

Still it haunts with its daily whine

Somewhere in my head a monster is sleeping

Trying to escape captivity it is pleading

But deep down within I still fear its seeking

What if your monster and mine are meeting

Will eruption result from the overheating

Is this evil or love that is greeting

There was one moment of daylight that was fleeting

Emotions seem to be erupting from the confusion

Reality I pray will replace this illusion

Yet if your mind and mine embrace our evolution

Are the monsters acting together in collusion

I sense taboos are being shattered by consensual fusion

Will our minds meet and exchange in some form of transfusion

We might try and explore to see if we reach a conclusion

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

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We are the roots of our existence

We are the roots of our existence

We pretend we can move on and that we can leave each other

Convincing ourselves that past memories will fade slowly away

But whilst the pictures may sometimes seem hard to recall

Their effects are still stored deep within those dark halls

We are both shaped and we shape ourselves

This mystery we call character was slowly formed over time

Those special events that stay with us as the guide

Often for pleasure but sometimes as a torment we cannot hide

There are flashes from a past that invade my mind

Unexpectedly and occasionally leaving me feeling uncomfortable

I am left wondering why they remind me of being unkind

Whilst there are others that allow pleasure to surface and bring a smile

The day then seems so much brighter as I pass the time

All of these are the roots that I laid down in the past

In this fragile soil that we dare to call life

We can pretend to change and make all of this go away

But if the tree is uprooted then the tree will surely die

So we cling to these roots whether we are aware or not

Because in the end this is part of life’s plot

You may think you can change but what if you cannot

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

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Conversation without words

Conversations without words

I guess that everything started with the look

Just a casual glance in my direction

Not that I was aware that this was a hook

Yet looking back I recognize the connection

Then that swift glance again as you left the room

That turn of the head that you knew that I would see

The suggestion that this conversation could resume

The unspoken words passing between you and me

On the escalator you were going up as I was going down

Still you had time to throw me a smile as we passed

You knew I could not resist and would turn around

An invitation without words that you had asked

I saw you at the store and you gave me a wink

Was this just ‘hello’ or was it something more

Then as we went through the checkout I began to blink

We the nod and smile you gave as you walked out the door

Next day at the office you gave me a quick wave

I wondered if really you were just passing by

At the back of my mind I wondered ‘Was I your slave?’

I was becoming fixated with you I do not deny

Then we met in the local park and you blew me a kiss

Should I show more interest or are you leading me on

You blew me another and I thought this must be bliss

I was convinced I was getting the big ‘C’mon’

Your finger beckoned me saying ‘Come over here’

As we met again on the train journey home

The message now seemed to be perfectly clear

You had a message for me and did not need the phone

We sat together on the bench in the park

You turned to me and our lips kind of just met

Now I was convinced I would not be left in the dark

The pathway to happiness was surely set

You took my hand and I was led away

Into a world of pleasure deep within your arms

You showed me how to love in every way

My life was swallowed up with your charms

I awoke in the morning on cloud 99

You were the champagne and I had pulled the cork

It now seems so amazing and really quite divine

How much you learn without having to talk

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

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Through the window pane

Through the window pane

The plastic of the frame had faded over the years

Dust adhering to the unwashed glass

Peering at blurred images of people as they pass

I entered a dream as time turned back the years

She was always there as a part of every dream

A blurred image staring at me through the pane

Eyes that induced guilt and sought to resurface shame

A dreaded memory of a darker past I wished unseen

The background ever-changing with the passing of time

She held my gaze and I feared the glass would shatter

Shards would cut my face and blood would splatter

Drops would become congealed with dust and grime

Beyond her another figure was now drawing near

Walking through a crowd that taunted with ridicule

The ever-changing faces of all those I tried to fool

Coming back to haunt me and striking fear

The more I stared the more the angry faces would appear

Reviving a murk past that had left its stain

Then a splash of water hit the dirty window pane

A hand moved across to wipe away the smear

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

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I fell in love with her teeth

I fell in love with her teeth

Her breath felt warm and then so hot upon my cheek

As she moved that lipstick covered mouth slowly towards mine

A redness of danger but of enticement

Luring and exciting

To make the pulse beat faster

Then came the pleasures as lips came close and met

Sweet soft seducing surfaces slip slowly over mine

Tips of tongues move out and touch

I feel the intoxication of a moistness shared

Never did my body seem to love as much

An instant attraction that bonded us

Deep within me the passion flared

then came the burning moment of her desire

Her mouth sought out the softness of my neck

Those beautiful pointed canine teeth

Quenched the thirst of her fire

This blood-bonded love could no longer be held in check

Howling wolves made music every time that love was shared

Upon the full moon nights we would burn the stake

She took her bounteous fill

In our love nothing was ever spared

Nocturnal passion invaded every corner of my mind

How the heartache now overwhelms our desires

For the years have passed and comes the curse of age

I am heartbroken

So in these words I must enquire

For if in such manner we are to continue to engage

Where do I get dentures for a vampire

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

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Roberta and Bert Pig Farmers

Roberta and Bert Pig Farmers

Saddlebacks, Curly Coats and Whites

Living in rows in the city of styes

As far as you could see with your eyes

With a loud sound of snoring at nights

It’s hard to fall in love with hogs and sows

It’s easier to write of a wind that soughs

But the greatest fear of Roberta and Bert

Is that pigs can stink and then it’s so hard to flirt

Try being romantic when you still smell of their dirt

Even your smalls under trouser or skirt

Could lead to embarrassment and then you feel hurt

One summer’s evening perchance they wished to attend the same dance

But the well of Roberta was dry and Bert, not wishing to seem shy,

Offered her the use of his shower

Because they both STANK

He gave her some soap enough for a great soak

She took a lunge with a sponge to lather her bum and the rest

Up and down and around carefully doing each breast

She massaged for an hour but was still in the shower

When she reached the conclusion

She still STANK

Modesty had no place so she called to Bert to lend her his hand

To help with those parts she couldn’t reach, he would understand

He reached through the curtain and she placed his hand

To rub her and scrub her where she would demand

But the time went by and she knew

She still STANK

This application of soap failed to lather their hope

So Bert jumped inside and they hoped with a grope

He ascended and descended with scrubber and rubber

With strokes of the luffa and a dose of bath oil

Each lathered the other to try to move soil

Roberta looked up where the water was flowing

Her body seemed clean and her skin was glowing

She pushed and she pulled to change his head

Thinking a jet not a spray might work instead

Certainly there was improvement

When it came with a spurt

But when they stepped out they knew

They still STANK

The problem with pigs is that they do leave this scent

If you work closely with them you may resent

Their effect upon you and express a dissent

Bur Roberta and Bert realized a message had been sent

If the scent of the pig they could not cover

And if each of them could not find another

Well they’d best just settle for each other

Copyright: David Hopcroft June 2019

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