Park Bench Tales and other writings

Thoughts and writings reflecting the poet within and the activist

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Я прокидаюся і широко викидаю портьєри

Яскраві промені ранкового сонця зараз течуть всередині

В такі ранки писар занурить чорнило

Слова виливаються на пергамент так швидко, як він може подумати

Моя любов до неї витікає на сувій

Вдячність, що її прихильність робить моє життя цілим

Шановний Господи, я дякую, коли дорослішаю

На весь час я наближаюся до свого кінця

І все-таки є золоті спогади, які потрібно зробити

Кольори, які заливають розум і не згасають

Я відчуваю, як моє серце співає з кожним ритмом

Похвалити того, хто робить моє життя повноцінним

Давайте разом святкуємо ці золоті роки

Хоча промені сонця приносять тіні і жатки страхи

Хмари кохання подорожують синім небом

Я наповнений благословенням кожного сходу сонця

Безчасна річка тече під сонячним промінням

Щодня витікаючи, щоб дати життя мрії

Де кожен ранок приносить щастя заново

Як моє життя наповнене любов’ю до тебе

Авторські права: Девід Хопкрофт травень 2023 року


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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The Scream

She had walked this way several times before

A short cut originally to speed her journey home

When the route through the park had become a bore

She now preferred this route beside the carved stone

She used to think of all those lives that lay beneath her feet

She wondered if they really did have a soul

A spirit and would they by some chance meet

Or would the air around her just become damp and cold

She preferred to walk in darkness away from the light

There was comfort in being beneath the stars and moon

Her mind felt more peaceful in the dead of the night

Then came that SCREAM piercing the gloom

Her heart beat faster as she peered among the stones

From out of the earth a ghostly form was arising

She wanted to feel the icy cold of those bones

The form screamed again and this was becoming exciting

Her graveyard lover had risen up from his past

Taking in her body just like her nightly dream

Her wishes had been granted at long last

In that moment of pleasure she let out her SCREAM

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

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Here’s to the big girls

Here’s to the big girls

Here’s to the women who are not skinny and slim

A toast to all those with a full figure

What’s the use of a girl you can’t see because she’s so thin

Give me the big girls who have some vigour

Here’s to the ladies who have something to hold

Goodbye to the yoga girls who can bend any way

Let’s roll around together be you young or old

Among the purple heather or on the fresh hay

Give me the lady with the heaving chest

Showing those charms of warmth and tenderness

Give me a large bosom where my head can rest

The softness and desire that I wish to caress

Who wants a bikini babe with a microscopic waist

I want the body that can heave and thrust

Give me the full figure with something to taste

Let’s drink pleasure together to satisfy lust

Here’s to the big girls with thighs that are thick

With legs that can hold me firm and tight

She’s the girl with the taper to light up my wick

Here’s to the body I can make love to all night

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

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Love me gently

Love me gently and take me into your arms

Draw me to you and show me all your charms

The jewels that you said you wish to share

Love me gently and let me show you care

Love me with the honesty that lets secrets be bared

Let romance blossom freely as our love is aired

Come to me now and let me hold you close

Let stroking fingers talk upon your skin

Feel the heat that others might deem as sin

Love me gently and please let me in

Let the promise of a future now begin

Love me and let me love you in return

Love me until the flames of passion freely burn

Tell me just how I may pleasure you

To make your body feel the warmth of a flush

Talk to me and fear not for the blush

Love me more deeply than a teenage crush

Let you love open like the petals of a flower

Love me gently through the day and night

Let me pour my love into you in return

Let us find pleasure and a future that is bright

Teach me my love of that I wish to learn

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023



He waited at the table as the minutes ticked slowly by

Glancing frequently at his watch and then the clock in the square

Searching among passing figures to seek out her face

He was starting to feel anxious that he could not deny

What if his journey was to lead to that field of despair

Could she really have left him without a trace

He took out his notebook and tried to write a verse

Staring aimlessly at the blank sheet of paper

Why was it that the ink just would not flow

Memories were falling apart and lacked cohesion

Could this be a brief romance ending in a hearse

He paused and thought a little more about her

There was so much about her that he did not know

His mind struggled to accept thought without reason

If only he had the belief to overcome his doubt

If only he could believe and trust

Maybe then love would take a hold

Maybe then it really would be binding

If only if only if only

Then a voice called out

‘Hey you’

In that moment doubt was crushed

The coil in his head began unwinding

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

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Life and death of a telephone booth

Life and death of a telephone booth

A little red box stood on the corner of my street

With a black receiver and buttons A and B

A large paper directory and fag ends at my feet

There was additional decoration for all to see

Within this little box folk would leave a calling card

Advertising their services and their wares

Just a number and a message that might seem hard

To understand unless you knew your apples from your pears

Each card carried a private number with a text

Joe the plumber for emergencies seemed innocent

But others might lead one to feel a little vexed

Call Dawn for fragrant flowers that are succulent

They were the Yellow Pages of the night

That led to private rooms where secrets could be hidden

I would study them to unravel the invite

Leather retailers where you must do what was bidden

Lessons on Spanish guitar no strings attached

The duality of the meaning held in the phrase

You might have to phone to see if you were matched

To discover what was offered in so many ways

Jane’s full massage left nothing to imagination or disguise

But you needed to phone to ascertain the price

Her touch upon your skin was sure to get a rise

So much would be offered and displayed if you were nice

Now the internet has removed this fascination

Secrets no longer hidden everything to be displayed

Where lies the mystery in open exhibition

That informs you of how much is to be paid

The mini-video that exhibits those wobbling breasts

Or the panties being removed in the car

A selection on offer The Question Which is best

You can see the honey now the lid is off the jar

The message and the mouse click have replaced the rotary dial

The imagery has killed off the mystery calling card

With the video camera she can advertise in style

Inviting you for action with no holds barred

Then the imagery becomes flattery that will deceive

The photoshop slimming down of the waist

And those boobs Really Do you honestly believe

Look carefully and do not act in haste

The little red box is still there on my walk

Paint peeling windows broken and no phone

The cards have gone and there’s no double talk

Yet beneath them was an honesty that’s flown

Can ageing minds still entice and walk the walk

Can we find thrills beyond the dog and bone

Hey there tell girl me really you wanna talk

Then tempt me with a message whilst I’m here at home

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

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Finding the lost shaker of salt

Finding the lost shaker of salt

Searching for true love never should be in haste

Seeking the smile that adorns the radiant face

How could such beauty be allowed to go to waste

Did they both long for each other’s taste

Brief encounters increasing the attraction each day

Those glances betraying what was still locked away

She wishing that he would for longer stay

He was hoping that if he asked she would not say nay

An uncompleted puzzle with just one piece that was missing

When put in place would that lead to their kissing

In their minds dwelt patience whilst they were still fishing

Each seemingly aware of the other’s wishing

The longing that lay so deep within each heart

Pictures forming in their minds where each played a part

Surely imagination could not be their only expression of art

A rainbow cocktail that gave colour to their love chart

It was the margarita that brought their wishing to a halt

The waiting they decided was really nobody’s fault

Finding treasure and pleasure in a now opened vault

At last both had found that lost shaker of salt

Copyright: David Hopcroft April 2023


Dwynwen’s Isle

Writtten for Saint Dwynwen’s Day on January 26th

Dwynwen’s Isle

(January 25th)

Let me spirit you away to the magic of Ynys Mon

For upon this day shall I pledge a troth to you

Be with me on this journey to the sacred Dwynwen’s isle

For I have found no fairer lady dwelling in this land

Of your equal in tenderness and affection there is none

Be with me to tread a lover’s path upon the morning dew

Let us both forsake the past and greet this dawn with a smile

Come do not be coy upon such a day let me take your hand

Walk into a future with me to feel the warmth of rising sun

Let me hold you close and press your bosom against my chest

May our lips meet for a future found beyond the waves

Why not seal a fate on Dwynwen’s isle before the sun dips low

Each night you are in my dreams my heart you have already won

Come seek with me for a love that surely must be blessed

For the laughter and the sparkle in your eyes my heart craves

Let magic take a course today as our feelings freely flow

Copyright: David Hopcroft January 2023

Острів Двінвен

( 25 січня )

Дозвольте мені відвести вас до магії Ynys Mon

Бо в цей день я тобі віддаю свою любов

Будьте зі мною в цій подорожі до священного острова Двінвен

Бо я не знайшов жодної справедливішої дами, що мешкала на цій землі

З ваших рівних за ніжністю і прихильністю немає

Будьте зі мною, щоб пройти шлях коханця на ранковій росі

Давайте обидва покинемо минуле і привітаємо цю світанку посмішкою

Приходь, не соромся такого дня, дозволь мені взяти твою руку

Зайдіть у майбутнє зі мною, щоб відчути тепло висхідного сонця

Дозвольте мені тримати вас близько і притиснути пазуху до грудей

Нехай наші губи зустрінуться на майбутнє, знайдене поза хвилями

Чому б не запечатати долю на острові Двінвен до того, як сонце опуститься низько

Щовечора ти мрієш моє серце, ти вже переміг

Приходь шукати зі мною кохання, яке, безумовно, має бути благословенне

За сміх і блиск у ваших очах моє серце жадає

Нехай магія сьогодні пройде курс, коли наші почуття вільно течуть

Авторські права: Девід Хопкрофт січень 2023 року


A little romantic thought

A little romantic thought

Silent setting sun dips slowly o’er the hills

Casting long shadows ‘cross the sleeping vales

The village lies in quietness and evening now distils

Sweet gold on high and purple low

Reflected in the ripples upon the lake

The branches of the oak stand bare.

Springtime has yet to wake.

Within the whitewashed cottage covered with its reeds

Snuggled in bedchamber the lady in waiting lies

Listens lovingly to the gently flowing breeze

And knows the bleak of winter has now flown.

Into the chamber where with amour she awaits

The wind soft melody of music gently wafts,

Swaying movement from the velvet drapes.

The gentle beat of heart beneath her bosomed chest

Whose rise and fall betrays the dearer wish

Unfurls drab darkness teasing her from lonesome rest

To seek again the love that she would truly take.

Awaits the lady for the form of her chosen knight

To lie beside her till the cock shall sound the morn

Seductive fulfilment of the verses they now write.

Now shall her enchanting take its alluring course

To clasp her arms to close around his defenceless form

Which drawn to her by some mysterious earthly force

Shall contented yield to her body’s greater warmth

Lips with sweet kisses put an end to secret doubt

Draws unreserved the love to its conclusion

Hearken now to the thrill of lover’s joyous shout.

Passions drawn from deepest earth the bodies now consuming

Fast desires that within their hearts have long been shared

Sweetness of the love that spills in its outpouring

To bring again those moments of pure pleasure

And lie again contented in the bed

Nestled close together for the night.

Ends now that time when heart once bled !

Copyright: David Hopcroft 2000