Edwin Hopper


Edwin Hopper Poems

1. Home Drive 8/22/2015
2. Biker 8/22/2015
3. Library 8/22/2015
4. Pub Grub (Jude The Obscure, Oxford) 8/22/2015
5. A Lay Bye On The Highway 8/22/2015
6. Respectability 8/22/2015
7. Orange 8/22/2015
8. A Walk At Army Hq 8/22/2015
9. Out Of Town Cafe 8/22/2015
10. Warm Bed 8/22/2015
11. Parking At Abbey Wood 8/22/2015
12. Cold Bed 8/22/2015
13. Hold The Stage 8/22/2015
14. Southampton Art House 8/22/2015
15. The Petrol Station On Park Row 8/22/2015
16. Bristol South Crematorium 8/22/2015
17. Poetess 8/22/2015
18. Sestina, Going Home 8/22/2015
19. Tea In Salisbury 8/22/2015
20. Beach Body 9/10/2015
21. Mistletoe 1/2/2016
22. Microdebitage 2/13/2016
23. The Fall Of Night 2/13/2016
24. Valentines Day 2/13/2016
25. Good Life 2/13/2016
26. Dreaming Of Michaelangelo 2/13/2016
27. Forbidden 2/13/2016
28. Talking Of Michael Morpurgo 2/13/2016
29. Chalk On The Wall 2/13/2016
30. My Mirror 2/13/2016
31. Wairose Woman 2/13/2016
32. Waitrose Man 2/13/2016
33. Supermarket 2/13/2016
34. Buskers 2/13/2016
35. Meadows Of Gold 2/13/2016
36. Cock Up 2/13/2016
37. We Own A Caravan 2/13/2016
38. Coit Mawr 2/13/2016
39. The Attic 2/13/2016
40. Internal Bleeding 2/13/2016
Best Poem of Edwin Hopper

Brexit

Brexit

Course I hate this damned EU.
It's time we had our Waterloo.
Stand beside the union jack,
and fight to take our country back.

We'll have brand new Morris Minors,
not computers made in China.
And what good was science fact?
We have to get out country back.

Eat old fashioned beans on toast,
in damp cafés on our coast.
No foreign micro wavy snacks.
I want to have my country back.

Watch cricket teams on village greens,
with good hard clouts for noisy teens.
Moral fibre's what they lack!
We need to have ...

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A Lay Bye On The Highway

In cold dark away from the cities bright,
with engine turned off, and blanket tight,
a lonely working trucker, sleeps tonight.

The mist parts to a white owl’s ghostly flight,
over dark tomb, of a medieval knight,
and be-nettled grave-yard, ‘neath cloud light.

At the tarmac edge, a mouse in fright,

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