ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

They tried a cordon sanitaire
in an attempt to stop the spread.
The virulence was every where
the lucky ones already dead.
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The morning always comes too soon,
when you are locked in loves embrace
You much prefer the gentle moon
to the suns bright shining face.
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Across the meadows bells are ringing.
Overhead the birds are winging
homewards to their roosting place
As twilight falls, the hour of grace
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The soulless city lies in wait
to capture young ambitious fools
Who think that they can demonstrate
they have no need to obey rules.
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I’m waiting though impatiently
but don’t know what I’m waiting for.
A high state of expectancy.
I’ve often felt like this before.
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The sun across the lake sinks low.
The birds have sung their even song.
The hills still basking in the glow
of crimson rays which wont last long.
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The lady is quite frankly fat.
but does not let it bother her.
She’ll openly admit to that
because she knows that men prefer.
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A lawn without a weed it seems
would satisfy most gardeners dreams
But not for me I much prefer
to see a daisy here and there.
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Though magic mushrooms may transform
change your perceptions from the norm
then lead to flights of fantasy.
Escaping from reality.
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I gaze upon her nakedness.
regard it with an artist’s eye.
A woman nature chose to bless
with beauty which would satisfy
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