ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

He suffers from a rare condition
advanced and chronic erudition
There was no end to what he knew
and every day learnt something new.
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Do you believe there is a God?
and if you do pray tell me why.
Myself I find it rather odd.
I do believe I would reply.
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The Daffodils in massed array
their yellow trumpets on display
are flaunting beauty shamelessly
. They see no need for modesty.
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The evening breeze a lullaby
which echoes softly in the sky
and bids the sun go to his rest.
The silver moon will take his place
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Snowflakes dance like butterflies
before my disbelieving eyes.
I was prepared to sing springs song
But it appears that I was wrong.
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I keep stored in my library
a treasury of poetry.
These riches I’m prepared to share
with anyone who visits there.
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Her work worn hands are quiet now.
Something I never thought to see
She used them so industriously
no idleness would she allow.
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I wake from sleep and hitch a ride
Upon a moonbeam passing by
Where shall I go I can’t decide
no matter how hard I may try.
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He had one eye, one arm, one leg
a landmine had removed the rest
he does not whinge or whine or beg.
His attitude is best expressed.
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The surging tides that ebb and flow
I watch them come I watch them go.

The rolling waters of the sea,
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