ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

A happy accident

Alone. Alone always alone
The warmth of love I’d never known.
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I want to write real poetry
But I’m not sure how I should start
I need someone who can teach me
the basics of poetic art.
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The hunger pangs I feel are real.
My stomachs growling to be fed,
This is no quiet mute appeal
refuses to be quieted.
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Some choose to write by candlelight
and some compose straight on the screen.
Whichever way to you seems right,
that is the way it’s always been.
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The water meadow by the stream
where I was wont to sit and dream.
Has disappeared, replaced by
much less pleasing to my eye.
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When driven by a bow of yew
A clothyard shaft which truly flew
would pierce plate armour through and through
and many were the knights we slew.
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I suffer from a malady.
which is slowly killing me.
There’s no known cause nor any cure.
Its something which I must endure.
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After mature consideration

When was young I used to feel
how strange it must be to get old.
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The time had come for me to go and leave the world of work behind
I was not sure, did not know how I would occupy my mind
To fill the long hours of the day. I knew some things I’d like to try.
But work had left small time for play and now there s was no reason why.
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Some take their writing seriously
Whilst others are just dilettantes
Though my muse states imperiously,
that I must write the way she wants
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