ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

The moonlight paints across the lake
a golden path which dreamers take.
When sleep has set their spirit free
to visit realms of fantasy.
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On fragile wings the skylark soars
up to the heights form whence he pours
his early morning orison.
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I listened to strange instruments
which played a haunting eldritch tune
and witnessed wonderful events.
Beneath a twisted sickle moon.
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I think that ladies should ignore
The dictates of the fashion trade
The doubtful claims of haute couture
by so called experts often made.
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Cupid is not stupid

Love can strike unexpectedly.
When you think you are past romance,
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Am I insane? Perhaps I am.
Quite frankly I don’t give a damn
what other people think of me.
Because at last I’ve broken free.
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I wander freely mentally.
Enraptured by the things I see
within my worlds of fantasy.
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This used to be a woodland place
when I was young long years ago
but now there’s very little trace
no trees at all. You’d never know
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I loved her but she loved me not
and so I joined the infantry.
In the vain hope I would be shot
and put an end to misery.
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The Roman Roads from A to B.
Straight as a die uphill and down
the perfect route for infantry.
Which they deployed from town to town.
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