ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

Of what does happiness consist?
Merely a feeling of content
is it enough to just exist?
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They tell me I will go to hell.
Condemned for all eternity.
I don’t believe the tales they tell.
The being who created me
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A never ending tragedy.
The history of the human race.
Why is it that we cannot be content?
to live in peace with grace
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Across the water distantly.
I see lights bobbing on the sea,
the lanterns of the fishermen
appear and disappear again.
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Of all the stars that dot the sky.
One single star attracts my eye
it shines more brightly than the rest.
of all the stars in that vast host.
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The beauty of a winter scene
that’s limned in simple black and white,
with here and there an evergreen.
To me a source of sheer delight.
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I love the banter and the flow
of witticisms to and fro.
When friends foregather for a while
to raise a glass or two and smile.
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What lies beyond we do not know.
Deaths portal opens, we pass through,
no one returns though many go.
Most are convinced that this is true.
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I’m feeling rather delicate;
perhaps it’s something that I ate.
My stomach’s complains bitterly
It churns and churns incessantly.
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Each road you take comes to a fork
and both new paths look much the same
To left, to right which one to walk.
Which of the two will win the game.
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