ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

I’m haunted by a memory.
A tune I cannot quite recall,
in quiet times it comes to me
as into reverie I fall.
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I dreamt a dream I can’t recall.
I only know I dreaming wept
tears soaked my pillow as I slept.
I can’t remember it at all.
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The sky is blue bright sunshine shows
the changing colours of the trees.
Which ripple in the playful breeze
A changing tapestry that glows
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The young curate grew quite harassed
discussing sexuality.
Because he was so embarrased
Although he tried quite doggedly.
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I’ve been a ghost for centuries.
Qualified by experience.
No diplomas or degrees
but plenty of self confidence.
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The moonlight slyly penetrates
the curtained windows of my room.
Though hesitant illuminates
the empty silence wrapped in gloom.
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I view the world in wonderment
the daily miracles I see.
Don’t come about by accident
at least that’s how its seems to me.
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Angels come in many guises.
Different shapes and different sizes,
concealed by their odd disguises.
Angels manage to surprise us.
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Re-echoing.
The words we spoke but now regret.
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She comes to me in dreams at night.
And holds me as she used to do.
But disappears by morning light
So I am left to grieve anew..
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