ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

In days of yore the dandies wore
embroidered clothes in colours gay.
Fine velvets, silks and coarse tussore.
The current fashions of the day.
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The clock has struck the midnight hour
and silence now hangs heavily.
Sad recollections overpower
my every happy memory.
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Neater meter?

I have to write a sonnet in free verse.
I must stick to Iambic pentameter.
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A crystal vase reflects sunlight
but splits it up prismatically
Into stray beams of colours bright
which demonstrate the artistry.
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The high priest cleansed the altar stone.
Prepared it for the sacrifice,
this task was his and his alone.
No lesser person would suffice.
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A random act of violence,
An unpremeditated blow
which devastates two families.
A difference only of degrees
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I are a ‘apply little oyster,
just lurking in me shell.
lying on the ocean bed
suits me very well.
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My Guardian Angel is a prude
she has a pious attitude.
I have a little devil too
who tries to persuade me to do.
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A connoisseur of derrieres.
I’ve studied ladies rears for years.
I love to watch the liquid flow
of haunches moving to and fro
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At sixteen years she was naïve.
Lived in a world of fantasy,
she was convinced that dreams come true.
But she would learn they seldom do.
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