ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

The shadow of an echo falls
upon deaf ears which listen not.
They fail to hear the distant calls
of memories they thought forgot.
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There is no way I’d like to be
somebody else: I quite like me.
I’ll never be a household name
but I am happy just the same.
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We dance sky clad beneath the moon.
The Goddess’ wishes to fulfil.
In gratitude for every boon
The goddess grants us as she will.
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It was her eyes, those tragic eyes
The saddest eyes I ever saw.
That made me start to realise.
The price that children pay for war.
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The glory of the sunset fades.
The evening sky surrenders to
a nonstop flow of darkest blue.
Which overwhelms the pastel shades.
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I am the worm that never sleeps.
My given name is jealously.
I live within the twisted deeps
of human minds: Wait patiently.
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An impoverished vocabulary,
can preclude communication.
Facilitate incomprehension.
foiling our attempts at clarity.
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I don’t regret that I am old.
When I look back I clearly see.
The things that fate chose to withhold
I had to accept finally.
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To say I’m old is true today
but you will never hear me say.
I have done all that I can do
each day I attempt something new.
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Across the fields at eventide.
I can hear a choir singing
faintly. As the birds are winging
back to their nests. Now peace abides.
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