ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

The setting sun imparts a glow
upon the surface of the lake.
In shades of red which come and go.
Some are translucent, some opaque.
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The death knell sounds and echoes round
the confines of the burial ground
The tolling bell seems to foretell.
Life will become a lonely hell.
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The abbot is a saintly man.
He praises me because I can
transcribe and illustrate the word.
So that the gospel may be heard
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Brunhilde Bloggs no fixed address.
Was very fond of cheap red wine.
Somewhat disordered in her dress.
Her voice a grating nasal whine.
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Arthritis my old enemy
insidious and stealthy foe
attacks my joints determinedly.
An enemy I’ve come to know
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Without the wherewithal to buy
I go without the food I need
whilst richer people overfeed.
I’m free to starve in poverty.
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The trees are nearly, not quite bare
with dead leaves lying everywhere
a crisp bite to the morning air.
A pleasant day for those who dare
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Oh Nicholas


Oh Nicholas don’t be so ridiculous.
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I saw my only son today
and noted to my great dismay
his hair is now completely grey.
I think that this must be Natures way
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She had prepared a special dish
a bowl of marinated fish.
And left it for me with a note
This is an exact direct quote.
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