ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

I’m sure that mature ladies know
that men admire the fluid flow
of their Gluteus Maximi.
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I say Phoebe do not force it.
It won’t fit inside your corset.
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When the skylarks rise up singing.
Their morning hymn to greet the day
Praise songs set the welkin ringing.
Because they know no other way
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This used to be a dwelling place
For members of the human race
Two thousand years or so ago.
The passing years have changed it though.
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Count Dracula. A mere upstart.
He is not what he claims to be
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When day is done and twilight falls
I hear the Tomcats caterwauls.
The noise they make is quite obscene.
They vie for favours of the queen.
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The pale beams of a sickle moon
Shed just enough light to show.
The winding path to lagoon.
A place we often chose to go
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Within the woodlands dappled shade.
I came across a block of stone
I had no doubt it was man made
Though when and why cannot be known.
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Lunatic sonnet.

Psychiatrists have labelled me,
In doing so have set me free
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Deep purple Iris’ rioting
Beside a gently flowing stream.
Neglected yet still flourishing.
Part of a long abandoned dream.
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