ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

A snapshot taken years ago.
Somewhat lacking clarity.
Of some young guys I used to know
In fact the skinny one is me.
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I am not a Christian
Nor a Muslim or a Jew
I am just a simple man.
Who has a different point of view.
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I am not a religious man
I place my faith and loyalty.
Like any other football fan.
In the demi -gods I see.
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When moonlight filters through the trees.
I sometimes hear sweet melodies.
Carried towards me on the breeze.
Music guaranteed to please.
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My morning stroll, a search for signs of spring.
The sun is bright although the temperature is low
But has been lower throughout the long night
Beneath the trees the grass is frosted white.
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Who dares?
Disturb my peace
after so may years.
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Sheela na Gig immodest maid.
A symbol of fertility.
Although the Christian church forbade
.She still appears quite frequently.
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The poltergeist, mischievous sprite
who taps and knocks to cause alarm
and can move things about by night.
A nuisance but does little harm.
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I see strange phantoms in the mist. Most quickly fade but some persist
Some few I recognise as trees but others still are mysteries.
Fogbound I cannot trust my eyes and my subconscious mind supplies some memories which frighten me. I cannot discount easily.
Of travellers lost in the fog who end up choking in some bog
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Dusk to dawn

The sunset sets the sky alight.
With flames if incandescent red
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