ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

My tabby cat is rather fond
of watching Koi carp in the pond
She sits and watches quietly
a picture of serenity
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The silent cello waits in vain.
Her owner can no longer play,
her twisted joints in so much pain
Arthritis has now won the day.
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As we grow old our boundaries,
become more circumscribed it seems.
Although we don’t give up our dreams,
we must accept realities.
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Across the valley echoing
I hear a sound like distant drums.
It is the day of reckoning.
The storm god comes, the storm god comes.
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Writers must write: They are possessed
by inner demons who insist
That they must write and they know best.
We lack the power to resist.
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What use is life if we do not
find time to contemplate our lot
Why are we here where do we go
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I can read omens in entrails
of cockerels I sacrifice.
my inner vision seldom fails.
I am the local Haruspice.
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Do gooders have done their best.
To end effective punishment.
Although their ideas fail the test.
Let criminals do as they please.
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I yearn to see the dragons fly.
Just one more time before I die
As I did so long ago.
Around Mount Kilimanjaro
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Bright autumn leaves like butterflies
are gaily dancing in the breeze.
Until they fall; no more to rise
and coat the ground beneath the trees.
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