ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

A great grandmother genuflects
Before the altar and reflects.
On different stages of her life.
Alternating peace and strife.
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The horse drawn hearse impresses me
Drawn by a pair of well matched blacks.
Moves slowly onward sedately.
With an attendant at the back.
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My ears don't work efficiently
But nature always compensates
It is with confidence I state
I can still read quite easily
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My father's bald and wears a wig
My older brother shaves his head
I wonder is it infra dig
Agreeing with what mother said.
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I slept and in my sleep I dreamt.
I must abandon my attempt
To achieve worldly success
There is no one I need impress.
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Enclosed within rose red brick walls.
A garden from a bygone age.
A view which instantly recalls.
An Elizabethan image.
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A bronze gong sounds and resonates.
The echoes slowly die away.
The ancient monk still meditates.
As he does every single day.
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The priestess who officiates.
Clad only in authority
She very clearly demonstrates.
She's comfortable with nudity.
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The moon hangs low above the trees
And bathes with silver radiance.
A soldier praying on his knees
for some divine deliverance.
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Darkness descending silently.
Enfolds the quiet countryside.
A blanket of tranquillity
Which only last ‘til morning light.
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