ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

A string quartet plays melodies
beneath the shade of potted palms
like resurrected memories
Which added quaintness to the charms
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Alas and alack: My lord is dead.
Now who will protect me in his stead
I must wed, I can’t rule alone.
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The cello weeps a melody,
the woodwinds deeply sympathise
The violin a threnody
adds to the sobbing harmony.
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Glorious sunset,
the western sky ablaze with shades of red.
Nature’s artistry
beyond a mans ability
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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.
The lowing herd winds solely o’er the lea.
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way
and leaves the world to darkness and to me
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We are confused by our odd dreams
when nothing is quite as it seems.

Though dreams may be our minds at play.
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The pivot point of time is now.
When anything potentially
can step on stage and take a bow.
The past is gone beyond recall,
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I shall greet the day
in my normal way
Rise from my bed and go
as is natural
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I was so trustingly naïve.
Too young and foolish to believe.
That though she promised paradise
all of her promises were lies.
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I am cast out, condemned to be
a wanderer in the wilderness
with every man my enemy.
My only crime was to express.
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