ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

One more unfortunate
weary of breath.
Rashly importunate
gone to her death.
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February the fourteenth day
is not the only day I say.
To my beloved I love you
I try show in every way
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I see what all men see
but I regard it with a poet’s eye.
Find beauty in the ordinary
which other men will just pass by.
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A demon lurks beneath his skin.
Although he looks so innocent.
His purpose is malevolent
to foster sin his sole intent.
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The shifting blues of soft twilight, precursor to the fall of night.
From palest blue to indigo the colours waver come and go
.No earthly artist though they try can possibly identify
the boundaries between the hues which swirl and blend just as they choose.
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The black bird sweetly tunes his throat.
A stream of liquid notes which float.
As if suspended somewhere
in between fact and fantasy.
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It is the little things which impress.
Small gestures of your tenderness.
A fleeting touch, a gentle kiss,
these are the things I would miss.
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The garden still beneath the moon, the silence echoes with a tune.
The tune we danced to, the night we met. A melody that lingers yet.
We fell in love two crazy fools, for others not for us the rules.
Our raging hormones were to blame.We were both losers in the game.
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I hear a tapping at my door.
It’s trick and treaters I expect.
I have some candy treats in store
which they will happily accept.
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I view the world in wonderment
the daily miracles I see.
Don’t come about by accident
at least that’s how its seems to me.
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