ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

It could be true! That nothing’s real.
That all the dreams that we pursue
are just illusions which appeal?
It could be true!
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Some write for glory and for fame.
I write because I am obsessed
and wordplay is my favourite game.
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Daylight subdues and fades away.
Dark shadows creep across the sky.
Scarlet now tints the west with pink
Sunlight can no longer reign.
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I will supply pure heroine
To all the hopheads on the street
And then the clean up will begin
I’ll rid the city of dead beats.
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Although I’m far from innocent
I have done things I now repent.
In self defence I must protest
I am no worse than all the rest
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The desert plains of ice and snow are not a place I’d choose to go.
Nor sandy wastes under the sun dry deserts don’t suit everyone.
The high plateaus of the Andes; I can assure you will not please.
Perhaps I’m choosy but I find such desert places most unkind.
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I love the beauty of the moors. Those vast expanses wild and free
But I am prejudiced of course; there is no place I’d rather be.
In any season I feel at home. The winte, spring, summer or fall.
Be because I claim the right to roam. There are no rules here none at all.
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Who steals my purse steals only trash.
My credit cards are all maxed out
I have no job I have no cash
so sadly he must do without.
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The deep notes of the organ sound,
The choirboys look slyly round
to see what mischief they can find.
They look like angels but I find.
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When do a daughters duties cease?

Wilt thou remain immaculate?
enamoured of the virgin state.
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