ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

Collectors of antiquities.
Renowned for eccentricities
are very often to be found
hanging round some battle ground
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A myriad stars, bright points of light
are twinkling in the darkling sky
and many more beyond my sight
far from this island galaxy.
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Some sweet peas still defy the frost.
A battle which will soon be lost,
Though they have battled valiantly
they can’t defeat their enemy.
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A deep toned bell heard loud and clear.
which resonates between the walls.
Awakens echoes far and near
they disappear and silence falls.
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The golden tones of a bronze gong
still echo although silently.
When first I heard that sacred song
whose melody enraptured me.
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The crone presides, the mother serves.
The maiden’s waiting in the wings,
each holds she place that she deserves.
The Moon Goddess still pulls the strings.
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Thou art the merest popinjay.
A beardless boy not yet a man,
go to thou fool and go thy way.
Go quickly whilst thou still can.
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The time has come for you to die!
I have your name in my black book.
Or so death said and my reply
you’d better have another look.
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The moon is shining through the mist
upon the bench where we first kissed.
So long ago, so long ago
I know you know how much you’re missed.
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The night has fled but left behind
a louring sky gun metal grey.
foreshadowing the dawn of day.
My eyes wide open search the skies,
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