jim hogg Poems

The subtle hook of our self love
bewitched us once with wondrous schemes,
and drew us into dead end streets;
we danced, we loved, we dared to dream.
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Beneath this stone bridge that we stood upon once
the waters of two lochs mingle and glide
weaving a flowing concerto of life
out of the world it reflects from above:
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These seasons keep on turning round.
Again, the birds are flying south.
This morning everything was white -
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Yin calm summer night a lang time ago
three Scots and a Pole skimmed out of the bay,
over a fast fading silvery sheen
intae the last o' the languid day.
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I saw you only one more time
in all those years between.
We stared into each other's eyes
across a Glasgow street.
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It only takes a little step
to alter everything.
A song we might have made our own,
a song we'll never sing;
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I saw you first across the fields
between the wanting and the dream
when we were barely fully grown
it must have been a while ago
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Where are your warlike lovers, love,
and your sensitive fighters, now?
Arse-gallons under the turf mush.
Tokers are gaga too and pout
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The scattered clouds are high and white,
a younger sun comes breaking through.
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You rows and rows of teachers' hopes
Remember if you have the time
The creelers drowned and swept away
Their wives and families standing by
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