Irene C S ClarkHogg Poems

Johnny was a vampire,
One of the ancient breed.
Some said, ‘They are born of woman,
But spawned by Satan’s seed.’
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I will go out in a blaze of glory.
One day I will die, as now I live.
I do not know all the answers
But this promise I can give.
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Africa Awakes.


Early morning: a mist enshrouded scene.
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Mary Margaret Montigrew
Was looking rather fat
But over-indulgence in chocolate cake
Was not the reason for that
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Come, Dance.


Come, dance with me beneath the moon,
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This is in answer to Dee's challenge

I live near a small village
In a large cave beside a stream
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The rainbow is a type of prism,
Or so all the scientists say,
A splitting of light in raindrops
After the storm we had today.
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Oh, how I miss all my children
I do miss the small ones
And the very tall ones
And the in between ones.
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Lead grey skies enfold like shrouds
To clothe the rain lashed mountain peaks
Birds huddle down with open beaks
Protesting to encroaching clouds.
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I don’t want to be an Easter bunny
I think Easter is all rot
‘Cos those humans try to catch me
And put me in a pot.
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