ivor or ivor.e hogg

Any fool can be a father.
It takes a man to be a Dad.
Though some fellows would much rather
play the field as Jack the Lad.
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The purple gloom of midnight hides
all outward signs of the decay.
A sense of grandeur still abides.
That’s absent by the light of day.
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I hold the door open for you
a simple act of courtesy
This any gentleman would do.
To you I act insultingly.
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A dog’s tale


A small dog shows his loyalty
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I am a slave to poetry.

I do not wish to be set free
a willing prisoner happily.
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Abormality?

I suffer from a strange disease.
A most peculiar malady,
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November month of fog and mists.
The early mornings have a bite
the silver grass by Jack Frost kissed
in the dark hours of the night.
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The gaudy glow of neon lights
dispels the darkness of the nights
on city streets.
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Religion is about control.
Although they claim to save your soul.
The truth is it’s a power game
the priests of all creeds are the same.
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A New Deal

The shouting and the tumult dies.
The people have declared their choice
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At midnight still the roses bloom
Their colours pale beneath the moon
Scenting the air with rich perfume
while nightingales sing their sweet tune.
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Bob Adamson an ordinary guy,
woke suddenly one night and wondered why.
He saw or thought he saw within his room
a radiant figure lighting up the gloom.
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I can recall nothing at all.
My mind is like a pristine page,
it’s rather sad but comical
I do not know my name or age.
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Revealed to me exclusively.
Its natures plan to erase man.
No one accepts this prophecy.
They don’t believe that nature can.
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Although things change they stay the same.
What changes is our point of view
beneath the sun theres nothing new
Although things change they stay the same.
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Highways, byways and motorways
are very much the same to me.
I much prefer the bridle ways
Those quiet lanes are traffic free.
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A portal closes then you see
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This world’s a paradise again.
The race of man has been erased.
Replaced by beings far more sane
than humankind was as a race.
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Still fields of scarlet poppies blow
on long abandoned battle fields.
The bones of dead men hid below
will feed their roots increasing yields.
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Although my love is growing old.
She is still beautiful to me.
Though what I see you cannot see.
I see her as she used to be.
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