ivor or ivor.e hogg
Biography of ivor or ivor.e hogg
Ex airman Ex policemam ex social worker etc
rather varied career pattern
Married second time around to a poetess artist and musician
two duugthers one son two step sons 10
grandchildren between us spread all over the globe
Interests reading and writing poetry Reading sci fi and fantasy.Comparitive religion Re incarnation and Psi in general
Retired and busier than I have ever been
ivor or ivor.e hogg's Works:
Grandmas Button box poetry anthologu
Bitter sweet poetry anthologyCollaborated anthology by my wife and I with publisher at present
Bardic Dreams, Bitter sweet
All self published
ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems
A Fading Dream
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.
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.
A Dog's Tale For M' Lady Ernestine
A dog’s tale A small dog shows his loyalty
A Gentlemans View
I hold the door open for you a simple act of courtesy This any gentleman would do. To you I act insultingly.
The gaudy glow of neon lights dispels the darkness of the nights on city streets.
Naturally For M Lady Marci
At midnight still the roses bloom Their colours pale beneath the moon Scenting the air with rich perfume while nightingales sing their sweet tune.
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.
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.
Food Glorious Food For Friend Thad
The hunger pangs I feel are real. My stomachs growling to be fed, This is no quiet mute appeal refuses to be quieted.
Abormality? I suffer from a strange disease. A most peculiar malady,
Am I Prejudiced?
I am a slave to poetry. I do not wish to be set free a willing prisoner happily.
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.
A Cynics View A Rant
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.
A New Deal
A New Deal The shouting and the tumult dies. The people have declared their choice
Good News To Share
Now what’s amiss?
No welcome kiss
That’s not like you
you will give me
a kiss or two,
Your smiling face