ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

Though magic mushrooms may transform
change your perceptions from the norm
then lead to flights of fantasy.
Escaping from reality.
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I gaze upon her nakedness.
regard it with an artist’s eye.
A woman nature chose to bless
with beauty which would satisfy
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The measure of a life is not
the length of time from birth to death.
Nor the possessions you have got
or what you say with your last breath
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The pace of life is fast and furious.
We have no time to simply stand and stare.
There is no peace to be found, anywhere,
so many pressures brought to bear on us.
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I seek a maid to marry me.
A homely maid who’s dutiful
a girl who can smile pleasantly.
Above a maid who’s beautiful.
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I read some poetry today
by long dead poets from the past,
which I enjoyed I have to say.
Their golden words were meant to last
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The Duchess danced delightfully.
The Duke was cursed with two left feet.
Whilst she was dancing gracefully
the Duke would simply drink and eat.
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In my nocturnal wanderings
I would with thee my sweet abide
and cosset thee with pandering
To show the love I cannot hide
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The miser sits and counts his gold
well wrapped in rags against the cold.
He has no fire he lacks the sense
He cannot bear to spend his pence.
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The old maid and her tabby cat
Live together happily
in their small ground floor council flat
Where from the window they can see.
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