ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

Thou art my friend and yet my foe.
Thou praiseth me dishonestly.
Why is that thou acteth so
Art thou afraid of hurting me?
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My garden is a wilderness.
Devoid of all formality
but full of beauty nonetheless.
There everything grows naturally.
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On the front porch a rocking chair
nobody uses no one dare
Nor dare they move it anywhere.
Grandpa decreed it must stay there
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A mighty oak tree offers shade
to all who choose to rest, freely.
It’s far from any forest glade.
Standing alone in majesty.
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What I remember can’t be true
and yet to me it seems to be.
I can remember living through
another life lived previously.
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She tells her kittens this and that
Like any feline mother would
and she makes sure they’ve understood
Just what it means to be a cat...
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The lady wept hot bitter tears
but could not stay the passing years
She tried to hide the evidence
and willingly spared no expense.
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Are ignorance and innocence
but two sides of one argument,
If I should sin without intent.
What need have I for penitence?
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My cause was just I could fulfil
a life long dream, an urge to kill.
An urge I knew I must resist
by application of my will.
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I cannot sleep the whole night through.
My muse will not allow me to
when she commands I must obey.
I wish she’d take a holiday.
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