ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

The street are silent there is no sound.
The lack of noise is frightening.
There is nobody to be found.
I find this most unsettling.
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Nature intended me to be
an omnivore: That’s what I am.
I will make no apology
because I enjoy beef and lamb.
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I had a strong presentiment
I would meet with an accident.
If I drove home my usual way
and that my life would end this day.
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Brunhilde Bloggs a local lass
was so convinced that she could pass
as being of the upper class.
She spoke in tones of pure cut glass.
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I find the winter hard to bear.
A fact that must clearly state.
I wish I had been born a bear
and had the sense to hibernate
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I see no reason to conform
to what’s accepted as the norm.
It’s not mere eccentricity
I see the world quite differently.
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There is a law which guarantees
that as you sow so shall you reap,
there’s no point in not guilty pleas.
The record keeper never sleeps.
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How strange it is to be pain free
after long years of misery.
A life confined to my wheelchair
I found was difficult to bear.
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Though poorly dressed she’s clean and neat.
She has a smile for everyone
She doesn’t live on easy street
but looks as though she might have done.
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Dead leaves which lately clad the trees
in autumn colours brave and bold.
Are scattered by the playful breeze
Their day is done their story told
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