ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

I
I follow in the footsteps
of old poets of the past.
As geese fly south in autumn.
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The clock strikes twelve sonorous chimes.
The witching hour of midnight is here
the best of times the worst of times.
That vampires love and humans fear.
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A busy woodlouse wends his way
across the tiles of black and gray.
A vast expanse beneath the sky
I wonder where he goes and why.
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I’m always outside looking in
at other folks togetherness.
I do not know where to begin
to cancel out my loneliness.
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Tom tiddle om, tiddle om tom tom.
The drummers played as they marched along,
close behind were the infantry.
they were smart as smart could be.
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Afloat on the immensity
of waters rolling endlessly
Their huge canoes borne easily.
Their voyage was exploratory.
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I was enchanted by her grace.
The way she moved so fluidly.
A member of the human race?
It seemed to me she could not be.
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They laid creeping barrage down
in preparation for the push.
It was a pearler Mrs Brown
and turned the battleground to mush.
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A crafty cat crapped in the crypt.
A furtive feline felony,
it left its mark and then it skipped.
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Now what’s amiss?
No welcome kiss
That’s not like you
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