ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

I choose my friends instinctively.
Signals received unconsciously
decide compatability
I am convinced accurately.
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A garden walled in rose red brick.
Which traps the sun and holds the heat
our forbears did not miss a trick.
Few modern gardens can compete.
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When I was just a little lad
sometimes I used to hate my dad.
It was his job so he taught me.
I must pay for being naughty
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Though almost imperceptibly. The snow was falling steadily,
unruffled by the slightest breeze. To coat the branches of the trees,
with layers of the purest white, which sparkle in the pale moonlight.
The contrast pleasing to my eyes. Beneath the trees a blanket lies
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The moon against the blue black night
A symbol of serenity
Bathes the world with silver light
a touch of surreality.
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I bought a new anthology
of poems from the First World War.
I offer no apology
The poetry filled me with awe.
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Like a feathered arrow flying.
Straight and true but silently
Speeds the message of your dying
a missile you won’t hear or see.
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There’s more to writing poetry,
than choosing your words carefully.
Selecting words you know will rhyme.
You must consider too the time
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Critics express their point of view.
As they have every right to do
I will give credit where it’s due.
So I consider each review
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The stream meanders to and fro.
Here where the cattle come to drink
the yellow cowslips gaily grow.
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