ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

I am relaxed and warm in bed,
the day is done its time for sleep.
Stray thoughts glide swiftly through my head
obediently like flocks of sheep.
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The autumn leaves beneath the trees
engage in swirling whirling dance.
To tunes provided by the breeze.
As if they know it’s their last chance.
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A predator, the pygmy shrew?
It seems unlikely but it’s true.
To satisfy its appetite
this tiny scrap of dynamite
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I have a little china doll, a figurine,
she stands in pride of place on my bookcase.
Sometimes from the corner of my eye,
I think that I can see her cry. I wonder why.
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Imaginations heady brew
With which all poets quench their thirst
may prove a little strong for you.
I would advise small sips at first.
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The atmosphere was smoky blue.
The singer’s voice was smoky too
When she picked up the microphone
she fascinated everyone.
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Marie Antoinette’s great mistake,
she told the peasants to eat cake
The final straw destined to break
the camels back, for pity’s sake
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I strain my eyes, peer through the clinging mist
My mind can conjure up strange fantasies
surrealistic unrealities
I know are not real, but they still persist.
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The lonely ghosts who ride the wind
forever seeking sanctuary.
Are too afraid to leave behind
their old familiarity.
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I fantasise and I create
new worlds which I can populate.
In any way that pleases me.
I can imagine easily
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