ivor or ivor.e hogg

Rookie (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

961. Feet Of Clay. 8/28/2012
962. Well Earned Punishment. 8/29/2012
963. Necessity. 8/31/2012
964. Sing Joyously. 9/2/2012
965. All Will Be Revealed 9/5/2012
966. I Know I Have A Copy Somewhere 9/7/2012
967. Redundant. 9/9/2012
968. Spoilt For Choice 9/10/2012
969. Racial Memories: Perhaps 9/14/2012
970. Racial Memories: Perhaps Storypoem 9/14/2012
971. Tax Avoidance Strategy 9/15/2012
972. Be On Your Guard. 6/26/2012
973. Long Overdue 7/3/2012
974. My Conscience Is Clear. 7/8/2012
975. Helplessy Hopeful. 7/9/2012
976. When Rogues Fall Out. 9/21/2012
977. Unrecorded History. Storypoem 9/22/2012
978. Impartial Judgement. 9/24/2012
979. Thunder Thursday 7/16/2012
980. I'M Not A Company Man. 9/27/2012
981. Walk On By. 9/29/2012
982. Quiet Revolution. 10/28/2012
983. Dawn To Dusk 11/11/2012
984. Two Minutes 11/14/2012
985. Frosted Glass 12/4/2012
986. Bereft! . 1/1/2013
987. Co-Existence. 1/3/2013
988. Shot At Dawn 10/9/2012
989. Tabula Rasa. 10/14/2012
990. Faith. 2/13/2013
991. Singulari Of Purpose 3/2/2013
992. We Only Have Ourselves To Blame! 10/15/2012
993. Nightly Routine 9/18/2012
994. I Wonder. 6/25/2012
995. Worry Free 4/1/2012
996. Misperception? 12/22/2011
997. Break Loose 11/29/2007
998. Safe Delivery For M'Lady Tara 7/14/2007
999. No Change 7/3/2007
1000. True Love Endures 7/7/2007
Best Poem of ivor or ivor.e hogg

A Fading Dream

The purple gloom of midnight hides
all outward signs of the decay.
A sense of grandeur still abides.
That’s absent by the light of day.

Stray silver moonbeams softly show
to best advantage what remains
of elegance from long ago
but very tactfully refrain,

From highlighting faults and flaws,
so obvious in the bright sunlight.
The broken panes and sagging doors
are kindly hidden by the night..

The formal gardens overgrown.
They have been long deprived of care,
dividing walls just heaps of stone.
Show through the brambles here and...

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No Free Passage

The long grey furrows of the sea
which switch and change incessantly
Conceal the graves of fishermen
who trusted her, once too often.

The sea is not trustworthy
her mood can change so easily.
She is a kind and cruel bitch.
The trouble is you don’t know which

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