ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

The howlet hoots his melancholy
Atop yon lordlings gray stone folly.

The Mithraic bull engages in debate.
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I find that diamonds are like ice.
Cold, hard and colourless.
But only diamonds will suffice
when you are trying to impress.
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I face the future fearfully
it’s time to say my last farewell.
The grey sky weeps in sympathy.
My joy in life is gone from me.
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Along the coast a lonely road.
That’s closely watched buy excise men.
Who know that smugglers transport their load
along this roadway now and then.
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A myriad of silver spears.
The raindrops pierce the earth below.
They rarely come and quickly go.
Then as expected there appears
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Reward for long service
English ode format.

The waterways of England are
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A tower reaching for the sky
The tallest in the world they say.
The tiny country of Dubai
is very proud they can display
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The best laid plans of mice and men.
Are often foiled by circumstance.
Undaunted though we try again.
We are convinced there is a chance.
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Harried by hounds the stag is spent.
He is worn out and terrified.
Enters my gates by accident,
In search of somewhere he can hide.
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Some people say I am perverse
because I choose to write in verse.
The kind of stories I compose.
They think I ought to write in prose.
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