ivor or ivor.e hogg

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

ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

1121. The Truth Can Hurt 2/29/2008
1122. To A Skylark For M Lady Ernestine 2/24/2008
1123. Self Pride 2/21/2008
1124. Fulfilment 2/22/2008
1125. Would I? 2/25/2008
1126. Please Youreslf 2/11/2008
1127. Can You? For M'Lady Lucianne 2/12/2008
1128. Totally Biased 2/4/2008
1129. Generally Speaking 2/19/2008
1130. Eviction 2/16/2008
1131. Bragging Rights 2/16/2008
1132. After Coleridge 2/17/2008
1133. Cupid Is Not Stupid For M Lady Helen Unknown 2/15/2008
1134. Kindly Interference 2/13/2008
1135. Silence Is Golden 3/19/2008
1136. Beneath Our Feet 3/22/2008
1137. The Watchers 3/11/2008
1138. Progress? 3/11/2008
1139. Patience 3/12/2008
1140. You Are My Sunshine For My Lady Irene 3/12/2008
1141. Just A Dreamer 3/12/2008
1142. Pride 3/13/2008
1143. What Can We Say 3/14/2008
1144. Selina 08 3/17/2008
1145. But I Don'T Want To For M Lady Ernestine 3/31/2008
1146. Paradise Lost For M 'Lady Tara 3/31/2008
1147. Saved From My Naivete Story Poem For M 'Lady Ann Beard 4/1/2008
1148. I Shant Be Long 3/30/2008
1149. Just Rambling Or Mike Prunicki 3/23/2008
1150. Maternal Musings. 3/24/2008
1151. Waiting For Daylight 4/17/2008
1152. Sentimental Value For M 'Lady Tara 4/21/2008
1153. In The Fulness Of Time Story Poem 4/15/2008
1154. Fashion Passion 4/13/2008
1155. Am I? 4/5/2008
1156. Neater Meter For Mr Earley 4/11/2008
1157. Adolescent Angst 4/6/2008
1158. Sound Familiar? For Bill Smith 4/7/2008
1159. Freeway Diners 4/7/2008
1160. Begalmoured And Bewildered For M Lady Ernestine 11/27/2007
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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