ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

Beneath the earth in caverns deep.
The Dragons lie in silent sleep,
where they await the trumpet blast.
That tells them it is time at last
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The musty smell of dollar bills.
Which people think will cure their ills
they simply cannot get enough.
of that crisp green folding stuff.
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Gut feelings, hunches and E.S.P
mean very much the same to me.
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Her jewel box is full of dreams
It is to her or so it seems
as Grandmas aged fingers play
with jewels of a bygone day.
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S

At seventy four still competent
to manage independently.
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When I am dead I want to be
buried without ceremony.
As nourishment to feed a tree
that’s planted in my memory.
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She lived alone because she chose,
she had no time for fickle men.
She had been hurt I must suppose
and was afraid to try again.
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Eviction

A picture formed by ultra sound
will only cost a pound or two
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Bragging Rights

I’m feeling rather curious
If not down right ridiculous.
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All thoughts, all passions, all delights.
Whatever stirs the mortal frame,
all are but ministers of love
and feed his sacred flame
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