ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

I use to wear it centre parted.
But now alas it has departed
When I was young I had thick hair
but now my head’s completely bare.
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From my library shelf I took
by random choice a poetry book.
I thought to while some time away
to brighten up a boring day
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The morning breaks it’s dull and grey
another wretched winter’s day.
There’s some mistake the month is May.
It’s not a day I have to say
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A rosy glow which fades to grey,
as dusk writes finis to the day
The grey deepens to indigo,
the one by one the bright stars show.
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The mist persists, it will insist
it has the right to block the light
with trailing wisps of dirty white.
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The serpent slithered silently
across the silken counterpane
His victim slumbered peacefully
the serpent struck but struck in vain.
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Dined with the devil yesterday.
A charming chap I have to say.
He was quite debonair and gay
and conversed in a cultured way.
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Swept away on the ebbing tide
I long to stay but I must go
my wanderlust unsatisfied.
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Simple question

You do not see me follow you.
But I assure you that I do
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On the outskirts of the city
There’s a place that’s very pretty.
A semi rural paradise
for those who can afford the price.
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