ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

I’m not the man I used to be
In fact I’ve changed considerably.
Sixteen stone my fighting weight.
I really don’t appreciate.
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Beneath the sky, the restless sea
Was lapping at the shingle shore.
As it had often done before.
The shingle resists stubbornly.
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My time grows short I'm getting old.
The years pass by so speedily
Each day is worth much more than gold.
I greet each morning thankfully
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Out of the night that covers me.
Black as the pit from pole to pole.
I thank whatever Gods there be.
For my unconquerable soul
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This is an anniversary.
She certainly won’t celebrate.
But can’t expunge the memory
Of the day she lost her mate...
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I wandered in an ancient maze.
Close clipped hedges on either side
and as I walked its narrow ways.
I had no choice but to decide.
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I have a family

My ancestry a mystery
I was abandoned as a child.
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Devastation, desolation
uncontrolled deforestation.
A policy of slash and burn.
What men destroy cannot return.
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A sky layered in lavender,
old rose and streaks of gold that glow.
Against approaching indigo
as night accepts day’s surrender.
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</The Wilted Rose.

A wilted rose recalls to me.
A sad but cherished memory
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