ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

Long ago when the world was new
It was a perfect paradise
Which every living creature knew
And none of them thought otherwise.
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Quintilla format.

His lover was in constant pain.
She could no longer bear the strain.
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Selected randomly by fate.
I became famous over night.
Be cause of what I chose to write.
About the duties of the state.
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The wind has dropped the air is still
With just a hint of autumn chill.
A scent of dampness fills the air.
My little dog and I don't care.
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In Flanders Fields red poppies grow.
But long dead warriors lie below.
Their rotted bodies nourishing
The scarlet poppies flourishing..
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When I awake before the dawn
I seize the opportunity
To watch a new day being born.
A moment of tranquillity
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The Hungry Sea.

The fog descends and spitefully blots out the harsh reality.
Of the hidden rocks and shoals that lie in wait to drown poor souls
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Suspiciously she stands and stares
at every passing strangers face.
She is convinced that no one cares,
the world to her a hostile place.
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Future Perfect

Two auld biddies gossiping
aboot their hubbies suffering.
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Misperception.

The silence of the night; profound.
Is broken by a dismal sound.
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