ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

A novice practicing scales
upon a battered violin
A raucous sound which never fails
to make my sick headaches begin.
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All men can gain the mark of Cain
If they’re provoked sufficiently.
Fury overcasts reasons reign
and he strikes out impulsively.
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I do not know but I suspect.
That death is not as we expect.
Simply reward or punishment.
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The handbook isn’t written yet
that will teach me to forget.
The years of happiness we shared.
I have no doubt because we dared,
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What of the dead, the glorious dead.
The heroes who of whom it’s said
Laid down their lives in freedoms cause.
The men who died in foreign wars…
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It’s little things that drive you wild.
Way past the point of no return
All though by nature meek and mild.
Eventually the worm will turn.
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I have sinned I must admit.
If that’s what you choose to call it
I did as nature bid me to
and I am certain you did too.
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Well did they?

And did those feet in ancient times
Walk upon England’s mountains green.
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The dreams you have betray a need
You may not always recognise,
just what it is: You will concede
that this is true if you are wise.
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Let the festivities begin.
We have both mead and metheglin.
In honour of the tribal chief
The cooks roasted a side of beef
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