ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

There is a quiet place I know.
where in the spring shy violets grow.
A peaceful place where I will find
I’ve left my troubles all behind.
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Herbert the hippopotamus
was feeling rather amorous
The female hippopotami
avoided Herbies roving eye.
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My watch says four its time for tea
but I’m not where I ought to be.
Instead I’m stuck in this foul trench
amidst the mud and slime and stench
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A centipede does not wear shoes.
If they were offered he’d refuse.
Say he’s afraid they’d hurt his toes
and he knows best I must suppose.
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A dirty night without
a dirty Knight within
I entertain no doubt
The dirty knight will win
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The bright white clouds against the blue
are moving slowly, passing through.
Their shadows cast upon the ground
move slowly too without a sound.
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I would that I could ever be.
Allowed to worship thy beauty.
but thou hast little time for men
now past their three score years and ten.
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November: Yet a single bloom
still flaunts herself defiantly.
A splash of red against the gloom
of a depressing dark grey sky.
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A rose bud still, not yet a rose.
A gawky awkward teenager
but she will blossom as she grows
and make me proud she’s my daughter.
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I’ve been around the block a time or two.
Long since; I lost my childish innocence.
For what I lost I gained some recompense.
One of the bitter lessons life has taught.
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