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Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg

I lnow I think so I must be for Friend Michael

I think therefore I am; To me
this does not seem at all correct.
I am therefore I think; Would be
much more accurate I suspect.
I do not let it worry me.
Though J.P.Sartre was concerned
I am content to merely be.
That is one lesson I have learned.
Why should I worry needlessly
about the things I do not know.
I have my own philosophy
I just accept it must be so
I can think, therefore I exist.
That is the truth I must insist.

Monday,17 May 2010
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Transient for M'lady Denise

A rain dropp sparkles in the sun
Refracting light prismatically.
Primary colours every one
collectively and separately
Though in itself quite colourless,
It can convert white light into.
Any colour more or less
A most impressive range of hues.
Sadly the magic cannot last
The raindropp will evaporate.
The present will become the past.
This is not open to debate.
There is no room for argument.
Rain drops are always transient

Tuesday,29 June 2010
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October Day

The bright white clouds against the blue
are moving slowly, passing through.
Their shadows cast upon the ground
move slowly too without a sound.
The winter sunshine’s slanted rays.
Join in the game and seem to chase
the shadows which the clouds have cast
Shining brightly when they’ve passed.
The sky is clear unbroken blue.
It feels a little warmer too.
A little sunshine does I find
lift up my spirits change my mind
about the way I view the day
I do not like it when it’s grey.

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Fall Due

The autumn leaves beneath the trees
engage in swirling whirling dance.
To tunes provided by the breeze.
As if they know it’s their last chance.
To show their beauty while they may
before their brilliant colours fade
and they fall subject to decay.
The dues they owe must be repaid.
The trees which lent them sustenance
will reabsorb their nutriments
When they have danced their final dance
according to the precedents
Nature established long ago.
They have no choice it must be so.

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Gut Feelings?

I can read omens in entrails
of cockerels I sacrifice.
my inner vision seldom fails.
I am the local Haruspice.
Although you may not understand
the message that I give to you.
I must do as the Gods command
as I am bound by oath to do.
The Gods enjoy their little jest.
They make their messages obscure.
Although I always try my best.
There is no way I can be sure
The message I relay to you
is the one I am supposed to.

Saturday,11 September 2010
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You can't believe your eyes!

The countless thousand points of light.
Which decorate the firmament
Are only visible by night
By long established precedent..
We have the opportunity
to study them though distantly.
Each one of them another sun
Although we know that some have gone.
Some of the stars we think we see
have supernovaed long ago.
We know this theoretically
Which one they are we do not know.
Existing as pale memories
of the suns they used to be.

Monday,28 March 2011
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Cryogenic for M' Lady Catrina Heart

A frozen rose whose colour glows
beneath a crystal coat of ice.
How artistically it shows
a vision fit for paradise.

Still pleasing to the eyes of those
who see it shine amidst the frost.
Catatonic, comatose,
the only beauty it has lost.

Perfume appealing to the nose.
Its scented beauty frozen too.
Without its scent it’s still a rose
Although coated in frigid dew

But it will last until the thaw
then disappear for evermore.

7-Jan-09

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Shared Confidence for MY Lady Irene

My lady loves me this I know
because she often tells me so
I tell her just as frequently.
Three little words that seem to be.
the key to lasting happiness
Because we know we need not guess.
Our love’s a mutuality
that’s based upon equality
Every time I say” I love you”
my lady knows for sure I do
and every time that she tells me
I know it is a certainty.
If every couple did the same
There’d be more winners in life’s game.

7-Mar-09
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Intellectual Property

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The copyright belongs to me.
Which I can prove quite easily
If you attempt to plagiarise.
You might well find to your surprise.
I will not hesitate to sue.
So think again before you do.
You will not get away scott free.
You cannot steal my property.
Such theft incurs a penalty
The Law provides a remedy
for those who claim dishonestly
that they have written it not me.
Are you prepared to pay the price
or wise enough to heed advice.

30/06/2009
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Will She

The musty smell of dollar bills.
Which people think will cure their ills
they simply cannot get enough.
of that crisp green folding stuff.
But money won’t buy happiness
you can get by on something less
A lesson they are slow to learn
You do not need all you can earn..
By putting in those extra hours
and have no time to smell the flowers.
Totally neglect your family.
It is your choice you are quite free.
to leave your wife a rich widow
But will she miss you when you go.

20-Jan-08

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