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Self Pride

At seventy four still competent
to manage independently.
He is supremely confident,
as he has every right to be.

Although he’s old his sense of pride
ensures he’s always clean and neat.
He will not let his standards slide.
Regarding that as a defeat.

He is well shaved, his trouser pressed.
He’s older than he seems to be,
he’s conscious of the way he’s dressed
both formally and casually

Although he’s old women still see
A fine upstanding specimen
A man who is still proud to be
as smartly dressed as younger men.

His back is straight he walks erect
carries the burden of his years.
Much easier than you might expect.
Old age for him holds no more fears.

He just accepts he cannot do
as quickly or efficiently
all of the things he might want to.
He hasn’t got the energy.

But what he can do is to show
the world he’s still a man
That old age will not bring him low
and by example prove you can.

Defy the ravages of age
it all depends on attitude.
Refusing to be average
there is no reason why you should.

Surrender and accept defeat
but keep on living till you die.
At any age life can be sweet
if only you’re prepared to try.

21-Feb-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Unwelcome Guest

Arthritis my old enemy
insidious and stealthy foe
attacks my joints determinedly.
An enemy I’ve come to know
as I grow old: Intimately.

I have no choice I must accept.
That when the weathers damp and cold
the aches and pains which I expect
return and take firmer hold
on any joint which they select.

This is the price I have to pay
for living to a ripe old age
There’s no effective remedy,
although pain killers may assuage
the pain temporarily.

When winter comes I stay indoors
resume my thermal underwear.
Don’t venture out without good cause
and if I must I take good care.
Make sure I’m warmly dressed of course.

Arthritis my old enemy
ensures that I obey the rules.
The limits which it sets for me.
Disobedience is for fools
prepared to suffer needlessly.

I won’t give in I can defy
if not defeat my enemy
It only means I have to try
to retain my mobility.
When normal rules do not apply.

18-Jan-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Observations.

Observations

I think that I may never see.
A hippo in a kimono.
I rather think that it would be
a rarity in Tokyo.

Nor do I expect to see
gorillas wearing pink tutus.
Because it seems apparently.
They’re not what a great ape would choose

But I have seen humans dressed
just as inappropriately.
In their attempts to look their best.
But sadly they fail miserably.

I think perhaps you will agree.
That some have flair and some do not
There are some things I’d like to see
but many more I’d rather not.

Aging mutton dressed as lamb.
Is something I see frequently.
Some women do not give a damn
What others think it’s plain to see.

You can’t hold back much less erase.
The signs that living leaves behind
The lines and wrinkles on your face.
I do not mean to be unkind.

Why is it that you can’t accept
The fact that you are growing old.
And creams and lotions won’t protect
Despite the lies that you are told.

By advertisements that promise to
make you look younger than you are.
You know quite well they are not true.
Cosmetics only go so far.

Accept your lines and wrinkles show
You have attained maturity
and you are wise enough to know.
How to dress appropriately.

04/09/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Strategian

He was a military man
who waxed the ends of his moustache
A man must look the best he can.
He thought it added real panache.

He always kept his hair quite short,
his lantern jaw shaved to the bone.
But his moustache or so he thought
was at its best when left alone.

It was his greatest pride and joy
It added something to his face.
He thought the ladies might enjoy.
With every whisker kept in place.

With moustache wax freshly applied
and just a hint of fine cologne.
He was completely satisfied
with what he tried and what he’d done.

The ladies did not seem to care.
About his well dressed upper lip
It seemed they would prefer it bare
for all his clever showman ship

Clean shaven men were all the rage.
The fair sex had the final say
So he shaved off his appendage.
The ladies always get their way.

A soldier knows when to retreat
and make a change to his campaign.
More preferable than face defeat.
it will always grow again.

When fashions change as fashions do.
He is a military man
But he can change his point of view
as quickly as the ladies can.

.07/05/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Design

Fencing your house will be bitterly disputed,
As fine the authority is of the disputed.
Fellowship holds bargain and baggage,
Best off is the one who relates and has to be sage.

Reflect on the very nature I detest, the one
That describes a solitary being in progress.
I defeat only a life that tries to defy the standards
I kept and I wept to believe in.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Gold Coast Sugar Daddies

On the Gold Coast are many 'sugar daddies'
From fifty upwards beyond the three score
You see them hand in hand with younger women
From nineteen, twenty up to twenty four.

You see them wearing wigs to hide their baldness
And they use hair dyes to cover their gray
But they can't seem to hide their big pot bellies
And that of course a natural give away.

You see them with the finest of young women
Quite beautiful and dressed to catch the eye
They snuggle up to their old sugar daddies
Not much of course that money cannot buy.

They seem so proud to be seen with young beauties
How vain and stupid some old men can be
These women only want them for their money
But for some strange reason this they cannot see.

These women do not love their sugar daddies
They only use them for financial gain
And how these old men can't tell true love from falseness
Is something way beyond me to explain.

It doesn't mean if you are older you are wiser
For wisdom to an old man can't be taught
They think young women love them not their money
But they forget that women can be bought.

Some women put money ahead of feelings
And to the weakness of wealthy older men they play
They lead the fool on further for his money
But women on a whole are not that way.

You always see them with the finest women
Young and beautiful and dressed to catch the eye
These ageing 'sugar daddies' of the Gold Coast
There is not much that money cannot buy.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Busy Booked Hooker

Dressed nice and neatly.
She looked so hot.
With a weave that fizzled.

Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
With composure there.

Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
She avoided disaster.

Dressed nice and neat,
She played it sweet,
And undeterred.
She had wisdom and the drive...
To keep my interest flowing.
While 'peaking' as I'm growing,
To maximize the widening of her thighs.

Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
With composure there.

Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
She avoided disaster.

Dressed nice and neat,
She played it sweet,
And undeterred.
She had wisdom and the drive...
To keep my interest flowing.
While 'peaking' as I'm growing,
To maximize the widening of her thighs.

Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
She was not that sweet.

Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
She was a noonday hooker.

Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
Just an overbooked hooker.
On a call,
To meet.

She's just an overbooked hooker.
On a call,
To meet.

A busy booked hooker
On a call,
To meet.

She's just an overbooked hooker.
On a call,
To meet.

A busy booked hooker
On a call,
To meet.

A crooked booked hooker,
On a call,
To meet.

A crooked busy hooker,
On a call,
To meet.

A busy booked hooker,
On a call,
To meet.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uniform

See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn
See grey stripes bowling down the street
Silver streaks and t-shirts so precisely torn
Strange foreign chaps in white bed-sheets ---
Uniforms
See golden halod men of high renown
Prance to the politicians beat
Well tailored in unswerving elegance
With shoes by gucci on their feet ---
Uniforms
How do you know who the hell you are?
Wake up each day under a different star
Dressed to the nines, meet yourself going home
Like a clone, smartly dressed in your pressed uniform
White battle dress on green pitch, proud eleven
Beneath the swelling box so neat
The teeming millions of the future fly ---
The spinning cricket ball to cheat
Theyre all uniform

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Writing is a kind of performing art, and I can't sit down to write unless I'm dressed. I don't mean dressed in a suit, but dressed well and comfortably and I have to be shaved and bathed.

quote by Peter O'Toole
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Quality Tells for M lady Ernestine

Though poorly dressed she’s clean and neat.
She has a smile for everyone
She doesn’t live on easy street
but looks as though she might have done.
At some time in her hidden past
.She still retains her dignity
and holds to values which will last
Faces the world confidently
She has known wealth and poverty
and sees them both for what they are.
Impermanent, temporary
Which she will not allow to mar.
Her inborn sense of her own worth
A lady still but down to earth.

14-Oct-07

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Pride Comes Before A Fall

The great one does not last a champion in his prime
He lost to a younger man with some help from father time
The years had left him slow time takes care of us all
He defended his pride but pride comes before a fall.

And even what a difference five or six years can make
To keep on keeping on for him a big mistake
He should have called it quits a couple of years ago
For the money he kept going though the years had left him slow.

Once feted and admired but that was in the past
And he too had his day and nothing ever last
He went down rather tame to one that he once would beat
And for one proud as he there is no pride in defeat.

The beaten one this time he has called it a day
Though perhaps six years ago he should have given his game away
But his pride kept him going wisdom never was his friend
And his glory day for him one might say at an end.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Primary

The innocence of sleeping children
Dressed in white
And slowly dreaming
Stops all time
Slow my steps and start to blur
So many years have filled my heart
I never thought i'd say those words
The further we go
And older we grow
The more we know ...
The less we show ...
The very first time i saw your face
I thought of a song
And quickly changed the tune
The very first time i touched your skin
I thought of a story
And rushed to reach the end
Too soon
Oh remember
Please
Don't change
So the fall came
Thirteen years
A shiny ring
And how i could forget your name
The air no longer in my throat
Another perfect lie is choked
But it always feels the same
So they close together
Dressed in red and yellow
Innocent forever
Sleeping children in their blue soft rooms
Still dream
The further we go
And older we grow
The more we know ...

song performed by by Cure
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Fashion Victim

He's a victim of his own time
In his "vintage suit" and tie
He's a casualty dressed to the teeth
In the latest genocide
The new seasons come and go
At the dog and pony show
Gonna sit and beg and fetch the names
And follow your dress codes
What's in a name?
Hey

She's a scented magazine
Looking sharp and living clean
Living well and dressed to kill
But she looks like hell to me

When you're dancing through your wardrobe
Do the anorex a go-go
Cloaked with style
For pedophiles as the credit card explodes

You auctioned off your life
For the "most" expensive price
Going once

song performed by by Green Day from Warning
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