Best Ian Poems

What a beautiful, romantic day
Most wonderful day of my life
I soak up the sun, every ray
We're going to be husband and wife
The wedding cake's beautiful but where's the knife?
And where's my dad? He should be here
To give me away, oh my, oh dear!

Oh my God!...

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I have a feeling I cant shake...
I know not of it what to make.
I'm certain someone else is here
and this idea keeps me awake.

I first make sure the shelves are clear,
then, into every corner peer.
If someone HAS been watching me,
then I shall catch the buccaneer!

How...

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Ian, my grandson is quite a lively joy,
Though I admit, he's often a wilful boy,
Study for him is a bore
Homework ever his worst chore.
Football is the game always his eager ploy.

Watch him how fast he runs up and down the ground,
Shooting straight and strong and...

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At the age of 17 Ian broke his back, 
In a motorbike accident, had rehab, 
He then worked for a w/c company, 
Who showed him w/c basketball fab. 

For 3 years he played in the club, 
Of the Sheffield Steelers, and then, 
He transferred to...

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(Disability Payments)

Stinkin' 
Duncan





20th March 2016
(weekend after the 2016 budget)...

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BOOTY CALL


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SPASIBA
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa mwenyezi,
bila kipimo nakuenzi.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa mama ulileta duniani,
na kunilea.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa marafiki wa kikweli,
sio wahuni.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa wahusika wote wenye nia njema,
sio wenye sumu kwenye sindano.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa maadui washirikina na wenye fitina,
wasio na utu ila tu unafiki.	
Garagazano hili,
hamwezi.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
LiterarySpaceAfrica  Ian Munywe©...

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KENYA
Ndege ya unyanyapaa inapaa,
kila siku ni balaa.
Alaa,
alaa!
Hamna kazi,
 swali hili ni wazi.
Haya sio maneno tu,
bali ni kilio cha waja.
Wengi wanaodhulumiwa,
kilio ni cha haki!
Tumechoka na uhuni,
unaokiuka kanuni.
Vyakula,
bei ghali!
Maisha yetu yamo mnadani,
dalali mate yanamdondoka!
Sisi sote ni binadamu,
ni wakati.
Tuungane,
tuimarishe nchi yetu.
Kenya,
ni yetu sote.
IAN MUNYWE©...

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PASSION-IAN MUNYWE
In Alexander the great,
welled ample passion.
To conquer,
 the world.
Napoleon Bonaparte too,
son of Corsica.
A great soldier,
with a vision.
Passion to mention rightfully is key,
to all of life`s greatness gates.
Gates of prosperity,
Built from humble beginnings.
The stimulus,
passion.
Passion indeed holds all the weight,
upon which life rests.
It sustains the bridges,
vital...

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MOTHER - IAN MUNYWE
A queen upon my vision,
held in the highest regard.
A mentor with a big heart,
Keen always to help out.
taught me right from wrong,
moulded us to her best.
Benedictions I voice,
pleading with none other than God.
Intense trotting hardly ever sauntering,
Acute hassle and acute struggle.
Determination her...

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FUNERAL
Stop imbibing,
so much.
It is my funeral,
isn`t it?
These damsels,
will be your end.
It is my funeral,
isn`t it?
That crowd,
will be your detriment.
It is my funeral,
isn`t it?
Brawls and altercations,
cannot get you far.
It is my funeral,
isn`t it?
This is not,
the way.
It is my funeral,
isn`t it?
If that is what,
you want.
Then certainly it...

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TUFF GONG-IAN MUNYWE
FEB 06 1945-MAY 11 1981
PART 2
So we bring ‘Kaya’ now,
is this love?
Get up stand up,
could you be loved.
Liberation in Zimbabwe,
we are yet to see this.
This bad card,
can easily yield war.
Because these ‘crazy baldheads’,
are still running amok.
So we best plot our exodus,
assured by the...

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TUFF GONG-IAN MUNYWE
FEB 06 1945-MAY 11 1981
PART 1
Jammin jammin jammin,
jam on rightful king.
In the lounges of Zion,
with your childhood ally.
Peter Tosh together rocking steady.
Rock on as it were in Trench town.
Robert Nesta Marley,
the stone that the builder refused.
Reggae`s undisputed cornerstone,
you adviced judge not.
That we check...

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ian had developed quite 
the fetish for my prose we both 
were quite taken why it was santa's eve 
while we settled into the obvious café 
outside a village near Frankfurt 
sipping latte's and devouring raspberry tarts 
blueberry skoan's deep in the forest
my mind wandered...

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Floridians love a palm tree
With fronds as pretty as can be
Along came Ian
Blowin' and peein'
And now there's nothing else to see...

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