Ian Poems - Poems about Ian

Ian Scott Anderson as a flautist loved to have fun in prog. rock he wasn’t dull and gave us Jethro Tull ...

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Professor Ian plimer has a Little green book... Why not.? Get a copy? And take a look.'...

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Southwest Florida strong It’s been this way all along Coming together to help our neighbor Always on our best behavior In this time of need This is what the world will see An army of angels doing their thing It’s amazing what emerged from the rain It’s how I picture heaven… without the damage If this were our...

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Hurricane Ian left no survivors and only a few boats in the water. Old witch was bailing a pumpkin, heading toward her granddaughter. But can we get there in time? The black cat asked in a weird way. She smacked him on the head hard, for she was creepily mad that day. If we do not, she said, you...

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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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the combination of bought a realistic view to what was going on. one slip of the tougne one slip of the tonungue would bring two opposing side together one said in union it would recreate how the structure of collabaration would be defined as. Lowbouis stand in el quesabras while well to do fellas sleep in mansions on hills watch out for the rain El...

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Who knew that a hurricane named 'Ian' could be something to fear. Most Ian's are harmless, perhaps a little dull. The water is surging in Florida Jacuzzi's. It's gonna be bad. It's important to name bad things with bad sounding names. Cat 4 monsters should be labeled correctly. I hope the folks down there are okay, but I want to re-name Ian something like :-...

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gray clouds drift slowly gathering in southern sky Ian is coming windows are boarded emergency sirens loud winds coming faster southern sky now dark Mother Nature is angry Gulf waters churning traffic flows northward palm trees are bending over Ian is screaming Written September 26, 2022...

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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 with fine goals astound. Never tires running with speed, But about learning...

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The world a stage, Shakespeare noted. And we the imposter, in our final call. A few catch our last show. Unwitting, they s on cue, our fatal prelude, our convulsive caricature, our final self-deprecation. A clown milking our last mockery, our closing burlesque pratfall, our irrevocable tremor, our departure in floodlights. The guffaws intend no harm. No one knows our real name. We are just the...

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Flesh and blood-Ian Munywe© Though I do not say, I can see. Though I am mum, I take notice. Though I am still, I tremble. Though I do not sing, I can hear. Though I stay, I could be leaving. Sooner, than later. Though I transgress, I am seeking redemption. Though I seek truth, I lie. Though I stand firm, I anticipate a fall. Though I foresee new beginnings, I fear for abrupt endings. Though I...

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I will always love you In a way I will never love another The way I love you Intoxicatingly toxic I look at the moon and I see your face in the starlight  I see you laughing I see us Together But that is a life that will never be A star that faded from the sky Both you and I We loved so deep it tore us apart  from...

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MEANS TO AN END Was I just, a means to an end? I am aghast, at that stipend. That I found in hat, for me to mend. The hurt in heart this fact, to straighten every bend. Nothing could tear us apart, do you recall each weekend? I must have been a bat, not to notice your trend. Crouching scheming as a rat, who can never be a...

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I I watched you walk away and still followed you, well aware of the impeding pain. LiterarySpaceAfrica Ian Munywe©...

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GOLD Take that gold, and hand me stacks of pens and papers. From there I will discover, my own mine, mine. LiterarySpaceAfrica Ian Munywe©...

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