Ian Poems - Poems about Ian

Ian Scott Anderson

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

Prof Ian Plimer

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

Sw Fl Proud Hurricane Ian Recovery

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

Hurricane Ian On Halloween Day

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

Sweep Stake

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

Called Her and Told Her Ian Was Coming

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

Ian

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 :-

Hurricane Ian

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

Ian, My Youngest Grandson On His Fourteenth Birthday

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

The Death of Ian Incognito

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

Flesh and Blood- Ian Munywe

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

Ian

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

Means To An End- Ian Munywe

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

I- Ian Munywe

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

Gold-Ian Munywe

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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