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WELCOME

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Hi friends, Thanks for visiting my poetry page, you are more than welcome. I love writing, it is a form of escape, it can take you anywhere you want to go, it is your own imagination running wild, I write poems daily, they may not be always deep, some may be too deep, but its the way I feel at the time. Please come back from time to time and read some more. I also have a public poetry blog, were you are more than welcome to submit a poem of your own, for the World to read. Have a nice day. William Sinclair Manson. MY INTERVIEW WITH ROBERT HEWITT Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

THE ONLY WAY THEY KNOW.

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Born to a World of hate guns and knives the way nothing to look forward to except horror every day. Ethnic groups everywhere fighting for their right looking after their families every day and night Days and nights we live in fear wondering when it will come this isn't a dream or fairytale fighting for the last crumb. Children nearly as young as five carrying weapons to kill no teachers to teach them civility keenly craving for blood to spill. Parents in jail or not around no one to discipline the young left in a world of commotion it appears whistling the tune as its sung. What is the answer? no one seems to know or care just statistics to quote in the news as hatred grows in every child. fighting of physical abuse. Safe in our own little domain forgetting reality in the streets carnage and disdain every day. you don't get a tab or receipt. todays youth, neglected each day brushed under the carpet "oh well" never h

CHILDREN OF WAR.

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Born in a World of hate guns and knives the way nothing to look forward to except horror every day. Ethnic groups everywhere fighting for their right looking after their families every day and night Days and nights in fear wondering when it will come not living in a fairy tale far from a beating drum. Children as young as five carrying weapons to kill education not an option edging for blood to spill. Parents in jail or dead no one to discipline the young left in a world of commotion whistling the tune as its sung. What is the answer? no one seems to know just statistics to quote as the hatred feeds to grow. We are all to blame safe in our own little World forgetting whats really going on while carnage and fighting unfurled. Look around what do you see? the youth ,going nowhere brushed under the carpet in a place were life isn't fair. CHILDREN OF WAR Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkou

OPPOSITES

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You love, you hate your up, your down your in, your out you smile, you frown. You laugh, you cry you see, your blind you eat, you starve you lose, you find. You scream, your mute you come, or go your happy, your sad you die or grow. You like, you loathe your free, your in chains you think, you imagine you use your brains. you promote, you ignore you get up, you fall down you keep a poker face you float, or you drown. you smile, you frown you give, you take your either a real person or merely a fake. you rise, you fall you war, or like peace you enter, you leave you start, or you cease. you swim, or you sink you walk, you run you are either serious or prefer to have fun. YOU ARE OR YOUR NOT. Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

A WALK IN THE PARK

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Trees of beauty growing wild a family tanning with a little child weather fabulous lovely and mild bushes trimmed and beautifully styled. Dogs of all sizes chasing balls the fun fair is out, with candy floss stalls Green keeper busy, doing his rounds fish ponds cloudy, bubbling sounds. A blissful place on a beautiful day the smell of cut grass, the aroma will stay picnics everywhere, buzzing bees waving them off towards the trees blankets full of tasty delights dad and son playing toy fights. couples hugging, kids in pools Authorities present using their tools. beautiful land full of green it has to be appreciated, has to be seen. BEAUTIFUL SIGHTS Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

MISS NOBODY.

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She walks the streets of London Her hair matted and dry a face yellow and jaundiced she's  forgotten how to cry. No one dares to approach her She scowls and roars like a bear This is her defence for survival as her tongue lashes out to swear. Begging at street corners trying to survive the day no one ever communicates there's  nothing they want to say. She walks all day, sleeps at night One eye open most of the time does this girl deserve this life? never reaching her prime. An existence going sadly unnoticed Everyone would pass her in disgust How could anyone live this way? in the depths of despair she is thrust.. Labelled without even knowing her Assumptions made by the way she appears Maybe the reason she lives this way is recognizable with floods of tears.? No one bothers, no one cares as she ploughs on with her life no kind word, no self respect just pain that cuts like a knife. An occasional persons stops to talk as she mu

LIVING ON THE BREADLINE.

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These days we often worry  whether we can eat or starve bills and debts piling up  no holiday to the Algarve.. Food banks loom, it's a God send when nothing is left to eat While the rich get fatter of this land the poor are battered and beat. Nowadays bills come first as we try to rob Peter to pay Paul children are going hungry from when they are very small. Governments screw the poor taxes have to be paid the rich get richer, the poor hemmed down under the breadline they have made. Hard working families deteriorate luxuries non existent or rare children do not understand why the table is often bare. As the Years come and slowly go we wonder will things get better? prices rise, money is tight the World of the fated debt letter. Jobs are scarce in impoverished Towns benefits are into reform but the hardest hit are the working class who suffer its the norm. What is left for our Children's future? when little or no work is around even fo
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