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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.


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THE ONLY WAY THEY KNOW.

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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 fairytale
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.

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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.

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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.

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A WALK IN THE PARK

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Trees of beauty growing wild
a family 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, bumbling 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.

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MISS NOBODY.

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She walks the streets of London
Her hair matted,like straw and dry
a face yellow and jaundiced
It would make a fellow human cry.
No one dares to approach her
She scowls and roars like a bear
This is her defence for survival
gullible, no defence, unfair.
Begging at every street corner
trying to survive by day
no one ever communicates
theres nothing they want to say.
She walks all day, sleeps at night
One eye open all the time
did this girl deserve this life?
now involved with crimes?
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
Could be something in her past she fears?
No one bothered, no one cared
as she ploughed on with her life
no kind word, no respect
just pain that cuts with a knife.
An occasional persons stops to talk
as she mutters under her breath
too scared, too tired to acknowledge the kindness
all she…

LIVING ON THE BREADLINE.

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These days we often worry 
whether we can eat or not
bills piling up high
little money in the pot.
nowadays bills come first
as we try to rob Peter to pay Paul
children are going hungry
even the mighty can sometimes fall.
Governments screw the poor
taxes have to be paid
the rich always get richer
as the breadline is often made.
Hard working families deteriorate
luxuries are very rare
children do not understand
why the table is bare.
As the Years come and go
we wonder will things get better?
prices rise, money is tight
it's a World for the young trend setter.
Jobs are hard to come by
benefits are into reform
but it's always the working class
who suffer its the norm.
What is left for our Children?
when little or no work is around
even for the highly educated
in menial jobs are bound.
We have to live in hope
be positive every day
you get your say at voting time
but does the public get their way?.

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