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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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REMEMBER THE DAYS.....

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Do you remember the time gone by When days were long and time wouldn’t fly Carefree days with no pretence Feeling young with confidence. The sun blinding your very soul Lit fires and blackened coal. Never having a horrid day Loving life and the will to stay Focused on your early life Before the turmoil and having a wife. Friends come and always stay Making your rememberable day. Laughing at the innocent things Were bees are buzzing and bird sings Summer days so full of fun Playing football under the hot sun No enemy to make you scared Cakes and scones carefully prepared Food a plenty and stomachs full Enjoying the times you have at school. The best friend you have has four legs Follows you everywhere , sits and begs Those were the days I will never forget
when times were happy and no one frets.
REMEMBER THE DAYS
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OLD AGE

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Why do we grow old and vain? complain about the economy mumble about the rain? suffer from sore joints hardly get around trying not to stumble struggling with some sounds. Running after children bailing out our kids vacuuming the carpets pots without their lids! Having to mind the steps just in case you fall memories so vivid getting harder to recall. Standing in line for money we are due worried what's on the tele sometimes feeling blue! Sleeping every moment you sit down on a chair wondering why your old and do people really care! Chatting to the neighbours having tea all day hoping as you age you still have things to say! Old age has its good points I can name a few sophistication and elegance the ability to chew. Honour and respect are ultimately yours playing with your grandchildren travelling on tours. Educating young folks giving them a chance playing them old records
and how we used to dance.



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WHAT IS THE POINT?

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Whats going on in this sad world
when people are being attacked
frightened to leave the house at night
even knowing you can be tracked.
How can a Human being
stab another defenceless man
or even worse another child
is it because they can?
To stab another Human
takes a lot of nerve and guts
causing death or injury
there are no ifs and buts.
What are the gains of killing?
be it drug or alcohol fuelled.
When often it can be talked over
instead of being ridiculed.
A life is very precious
especially to family and friends
the devastation it causes
is down to who it depends.
An argument can get heated
and a fight can often start
but at the end of all the screaming
common sense can take a part.



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WHAT DO YOU SEE?

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What do you see
when you look at me
A man who is happy
living life, and carefree.
I am not homeless
poor or unhealthy
Life is good
and in realty wealthy.
I am not in a war
starving and forlorn
looking for shelter
wishing I wasn't born.
Living in democracy
not fearing each day
In a Country thats safe
in its own special way.
No fear for my children
and will they survive
no brothers been killed
they are all alive.
Scared to waken up
to a brand new day
explosions the norm
in the brutal foray.
No Screaming children
when you open your door
no man or woman
dead on the floor.
Food is a plenty
in our cozy domain
we take it for granted
just like the rain.
Thank your lucky stars
you face no pain
Thousands are suffering
in the main.


THANKFUL FOR LIFE.

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MANS BEST FRIEND.

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When your down
they give you their love
Heaven sent
from the Angels above.
When your tired
they bring you to life
make you smile
from the daily strife.
Love to walk
and take in the air
sniffing bushes
everywhere.
Chase bikes
because they have wheels
sniff dogs bums
and love to eat meals.
Be your hot water bottle
when winter is near
when strangers call
they show no fear.
All they want 
at the end of the day
is unending love
in every way.

MANS BEST FRIEND.

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THE HUMBLE BUMBLE BEE

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Buzzing away on summer days working to create something pure meticulously jumping from flower to flower it knows its way around for sure. Up at dawn and ready to go

DEMONS IN MY MIND.

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Living in fear  whats new today  at war with emotions for me it will stay. Dark hours always never any light
battle the demons
extinguish the light.
Who are these people
free in my head wishing me terror
wanting me dead?
Medication stems it
but only for a while
the language atrocious
deadly bile.
Do it he says
a hundred times a day
never giving me peace
here he will stay.
whats with this torment
give me a break
this is for real
no it isn't fake.
Never the sunshine
like a moth to light
they want to overcome me
beckoning a fight.
The only peace you will get
is when life finally ends
then the torment will be over
and all will make amends.


MENTAL HEALTH
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WAR OF THE WORLD

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Why does humanity strive to kill
itself in an open war
chemicals, bombs and missiles strike
who knows what we are fighting for?
Women ,children scrap for food
in  desolate barren land
waste ground for miles, craters everywhere
its getting out of hand.
Are we so stupid we all want war?
why do we have to fight?
weapons of mass destruction loom
no peace or harmony in sight.
Is our planet doomed to mass destruction
as the fighting never ends
everyday is nearer the time
that everyone openly defends.
Tyrants kill and never see reason
for their own greedy satisfaction
while the people die, or live in fear
society must take action.
Democracy has to live and feed
on the people it represents
or chaos will loom for every man
and wars with horror it vents.
Will we ever see that fateful day
when the World will be as one
to wake each day in harmony
to the same bright sun.


war, strife, hatred, kill, humanity
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ALZHEIMER'S

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I visit you regularly
your still my mam
your memory is faltering
you think I am Pam.
Your hair has turned grey
you look somewhat older
the staff are so clinical
business like, colder.
You remember the times
when you were a child
but the present escapes you
and it drives you wild.
The outside is strange
you cry when your out
your constantly on medication
and warm sweet stout.
Bed time is a nightmare
your mind wanders on
you can't remember your kids
you frowned upon.
Your Grand-kids miss you
especially your smile
always asking for you
once in a while.
You are still loved and cherished
by family and friends
and will be forever
till the pain ends.


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A PICTURE OF YOU.

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I found a picture of you
from my younger life
your eyes lit the room
it cut like a knife.
The past is the past
but its hard to forget
memories flooding
even for you I bet..
You went away
no looking back
left me a letter
while you chose to pack.
The days were long
nights without sleep
knowing your love
cut me so deep.
The way you left
hurt me so bad
tattered and torn
utterly sad.
But that was the day
a long time ago
we both have moved on
lightened the blow.
But I still hold you fondly
in my memories of the past
and our friendship will blossom
grow and last.


LOVE FOREVER
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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 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
craving 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 will grow.
We are all to blame
safe in our own domain
forgetting reality
carnage and disdain.
Look around what do you see?
todays youth, neglected each day
brushed under the carpet
never having a say.


CHILDREN FIGHTING GANGS
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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.

CHILDREN OF WAR
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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.

YOU ARE OR YOUR NOT.
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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.

BEAUTIFUL SIGHTS
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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 and debts are piling up 
very little in the pot.
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 exsitent or rare
children do not understand
why the table is sometimes 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?.


living in poverty
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THE PAIN WE BEAR.

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Silence in the room
is what you require
your head is spinning
you start to perspire.
Alone in the dark
the pain is immense
nothing is helping
spare no expense.
Feeling sick
you cannot relax
round and round it circles
migraine at its max.
Certain foods you eat
can make it worse
this horror in your body
a satanic curse.
You cannot see anyone
you need to be alone
the slightest noise
even the phone.
Eventually the pain
starts to depreciate
you can face the light
from the window grate.
You can cope with pain
but migraines are severe
you cannot do anything
battling with fear.


in pain
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