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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 BUS JOURNEY

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Boarding the bus you see lots of faces tired, and ashen Grey parents and kids in tow going to school starting a brand new day. Tossed about in a bumpy ride tired before starting the day some faces angry, fearful, desperate amidst a drunken foray. No one getting off, the bus gets full people are standing in the aisles looking around on this tired old bus searching for anonymous smiles. On it goes as well as it can speed is never an issue chugging along the bumpy roads As a boy sneezes into a tissue. Humans plugged into various sounds no one wants to speak between stops Alone in a  World of their own umbrellas and all kind of props. The journey progresses slowly people get off en mass no matter how much stature you have everyone is equal in class. Pensioners board the bus is full you give up your seat that's the rule! On it goes we are getting there  the end is almost near you can rely on public transport it seems well yes, except not here. BUS JOURNEY

I FORGIVE YOU,

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When you forget to call my name I forgive you when you don't put out the trash I forgive you. When you argue night is day I forgive you when you fail to pick me up I forgive you. When you  stay out late at night I forgive you waken me up on a Sunday for work I forgive you. When you throw out my best shirt I forgive you forget to walk the dog I forgive you. When you support a team I don't I forgive you bring your friends home after work I forgive you. When you burn my dinner each night I forgive you bash my car when out driving I forgive you. When you make me go out shopping I forgive you turn the tv over for no reason I forgive you. When you sing in the shower I forgive you eat my chips from the plate I forgive you. When you forget to kiss me I forgive you Don't cuddle me in bed I forgive you. You are the light of my life I will always forgive you. forgiveness.

A MOTHERS FEAR

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An old woman cried all through the night, For she lost four sons in a bloody fight, Their voices still heard, in a distant past, Born so quickly, and died so fast. Fought for freedom, a right to survive, Worked so hard, to stay alive, Born in tyranny, starving and meek, Women and children, hungry and weak. Clansmen hunting around for food, The rest of his kin, gathering wood, Mud huts leaking, raining hard, Fires dying, wood is charred. Freedom distant, lives are lost, Counting the sacrifices, mourning the loss, One day they will sing, depression will lift, Hoping that God will shower his gift. Death shall be rewarded in a life of new, The old woman sad, lonely and blue Remembering her sons, who fought and tried, To make life better, and live with pride. Many more deaths, when will it end? For rights and freedom, in which we depend, will it come one day? it’s so far a dream, Where reality rules, in a slow running stream. The spirit is willing, the flesh is weak, But death
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