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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.
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STREET LIFE.

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Night falls again, where do I sleep? Spaces are filling , places knee deep people lying , some as young as ten, They are here now, they were here then. Streetwise kids with blackened faces mixed up adults, of various races. lie in bundles, spewed in rows, covered in cardboard, except for their toes . hungry,poor clutching to bottles. cars flying past , full on their throttles. no one wants to know who they are , even though many die outside bars . taken by disease, starvation ,neglect. no one to talk to , no show of respect. the next time you pass a human on the street, say your hello's, don't talk with your feet . they are not monsters, they are down on their luck . underneath is a heart, through a body of muck.
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DANGEROUS ACTS.

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  The atmosphere intense you need eyes at the back of your head, take your eyes off the ball and you are sure to be dead. Women's covered faces expressionless and cold tears running from their eyes females young and old. Terror covers the streets young men on rusted bikes not knowing who to trust dodging all the spikes.. Bombs going off in far away streets screams can be heard for miles camouflaged by smoky fields bodies lying in piles. Our unit sheltering from terrorists everyone is always on edge a man grasps on a towered building then falls quickly from the ledge. Fires set everywhere, smoke is thick a place that never sees the light touring for many Years daily you have to fight. Hospitals are full of wounded people medicine is desperately low doctors covered in blood and sinew nurses running to and fro. Bodies piled up ready to burn its a nightmare will anyone waken? children wounded as young as five scared, tired, forsaken.. The fig...
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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.
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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 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...
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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 Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkou...
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