William Sinclair Manson's poetry

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.

BRIGHTON BEACH. Do you remember the time gone by When days were long and time wouldn’t fly Carefree days with no pretense 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 remember-able day. Laughing at the innocent things Were bees are buzzing and bird sings Summer days so full of fun Playing football in 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 Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please...

        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.   stabbing 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. ...

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...

I cannot live like this for long not being able to have my own child I often dream of what might be If I had not been this wild. The opportunity came for me I couldn't resist this chance perhaps this would be the end of me a phase, a passing glance. Erika was the only life I had known I couldn't forgive what I had done her parents desperately frantic I had to cut and run. Five years passed Erika now 12 never knew who she really was I was the only mum she knew the woman she proudly applaused. I would have to die with this secret it tainted me day and night the pain I amassed from this nightmare knowing it was always in sight. The Police were all over my home  her father, bewildered in shock what was happening to my family? the open door was now to lock I did not care for her moms feelings I was only interested in me I knew my life would be happy it's all I imagined it to be. But now I am alone with my thoughts in a room filled with bars I never i...

The waves dashed fiercely bodies tossed heads up all alone a singular vessel like a wild straying pup. Thirteen souls afloat in a wooden sanctuary not knowing were it was going no one knew what day. No food or supplies had been saved just people still in a trance from the old to the young thrown together in circumstance. The ship had sunk days ago the lifeboats went down bar one only one remained intact floating in the blazing sun. One man had taken charge as excitement dulled common sense the female passengers crying no one coming to their defence. He tried to gather order as screams of terror flew this was in desperation from a terrified motley crew. Injured people holding wounds crying with pain others tried to comfort them battered by the rain. For many days they travelled praying they would sight land patience and good fortune witnessed by the slight of hand. Out of all the ships passengers only thirteen would survive starving and half dead lu...

Peace on earth and mercy mild Why can’t I not have my child? Pressurised, made to feel un-pure Morning after tablets may not always cure. Leaving it too late to get advice After eating well the human spice Children so young immature in life To be a partner let alone a wife. Visits to clinics, adults all around Losing your identity can it ever be found? Ruining your life, so pure and true Life full of trauma, feelings of blue. A thirteen year old aged in a day She has no rights or even can say I want my baby, to live its life I was born myself in violent strife. Be protected and wise if things get hot Whether right or wrong or often not Babies are born too frequent these days Children themselves end up ruined this way. Educate yourself in matters of sex Read all the books study the text Speak to your parents be honest too Your life will be better no more fool you.

We are used to seeing you day by day the sound of your voice and what you say. We sensed things were different lately there's no smile your words full of poison nasty and vile. Still you stay while living apart anger in your sleep fast beating heart. Despite this we love you the best dad around your life complicated unbalanced unsound. We sit at the table not a sound can be heard we look at the walls feeling absurd. Why do you both live in pain and strife? once a happy couple Husband and Wife. Our school life suffers too tired to study drained, uninterested dirty and muddy. Now when we wake you are not here The house is silent frighteningly clear. No calls or letters? to make our day why blame us? is what we say. Are you happy Dad? we need you to call we want to see you desperately is all. Now you are called our weekend Dad life is unfair mum has a new lad! We go to the movies play games in ...

A mum to three young kids no support, working alone there wasn't enough days and hours no time for a good old moan. A young girl herself when she had her first child a shy quiet girl not known for being wild. Innocence lost at thirteen not contented with just a kiss passion overtook her responsibility took a miss. She was lucky having her mum either in person or on the phone inexperienced she would call her but the seeds were already sewn. Deserted by the Father as soon as he found out he disappeared out of sight she had to go "without" Jessica loved her kids and tried her level best a single mum on benefits every turn a means test. No partner in her life she struggled every day but that was her life from now on and it was here to stay. She reflected on her life dreaming of what could have been but she wouldn't change her lifestyle or the fathers the kids never seen. She looked at her kids in pride as they grew up happy and content It was hard hard wor...