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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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MAKE IT EASY ON YOURSELF.

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Embers glowing on the log fire still have to work when you want to retire the squeaking noise on the church spire your needs are great by mine are dire. The leaves are fallin off the beautiful tree the flowers are devoid of the bumble bee the winds are howling in a whistling spree your coming home soon to be with me. The meal is ready so just sit down and take away that solemn frown you may sink in the water but you will never drown Long live the King and his well fitted crown. The day is long but the night is forever you may think your dumb but I know your clever when your ready to go or it might be whenever Your head is intact but some want it to sever. The grass is green but is it on the other side? you want to say sorry but you think of your pride your on the cliff edge its about to subside I love you my dear will you be my bride? I want you to be happy there's no other way awake from your slumber face a bright new day your opinion is precious no one ca...
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MAKE IT EASY ON YOURSELF

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Embers glowing on the old log fire still have to work when you want to retire the squeaking noise high on the church spire your needs are great but mine are dire. The leaves are fallin off the glorious tree the flowers are missing the bumble bee the winds are howling in a whistling spree your coming home soon to be with me. The meal is ready so just sit down and take away that solemn frown you may sink in the water but you will never drown Long live the King and his well fitted crown. The day is long but the night is forever you may think your dumb but I know your clever when your ready to go or it might be whenever Your head is intact but some want it to sever. The grass is green but is it on the other side? you want to say sorry but you think of your pride your on the cliff edge its about to subside I love you my dear will you be my bride? I want you to be happy there's no other way awake from your slumber, face a bright new day your opinion is precious no one ...
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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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