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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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DIE BY THE KNIFE.

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He stands with a hole in his side the blood spurts over his pride puzzingly wondering why me? on display for the World to see. This time yesterday he loved life 2 grown kids and a loving wife,  employed in a security job His dad taught him, "don't be a slob". He feels his life draining away nobody bothered, nothing to say. The sky is blue birds singing sweetly buildings are uniformed, formatted neatly.  His eyes are beginning to close, his life flashes quickly blood runs from his nose, One mistake and he ended up here, struggling for life, surrounded by fear. But did he deserve this outcome today regretting the temptations among the foray, As he closes his eyes, his final breath, not ready to go, dodging his death. Then he sees a light, he is beckoned to go while he misses his family and little bro. No one deserves to die this way, hand in the knives and live for today. Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROM...
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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 gray you look somewhat older the staff are so clinical business like, cold shoulder 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 what's this all about? Bedtime is a nightmare your mind wanders on you can't remember your kids from Jack to Dawn! Your Grandkids miss you especially your smile always asking for you every once in a while. You are still loved and cherished by family and friends and will be forever till the pain finally ends! memory loss man woman 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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GOD BLESS SINGLE MUMS.

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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...
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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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