William Sinclair Manson's poetry

Buzzing away on summer days working to create something pure meticulously jumping from flower to flower it knows its way around for sure. Up at dawn and ready to go thousands going from the hive nothing can stop them finding the nectar it's that what keeps them alive. Beautiful insects of black and gold they would never cause any harm the humble bumblebee is facing extinction this far outweighs its charm. Please be careful and protect these beauties they are generous to every man they give us honey, and do not charge and I am their number one fan. Take care of our bees.  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.

Delicate flowers swaying freely amid a windy backdrop slight protection behind a broken wall being saved by stone sunshine opening buds swollen by the heat desperate to bloom petals still strong newly formed. Morning dew evident now splattered on the wall flowers now grouped feeling stronger in numbers wind dying down aroma in the air flowers now still content, happy closing for the night ready to face another day. Birds pecking at petals bees buzzing around pollen flowers dying down turning brown determined to grow again seeds carried for miles by hungry birds or blown by the wind landing in another place sheltered, protected Spring comes again flowers now in growth spreading more joy cascading colors beauty beyond scope in an empty space now filled with brightness admired by passers by. springtime Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RAN...

White flowers growing wild loving the weather especially mild. Mums with buggies in the park babies with bottles hitting the mark. Dogs of all sizes chasing a ball some are tiny others are tall. Green keeper busy doing his rounds fish ponds cloudy out of bounds. Blissful place park benches full a maintenance man using his tool. Picnics laid time to eat get some rest put up your feet. Its time to go the kids are sad toddlers sleepy carried by dad. A day in the park is what you need so visit one soon its priceless indeed.

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 ...