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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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LIVING ON THE BREADLINE.

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These days we often worry  whether we can eat or starve bills and debts piling up  no holiday to the Algarve.. Food banks loom, it's a God send when nothing is left to eat While the rich get fatter of this land the poor are battered and beat. Nowadays bills come first as we try to rob Peter to pay Paul children are going hungry from when they are very small. Governments screw the poor taxes have to be paid the rich get richer, the poor hemmed down under the breadline they have made. Hard working families deteriorate luxuries non existent or rare children do not understand why the table is often bare. As the Years come and slowly go we wonder will things get better? prices rise, money is tight the World of the fated debt letter. Jobs are scarce in impoverished Towns benefits are into reform but the hardest hit are the working class who suffer its the norm. What is left for our Children's future? when little or no wo...
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A BLINKERED LIFE

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Looking through "blinkered" eyes you don't see much around. nothing much satisfies you nothing new is found. All you see is blackness a vision ready made forced to see the ugly things never seems to fade. No one can set you free and wouldn't anyway. they are all too busy in their World selfishly having their way. like a nightmare never ending your a prisoner in your own demise never seeing daylight wishing to see blue skies. Your being held captive like a lock without a key your in a place you don't want to be knowing you can never be free. The only person that can free you is yourself if you have the will you must do it on your own the poison you must spill. Respect your elders nurture the good remember the starving dying for food! Share the wealth end poverty you will see a difference to you and me.
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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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CULINARY MAGIC

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I am in awe at how you look well prepared from a marvellous cook. A plate thats like a piece of art who would believe this tasty start. The aroma deliciously real the best food today by far plates empty and ready for more it deserves a culinary star. The starter was a dream come true beautiful to the eye ,a treat My eyes are in love with you your golden colour is sweet. The steak was beautifully done it melted in each new bite the potatoes were roasted perfectly the vegetables just right. And now for the final course a plethora of fruit and cheese yes I will have some more try and stop me PLEASE. My stomach feels relieved content with an awsome meal an artist would have been proud of it It really was unreal. GOOD GRUB.
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HAVE YOU EVER?

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  Have you ever wondered how you could survive without your friends? let them know mostly every day that to you they depend. Have you ever sent them flowers with a message "you are adored" or ever told your closest friends without them you'd be bored? Have you ever saw a rainbow and imagined a pot of gold? made a wish with a shiny coin and broken that mould. Have you ever had a feeling that something could always go wrong? or wondered why Samson could ever be that strong? Have you ever loved a person or argued with whom you choose or wanted something badly like a fortnights relaxing cruise? Have you ever noticed the poor old man with his shabby dirty clothes? or ever wondered why Rudolph has a bright red nose? Have you ever chose a meal for the night or decided to take away? Have you ever gotten the kids to bed to enjoy the rest of your day? Have you ever decided on the menu for the TV late at night? maybe watch your favourite soap or settle for the fig...
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COME DINE WITH ME.

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  Standing by the window tears flow from my eyes losing you was criminal but hardly a surprise. I met you many years ago you were always in my life in every dish I chose to cook by me and the wife. I peeled your outer shell to feel your slippery skin but you slipped between my fingers then fell into the bin ! Shredded in my Pot your aroma filled the air the smell was so delicious colors light and fair. When I attempted to eat you horror entered my mind I couldn't eat this onion the one that made me blind. THE GORGEOUS ONION.
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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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