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WELCOME

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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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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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THE PAIN WE BEAR.

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Silence in the room is what you require your head is spinning you start to perspire. Alone in the dark the pain is intense nothing is helping spare no expense. Feeling sick you cannot relax round in circles migraine at its max. Certain foods you eat can make it worse this horror in your body a satanic curse. You cannot see anyone you need to be alone the slightest noise even the phone. Eventually the pain starts to depreciate you can face the light from the window grate. You can cope with pain but migraines are severe you cannot do anything but await it with fear. in pain 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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A PRISONER IN HER OWN HOME.

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Colourful  prisms of light set free from blackened cracked glass forcing the darkness to illuminate allowing an aroma of cut grass. She never leaves her home imprisoned within four walls no one ever gets inside feeling bound by a chain and ball. A woman who once held respect heavily into charity by day a pillar of the community people listened to what she would say. Many years passed in her life tragedy struck many times family passed away, friends moved on her son sent down for crimes. Now her life was empty her interest declined by day nothing would get through to her at home she was forced to stay. Doctors tried in vain to get her to leave her house a frail, aged woman as quiet as a mouse. She felt she was misunderstood no one knew how she felt her illness killing her at speed of which she was unwillingly dealt. The fear to leave her house finally took its toll her heart gave up the battle the final drum roll.
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I FORGIVE YOU,

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When you forget to call my name I forgive you when you don't put out the trash I forgive you. When you argue night is day I forgive you when you fail to pick me up I forgive you. When you  stay out late at night I forgive you waken me up on a Sunday for work I forgive you. When you throw out my best shirt I forgive you forget to walk the dog I forgive you. When you support a team I don't I forgive you bring your friends home after work I forgive you. When you burn my dinner each night I forgive you bash my car when out driving I forgive you. When you make me go out shopping I forgive you turn the tv over for no reason I forgive you. When you sing in the shower I forgive you eat my chips from the plate I forgive you. When you forget to kiss me I forgive you Don't cuddle me in bed I forgive you. You are the light of my life I will always forgive you. forgiveness.
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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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