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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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ITS A MANS WORLD.

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He glances at the pile of washing not sure what he should do does he put his white shirt in with a t shirt of dark blue? Bedding, curtains, towels and clothes all piled into the machine  radio  playing in the background pounding at its own steam. switching on the washing machine the other hand dusting the shelves wow I didn't realise I thought they cleaned themselves! dishes packed on the counter the sink has got a task will he dawn his rubber gloves? did you have to ask? Time to go and make the bed thinking its an easy chore all you do is toss over the duvet then its on the floor! Time to put the kettle on the sweat beats off his brow running out of milk he sees why not buy a cow! The washing turns at a deadly pace its a technological wizard wait isn't that my boxer shorts? flapping in the blizzard. Time to get the vacuum out designed to make life easy but pushing this massive tube of plastic makes your back feel queasy! Doubled in a bout of pain hobbling to...
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A WOMAN'S WORK IS NEVER DONE!

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Up at 6 another day comes time to get the kids up for school breakfast is always a chaotic time all for one,sometimes the rule. Toast for Johnny, cereal for Sue while dad shouts "were's my phone"? Tammy the cat mewing at my feet the kids all grump and groan?. ; Sue shouts aloud, cereal has spilled the dog licks his lips in delight Johnny complains, no lunch prepared Johnny Kicks Sue with spite. Get the kids dressed, iron a shirt turn the dishwasher on hubby groaning in the background at it from dusk till dawn. ; Breakfast is over, time to go dad drops the kids at school little Joan sits with her empty bowl at least one of them is full. Joan at nursery time for my chores the vacuum is ready to go dusting around the numerous bits and bobs forgot to wash the baby grow. ; Shopping to do, clothes to prepare the maintenance man is due sitting at home. freezing to death its a wonder I don't have the flu. ; The boiler packed in, no heat or water The usual drama of the...
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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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