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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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WHAT DO YOU SEE?

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What do you see when you look at me A man who is happy living life, and carefree. I am not homeless poor or unhealthy Life is good and in realty wealthy. I am not in a war starving and forlorn looking for shelter wishing I wasn't born. Living in democracy not fearing each day In a Country thats safe in its own special way. No fear for my children and will they survive no brothers been killed they are all alive. Scared to waken up to a brand new day explosions the norm in the brutal foray. No Screaming children when you open your door no man or woman dead on the floor. Food is a plenty in our cozy domain we take it for granted just like the rain. Thank your lucky stars you face no pain Thousands are suffering in the main. THANKFUL FOR LIFE. 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 BARGE

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Icy cold winds batter the sides the boat is trembling as the barge collides. It's our watery home we have known no other never settled on land never wanted to bother. Living is simple making a bob or two gliding on canals with our son as our crew. Fuel increases but we sail away our home on the water gets better each day. Transporting goods from place to place tons of room loads of space. We wouldn't change this way of living free of stress and so much giving. The barge is our sanctuary may she live on when buildings and land have eventually gone. 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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EVERYBODY NEEDS!

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Everybody needs sunshine for spirits to glow and positive attitudes for stamina to grow. Everybody needs food or we don't survive be it vegetables, meat or fruit its nice to have a choice these days some products can be substitute. Everybody needs to be loved in this life feel wanted, and given a hug its part of the ritual of mankind bitten by a beautiful bug. Everybody needs companionship say  "hello" to a stranger passing by kindness costs nothing a vocal sound and a courteous glance with your eye. Everybody needs civility even when your not in the mood smile as you go through your day your attitude can do some good. Everyone needs each other or else what is the use? so thank your lucky stars for love and forget the normal excuse. Everybody needs a good old vent to get the bad things out raise your arms, cry out loud verbally scream and shout. Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STOR...
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THE BARGE.

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Icy cold winds battering the sides the drone is trembling as the barge glides. Its our watery home we have known no other never settled on land never needed to bother. Living is simple making a bob or two gliding on canals with our son and you. Fuel increases but we sail away our home on the water better each day. Transporting goods from place to place tons of room loads of space. We wouldn't change this way of living free of stress and so much giving. The barge is our sanctuary may she live on when buildings and land have eventually gone.
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BORN WITH NOTHING, DIE THE SAME.

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As we try to progress through everyday life we sit back and think dissect with a knife. Will this day be cool will it be crap what are our chances building from scrap. Equally we hope that life will run smooth with all that's going on what can we prove? Take each day as it comes face it with a smile take on your adversaries make it worthwhile. When all is said and done you find you did your best conquer the unreasonable master the test. We are all born equal with nothing to spend bare and vulnerable on others depend. When we leave this Earth again we are bare whether life was fantastic or maybe unfair. Be happy with your lot or be defeated in life whats the use of misery trouble or strife?
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LEST WE NEVER FORGET.

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The scene is set humanity dies screaming babies covered in flies. Treated like animals because of their race blackened bodies A human disgrace. Old and young huddled in groups soldiers yelling passing the soups. Some are shot their pain at an end Fatherless children unable to fend. lead to rooms made out of wood the rich, the poor the bad the good. No one cares if they live or die fear ridden faces reach for the sky. Black smoke rises from human remains hundreds of people taking the reigns. Orders are clear no one must survive every Father and son cannot be alive. After the Holocaust no one to reflect just smoke from a fire no one to detect. Millions of people lined up outside they know they're fate nowhere to hide. We must never forget this horror from the past this was no movie with thousands of a cast.
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GROWING OLD GRACEFULLY.

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Growing old can take its toll your body slows right down you can't do things you used to do frustrated, you just frown. You remember when you were a lad things you did were brave swinging from the highest tree six inches from your grave. Back then you could run, fast play ball forever and a day sleep would come when it had to your hair was natural,  not Gray. They say the new fifty is forty in this new millennium but sometimes it doesn't work that way your not at your premium. Your bones creak, your neck gets sore bending down is sometimes a task you try your best to live younger while reaching for your mask! To be healthy you need to be careful you may deal yourself a blow like cutting the old nails on your unreachable big toe. When you shower and glance at your figure its not as it used to be the muscles are getting flimsy and you struggle to properly see. Some people grow old gracefully just accept it as it comes growing old isn't necessarily a draw back or receding...
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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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