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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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HE WENT AWAY?

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It was a normal sunny day Carl got ready for school he was a happy go lucky lad and to his friends was cool. Always helping others a loved and cared for child no one he knew around him were off the track ,or wild. If you needed any chores done Carl was the boy you'd ask nothing was below him any job or task. He was awarded the nicest guy in town people flocked around to pay tribute pensioners kids and parents alike pleasantries they would distribute. Then one day he disappeared had gone without a trace his pictures were posted everywhere far flung they knew his face. His parents were distraught no one could believe he had gone tears filled the town in tidal waves everyone was forlorn. Ten years passed his picture still hung on trees, lampposts, and stores eventually the Police gave up and stopped knocking on the doors. What had happened to this lovely lad he wasn't involved in drugs nor did he have any vices they sai...
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RAINDROPS THE ONLY SOUND.

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The only thing I hear is raindrops on the glass the forefront in my mind is the pain which I amass. Deep as it cuts, it never mend it casts more doubt in my heart solitude is a thing I could never face so much as we now part. I close my eyes and you appear in the corner of my mind The days are nights the nights are day loneliness fills me with pain and still silence fills the air with raindrops the only sound. when I reach out for you in the night emptiness is all I find. Be happy in your new life where sunshine fills your day text me when I'm alone make my sunny day Gray. Desperation fills my body as I kneel upon the ground whilst silence fills the air around raindrops are the only sound.
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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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