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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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NOTHING IN THE END.

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Viewing the World through a microscope at times you don't like what you see unbalanced, unfair, shameful determines how it must be. It depends were you came from to determine life's fate being born into hardship is not to self create. Some are born into grandeur poverty they will never know wealth through the blood lots of dough. Happiness doesn't mean riches if your satisfied with your lot just think of the homeless in case you forgot. Money doesn't buy health or can make you live forever we will all die one day whether, rich,poor,or clever. Just be who you are live your life in peace don't worry about tomorrow or when life will cease. We are all governed by time and one day it will run out there are no pockets in a shroud or a voice, to scream or shout.
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THE ICE CREAM VAN.

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His jingles could be heard from afar as he drove into our street a magical vehicle on four wheels beckoning to give us a treat.. Ice cream so delicious and change to buy a sweet those days were so spectacular spectacular and neat. Shouting up to mum to get a couple of pence the din was overpowering while shaking the garden fence. The World was your oyster as you chose your fav ice cream this little van with wonders was a child's paradise dream. Sometimes we would have enough to buy a sweet or two content with your lot those days and your mates were happy too. He came around our street twenty times a day but your parents were very dubious to give their money away. Money was more tight then but the luxuries were sometimes had it stretched a little further even got money from your dad! The jingle could be heard for miles as you ran to greet the man with treasures over spilling from the little musical van.
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CHARITY CLARITY.

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Bric a brac shoes and clothes dishes ornaments or mags things you have you do not want even old used rags. Charities put bags through your door and you fill them every week but still the bags lie for ages grow mouldy and they reek. We do not take this item sorry we don,t want those I am sure the needy everywhere their life they had not chose. I want to make money but do not want certain things like that old standard lamp or the ornament of the lady who sings. So what is the point of me? am I here to help the needy I will pick and choose what I want because I am so greedy. So take your well used items and throw them in the dump now I am wondering why this country is facing a financial slump.
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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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