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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.

NIGHT OUT.

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Does my bum look big in this here dress? is my hair ok or is it a mess? What time are we due at the restaurant tonight? you booked it for seven? that wasn't too bright! Only four hours to go to do my face shave my legs I look a disgrace. The taxi is here I still need to get dressed this isn't a fun night I feel so stressed. Finally on our way I need a stiff drink The meal was delicious the company a delight let's start off for home what a fantastic night. 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.

NANCY SMITH A GHOSTLY TALE.

Whilst walking along the street one night I came across a wondrous sight A lady aglow in an aura of light. She looked so very real to me I walked towards her shaking her charm was mesmerizing could my eyes be faking? Her dress was of a distant past hair was long and dark the street was lit from her glow whilst heading for the park. She walked along a darkened path apparel trailing on the ground smiling beautifully as she walked did she want to be found?. I walked close behind her the moonlight shone the way I tried to stop and talk to her still shocked with nothing to say. Her bodice was coloured blood red barely clad but felt no cold wondering how she managed to walk how will this mystery unfold. Stunned by her beauty I followed her for hours glancing around every now and then she engulfed me with her powers. Eventually she would stop and stare at a decrepit abandoned shack still floating as if magical she did not leave a track. Eyes fixed on the shack tears ran ...

COUNTING SHEEP.

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I cannot sleep wide awake let me go for goodness sake. I toss and turn like a restless dog the wheels have stopped its a broken cog. My mind is active it never stops like thieves and robbers being chased by cops! Tried counting sheep It was going all night tossing and turning darkness and light. Go have a drink to settle your brain think of shutting down listen to the rain. Eventually I  will fall into a deep dizzy sleep but what time was it? as you snore at a peep. Up in the morning still dead tired so to you my dear brain buddy you are FIRED. Get to work still half asleep brain not engaged man I could weep. Try not to doze concentrate on your day for soon it is over and your on your way. Home after work dare not sit down as your eyes start closing in your dressing gown. Finally to bed lights out straight away forgetting the night before to face another day. SLEEP STARVATION.
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