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WELCOME

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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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SUN SHINE DAYS.

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After a long cold winter its nice to see the sun in its glory it makes you feel free. The heat is better shrubbery starts to grow we all go crazy to the garden centre we go. The barbies are fizzling the aroma is cool moistened mouths  makes you drool. t shirts and shorts with the odd Jesus sandals wearing your socks facing the scandals. Semi clad folks burning under the sun screaming and shouting all having fun. Tots with sun hats protected from the rays splashing in pools by the heat of the days. Dogs puffing and panting the heat is their pest jumping in lakes trying their best. Three days of sunshine not a cloud in sight a wonderful summer glorious and bright. Who needs abroad when we have weather like this save all your money the travel you wont miss. The question on our lips is will it last? it makes people happy we all have a blast.
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UNSPOILT LAND.

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Mountains tall, rivers flow, Tall Trees proud, colours aglow, Whistling birds, melodic in tune, High banked sand, in the shape of a dune' Waterfalls pure, sweet smelling air, Animals living, without being scared, Sounds of nature in its own domain, Growth so thick, lots of rain' Fish a plentiful, in rivers of gold, will never be caught or ending up sold, Unspoilt land, can it be true? Where grass is so green, and sky’s are blue. The only sound alive is life at peace days very long a slow release nature at rest and left alone no exhausts or a telephone. Fruit bearing trees tall and proud enough to eat if your allowed! no taxes,laws, just animal rules were nothing matters, undisturbed pools No fear or loss in its very slow pace miles away from the old rat race wake up in the morning to fresh cool air living off the land and all it can spare. Tall green grass no need for mowing viewing for miles the sun is glowing wild flowers growing carpeted throug...
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WELCOME

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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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