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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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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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WHAT IS THE POINT?

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        Whats going on in this sad world when people are being attacked frightened to leave the house at night even knowing you can be tracked. How can a Human being stab another defenceless man or even worse another child is it because they can? To stab another Human takes a lot of nerve and guts causing death or injury there are no ifs and buts. What are the gains of killing? be it drug or alcohol fuelled. When often it can be talked over instead of being ridiculed. A life is very precious especially to family and friends the devastation it causes is down to who it depends. An argument can get heated and a fight can often start but at the end of all the screaming common sense can take a part.   stabbing 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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A PICTURE OF YOU.

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I found a picture of you from my younger days your eyes lit the room in beautiful ways. The past is the past but it's hard to forget memories come flooding not just for me I bet.. You went away no looking back left me a letter while you chose to pack. The days were long nights without sleep knowing your love cut me so deep. The way you left hurt me so bad tattered and torn utterly sad. But that was the day a long time ago we both have moved on it lightened the blow. But I still hold you fondly in my memories of the past and our friendship will blossom grow and last. LOVE FOREVER 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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REMEMBRANCE

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It's the outbreak of War humanity is scared a time for death so be prepared. Marching Soldiers Machines that kill firing on humans  shooting at will. Races wiped out at the click of a gun tears and sadness won't  be undone. An army of hate towards fellow man they try to hide as best as they can. Soldiers with orders to kill on sight rifles at the ready every day and night. Brothers and sisters united as one. Bodies amassing in the dead of the night never having a chance to defend or fight. War is abominable  the scourge of man keep peace alive as much as you can. Wake up each day to the glow of the sun. brothers and sisters unite as one. War on Humanity 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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YOUR TOUCH.

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Your touch is like silk on my body feelings I have are of love your lips taste of golden honey you fit my hand like a glove. When morning appears you are beautiful your eyes are like diamonds in the dark your personality shines like a torch bright and alert as a lark. Darling your my salvation destiny brought you my way each morning I awaken with you is a brand new exciting day. Our love is like a steam train never stopping for man or beast without you my World is empty i'm hungry and need you to feast Be in my life forever and always say I love you you have my undying friendship how can I ever be blue. 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 LIFEBOAT.

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The waves dashed fiercely bodies tossed heads up all alone a singular vessel like a wild straying pup. Thirteen souls afloat in a wooden sanctuary not knowing were it was going no one knew what day. No food or supplies had been saved just people still in a trance from the old to the young thrown together in circumstance. The ship had sunk days ago the lifeboats went down bar one only one remained intact floating in the blazing sun. One man had taken charge as excitement dulled common sense the female passengers crying no one coming to their defence. He tried to gather order as screams of terror flew this was in desperation from a terrified motley crew. Injured people holding wounds crying with pain others tried to comfort them battered by the rain. For many days they travelled praying they would sight land patience and good fortune witnessed by the slight of hand. Out of all the ships passengers only thirteen would survive starving and half dead lu...
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THE DAY YOU CHANGED.

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I look at your face pale and Gray you were alright before but not today? The sun didn't shine as it did before you were cold and dark walking out the door! We did not fight as I recall you slept in my arms you looked so small. You were quietly resigned walking hand in hand till we got to the house help me understand! What goes through your mind? when you stare into space at least let me in if this is the case Your eyes tell a story lost in your head fear is behind them when you come to bed! Whatever troubles you I need to know there's no time for guesswork or perhaps I will go. Is it because of the baby? don't you love our child? you used to be spontaneous romantically wild. But now you cry for ages and cannot cope by day I listen to the Mothers and all they have to say. It is normal to feel low after the trauma you have had giving birth to our son wasn't easy in fact it was sad. But that was seven months ago and still you freak out at him your pat...
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I FORGIVE YOU,

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When you forget to call my name I forgive you when you don't put out the trash I forgive you. When you argue night is day I forgive you when you fail to pick me up I forgive you. When you  stay out late at night I forgive you waken me up on a Sunday for work I forgive you. When you throw out my best shirt I forgive you forget to walk the dog I forgive you. When you support a team I don't I forgive you bring your friends home after work I forgive you. When you burn my dinner each night I forgive you bash my car when out driving I forgive you. When you make me go out shopping I forgive you turn the tv over for no reason I forgive you. When you sing in the shower I forgive you eat my chips from the plate I forgive you. When you forget to kiss me I forgive you Don't cuddle me in bed I forgive you. You are the light of my life I will always forgive you. forgiveness.
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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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