My Poetry. Our Earth.
Considering this world is real,Where people live, and often feelEnvironments are in danger of dying,Do we want our children sad and crying?When forests, fields and living...
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My Poetry. A breath of fresh air..
Yes, come over and breathe on meI suppose I have been here longa fixture and fitting in the shoplike a badly worded song.Take off your mask...
My Poetry. The Bus Journey!
Boarding the bus you see lots of faces tired, and ashen Grey parents with kids being dragged to school Starting a brand-new day. Tossed around on...
My Poetry. WHAT AM I?
I need you to survive You keep me alive I swallow you each day You help in your own Kinda way. Your sometimes heaven sent And...
Public Poetry. The Strength of a Man.
No hug or kiss for a man sick in bed A timeless remedy is a woman s breast Laying his head upon it for comfort and...
My Poetry. Brexit has seen him out!
He did not die of Hunger Nor was it the bottle of booze The drugs they did not do for him It wasn’t even the cruise....
My Poetry. Brexit , We want the end.
Brexit this Brexit thatIt’s becoming a bloody jokeAll you feel is numbnessAnd someone you want to choke.In out its all a bloody pestNothing else seems to...
William Sinclair Manson