"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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“From The Shadows”

From The Shadows

There’s something in the night,

That crawls, there is,

Moaning and groaning,

Coming for the kids.

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White eyes in the dark,

No pupil there in,

The dog won’t even bark,

For the fear in him.

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It lives in the shadows,

From demons, was born,

From down in hell’s gallows,

No shape, nor form.

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Like some ancient curse,

To squander your soul,

To quench a thirst,

That’s never been full.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“I’ve Come”

I've  Come

The night’s no longer,
Nor is the day,
Of endless hunger,
Nor men astray.
For with a thunder,
God did say,
“No more plunder,
Nor evil ways.”

“I’ve come you see,
To put a stop
To mans disease,
Like days of Lot.
Men do tease,
With evil thought,
On bended knees,
They smite the rock.”

“Governments of death,
Nations of plutocracy,
Where evil nests,
Devouring democracy.
The people’s best,
Full of bureaucracy,
Never they rest,
In all their hypocrisy.”

“For lack of plenty,
The people starve,
Deprived of money,
Society marred.
What some think funny,
Leave others scarred,
Bees and honey,
Are forever barred.”

“Yes, you see,
With a hunger,
I’ve come to thee,
To cure my blunder.
You and me,
And all my wonder,
I take from thee,
And do so smother.”

And with his hand,
The night was no longer,
Nor was the day.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“We Live In A Time”

"We Live In A Time"

“We Live In A Time”

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Of great turmoil, and distress;

Of evil, and hatred,
Great horror, and regret;

Of,.. .

Dirty sands,
Empty lands,
Wicked hands,
And murderous bands;

Of,.. .

Evil works,
Deadly jerks,
Killing clerks,
While in the church;

Of,.. .

Hopeless whys,
Children’s sighs,
Government lies,
And mothers cries;

Of,.. .

Endless death,
That never rests,
Contentious threats,
The blood still wet.. .

We live in a time,
Of do nothing, and watch;

Of sadness, and crime,
And stupidity, un-thought.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image: placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′


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“The Darkness”

''The Darkness''

As the day passed, and the sun went down,
Waiting for all the stars to shine;
How quiet it was as night arrived,
The only sound was mine.. .

A growing mist,
A tree, it twists,
An aching wrist,
As I clench my fist.

A glowing eye,
It’s telling lies,
No reason why,
As I pass it by.

A groaning man,
He raised his hands,
Preaching of land,
And some dirty sand.

Where’s the stars, that should have shined,
Where is the moon this night?
All I see is darkness around,
Nothing here seems right.. .

A withered dock,
Some broken blocks,
A half sunk yacht,
Sits on a rock.

A feathered clown,
Is feeding hounds,
He spies the town,
With a mean ol’ frown.

Approaching cold,
And screaming souls,
A sound so old,
As the stories told.

What is all this, this strangeness I see,
Where are the cars on the street?
Is this a dream or something worse,
Evil from in Hell’s deep.. .

I close my eyes,.. . and.. .

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′