Biography of J.A McManus
I am 26, happily married since 2005 and have two young children, I live in Carlisle, Cumbria, that's right up in the north of England if you were wondering! I am a aspiring poet, playwright and novelist. I hope anyone viewing my poems will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. If anyone wishes to discuss my poetry or wants advice on their own poems please feel free to ask any questions you may have. When I am not writing I enjoy watching films, football and documentries. I enjoy reading fantasy literature and my favourite poets are Edgar allen poe and Dylan Thomas. Thanks for your time.
J.A McManus's Works:
J.A McManus Poems
The little gods, spitting curses like unholy prayers Hatred burning in their eyes, consuming like fire Their hands forever stained with innocent blood.
Without Your Love.
Without your precious love I’d be as empty as a drum You’re my entire world My stars, my moon, my sun.
No one can tell me Nobody knows Where the wind comes from Or where the wind goes
God’s warm breath caresses my naked neck Below a hundred streams softly sing Standing here upon this heavenly place Makes me feel as mighty as a king.
Questions Of You.
What are you trying to sell But then just give away? What is it your dreaming of As the night fades to day?
The Greatest Trick.
If the greatest trick That the devil ever played Was to make the world Believe the lies from his lips
Another Year Gone (A Free Verse Poem.)
Is it just me or does time seem To move faster the older you get? It almost feels like the world is Moving too quickly and I must
The sky comes alive With so many hues Starbursts of scarlet Or bright neon blues.
The Storm (A Pallindrome Poem.)
Darkness always calling Clouds gathering Winds blowing cold Rains pouring
Empires (A Free Verse Poem.)
Empires are like the vast waves Upon a never ending ocean of time They start off humbly before rising Out of the gloom of their origins.
Little ones never wish Your young lives away Live for the here and now, Remember today.
I used to hate the Christmas rush With endless queues that flow out shop doors Packed with people that push and shout As they run around the crowded stores.
Winter (A Lanturne Poem.)
.......Frost ....Sparkles ...Over earth .The winter is
White Light (A Free Verse Poem.)
My blood-shot eyes blink away existence Unfamiliar voices roll through my brain Gravity’s unseen hands pull me to the earth I find their spell far too charming to fight.
Your clothes, your cars, even your home
We judge success on the things we own
So corrupted and so confused
Young minds getting utterly abused.
Can you not see that we’re all slaves
Working ourselves into early graves?
Working to buy things we don’t need
Caught in the shadow of our own greed.