Long Invisible man Poems

Translation of Eric Mottram’s Courbet: Elegy 8 by T. Wignesan

Blanches oeuvres ouvertes
résident dans les jours
la surface du banc de travail est noire
les géraniums-lierres
les fougères et les adragans
accumulent leurs oeuvres et jours:
La toile noire de Courbet
un...

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Sometimes I have the courage to think of the things that made me what I am today,
My memory takes me back to terrible things far away far off into my bitter past,
My mind like a...

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I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her...

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I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her...

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Oh boy I am so coy I once thought

Skating perilously round and round
an icerink floor trying ever so hard
not to fall

Just incase i make other people laugh 
and have a joke at my expense 

Been...

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I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her...

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I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her...

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I became a creative in order to express myself. I realized at an early age that I was what you'd call a reject of the system. I poured out of every package they try to...

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Most people think of creative writing, as belonging almost exclusively to the genre of the world, of fictional writing. When in fact any writing involving both skill and imagination.  Might loosely fit into its...

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I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her...

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Wired mortal from the English Art
Banished from his home, spotted from a distance
Noble amongst scrawling African inscriptions
First veneration of mystical minds
Take a bow, take a bow.

Obliterating deliberate disregard 
From interrupters of our histories, 
With trophies,...

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I am dead without my love.
It is simple as that.
I cannot breath without her,
I cannot eat without her,
I cannot write without her.
I cannot live without my love,
I am dead without my love.

I cannot prosper without...

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Before knowing, he was turned into an invisible man
standing in the middle of a busy street.

Unmistakably, though his image reflected on the glass of the show 
window no passersby noticed his presence or recognized him;...

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I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her...

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Invisible you are to my eyes
Mind and spirit you are a glow
Invisible to my eye longing to see your portrait
Not knowing who this man is that makes me smile and leaves me only to 
reminisce
Walking...

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For who am I without being who I was,
For what is won't always be,
and what can be,
doesn't mean it will be.

Envy is a disease,
a factor of malice and control,
and if not contained,
it will take it's...

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I went to a monster party,
At Castle Frankenstein;
With lots of food and spirit,
The fun kicked off at nine!

Ol' Frankie did the robot,
I stepped to a jitterbug;
The floor began to quake,
We really cut the rug!

I moved...

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Strangled
By Kevin Robey
March 6, 2013

The invisible man gripping at my throat
Gargled sounds are audible but remote
Gripping my wrists, and holding me down
Think I’ll drown, darkness closing all around

I feel the pain, the knife in my...

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The Invisible Man has one jewel! Nature
There is no world without the beauty of nature,
So what is left when these gifts have left a bitter man?
Would it be hell, pain, permanent punishment?
Or the deepest darkest...

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There across the wind rides my silly pride 
The very sound of my regret voice caresses my bones
Fate never assumes 
As bad luck so fumes 
I never wanna have you
Fantasies of me wrapped up in...

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Dancing by myself

I remember,
the first time,
you put your hand in mine,

the same as you did,
ten thousand times later

I remember,
that first dance 
at our wedding...
oh so many years ago,

with our friends and loved one's
watching and smiling...

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The pitter-patter of the raindrops

When storm clouds come rolling in and lightning fills the sky
And the wind begins to blow as the sun waves its’ own goodbye
The pitter-patter of the raindrops as they begin dancing...

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I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her...

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I Drank
 
I drank away my future and I drank away my past
I drank away the anger in hopes it will not last
I drank away the suffering in hopes it fades away
I drank away the night...

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Venus de Milo gave up the banjo
She left the band with the Invisible Man
Never had a leg to stand on, stand on
Saw Galileo hanging with J-Lo
Singing "Life On Mars" out under the stars
Lead guitar was...

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