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The Invisible Man Poems

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Down and Out
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Paper Tiger
England
My dear Rant Rave friends. I have done a series of poems on Facebook. If you decide you want read some of them this is the story.

The down and out, invisible man series of poems is about a young man going out into the world and finds he cannot cope. He starts off life on a large slum overspill estate that moved the poor people from London into council housing.

As all the people that were placed their where from different parts of London, gang and turf wars began immediately. This estate was built in the middle of nowhere so the were no jobs, nothing to do and drink became a major problem in the 1970's.

Anyway this very intellegent youn man young man thought if he could move away he may have a chance. But his lack of social experience meant he was leaving all his friends, family and loves. He was leaving his history, his past, his roots.

He gets a good job a nice home, new friends, but there is something missing, his real friends. As he grew older he finds he misses his hometown and becomes depressed and he cannot cope. He loses his new friends his job his home and finds himself out on the street with an addiction for strong drink.

He has the clothes he has on and that is all. He is seventy miles from his old hometown and decides to walk back and try to start again. On this walk he becomes dirty, unwashed and ripe. His hair now grey is long and unkempt and he has grown a beard which is also grey.

So he walks and walks until finally thirty years after leaving his home town he returns. Nobody recognises him, they think he is a vagrant, which he is. He wanders around familiar places and feels that he has at last come home.

So in his long thick overcoat, long grey dirty hair and unkempt beard, he could be anybody, so he just becomes a lonely old vagrant that people cross the road when they see him. This is a true story.

I hope I can do this series from the eyes of a vagrant and give an insight of what it is like on the other side of society.

Please read these poems with an open mind and feel the way the vagrant feels. He has emotions, needs but most of all he wants to say hello to his old friends and family, but cannot because he is too ashamed.

So he watches daily life, in his old hometown lonely, an outcast sense of belonging. He is The Invisible Man

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Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: Could I post some poems here?
The Invisible Man (1)

Wandering back to the past.

The cold driving rain soaks my torn old overcoat,

It wieghs a ton when it gets as wet as it can,

My old battered trilby hat has taken a hammering,

The clouds are heavy and grey, I'm a lonley old man.

Walking the streets, looking for things to find,

Can be so cold, sometimes, I wish I would die,

But my old feet still keep on wandering,

And I suppose I will just have to get by.

Did I tell you I went back to my hometown?

I sat on a carpark wall watching people too and frow,

I known most of these people all my life,

Thank goodness nobody could see how low you can go.

Because my hair is grey and I have a grey beard,

These old friends they keep passing me by,

They do not recognose me in any shape or form,

And with my tears I sit and quietly cry.

Young people shout! "look there's a dirty old tramp,"

You can you smell that old bastard from here,

All they see is lost hope, digust and utter dispair,

I represent a future they fear.

Then a lady walks past that I knew well,

In a moment I see a second glance in her eye,

Did something spark off a memory?

Had she regonised something as she walked on by.

So I stood up and went to look in some bins,

You never know what you may find,

I was roaming around in my hometown,

One day it might be peace of mind.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
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Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: A man down on his luck visits his hometown.
The Invisible Man (2)

In my rags I walked up and down my old shopping parade,

My long grey hair blew in my eyes

My neglected grey beard would itch around my neck,

The scene was thunderous black sky's

My old torn coat flapped in the wind,

The old torn coat that was my home,

At the top of the road was my old pub,

How could I have gotten so down.

I sat in a shop doorway out of the wind,

As the evening darkened the day,

Sitting there staring at the lighted pub,

My mind just drifted away.

Did I tell you about my happy old days?

When I was young, smart and clean.

When I could cope with life and whatever it threw,

Because I was cold, hard and mean.

I snapped out of my dream as I heard a voice,

That seemed very familiar to me,

My brother walked past and threw me some change,

A dirty old tramp he could see.

I watched as he walked off down the parade,

And remember when we were very small,

He is a couple of years older than me,

But that did not matter at all.

We played in fields of wheat laughing, running and having fun,

Those are the days I remember well, the day's when the sun always shone,

We were friends playing games and friends holding hands,

Then one day I just looked around and everything had gone.

Did I tell you about the time I fell into a pond?

The side caved in so did I,

Soaking and drying off in the sun,

Under the deepest of deep blue sky.

I must have fallen asleep it is now near dawn,

And people have begun going their way.

People walk past my bundle of rags,

A start to another new day.

So I stood up and looked in a shop window,

And started to brush up my face,

I caught my reflection in the shop's glass plate,

And I bowed my head in disgrace.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: The Invisible Man (3)

A hobo goes back to his hometown.


Walking the streets of my old hometown

My shoes are just falling apart,

My blistered feet are freezing cold,

Just like my broken old heart.

The wind whips up and blows my hair,

It's grey wavey and long,

I'm glad the wind is behind me now,

So it can help push me along.

I pass an old friend in the street,

And he gives me plenty of space,

All he sees is a pathetic tramp,

He can't even look in my face.

22 months ago: Wow PT,

This is very moving. It reminds me of a story of an old preacher, who being concerned that his congregation was not the example they should be, dressed as a beggar. Upon going to his church he was snubbed and avoided, and when he entered the Church building he was placed near an open window... he made sure he didn't smell too good.

After the ill treatment he walked up to the pulpit... as ushers tried to dissuade him without success he made it behind the podium. After an aghast audience silently watched the horror... he piece by piece removed his rags... revealing his identity. It didn't take much "preaching" that morning to get some repentance from that cold crowd.

Paper Tiger... I think you have accomplished as much, or more!
Thank you for your post.
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: Hi Thuth

Thank you very much for your comments. I was not sure whether I should put this on rant rave. But I new if I did I would be sharing with friends.

May your God bless you for your kind remarks.
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago:
The Invisible Man
Talking to an imagionary friend.

Need we need to fear everything, Sam?

Is my fear a reflection of today?

But whatever the cause it's real Sam,

If you were a friend you would take my fear away.

Do you fear things as I do Sam?

Or do people see threats in a different way?

But whatever the cause it's real Sam,

I've never had anybody ever to take my fear away.

What do you think I should do Sam?

It would be nice to tell someone to take the fear away.

But even as a small child Sam,

Nobody has ever held me and said don't worry.

Even when I was helpless Sam,

Nobody ever said leave this one up to me,

I've never slept sound in my bed Sam,

No Gardian Angel has ever watched over me.

Now I don't mind hunger or pain Sam,

I can deal with this as I have since a young boy,

But you cannot get used to fear Sam,

Nobody's ever cared to hold my hand and smile.

The whole of my life has been cold Sam,

I thought that when I grew up I would cope,

But it's chasing the end of a rainbow Sam,

One day you just give up all hope!

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: As the Invisible man tries to sleep in the park he asks his imagionary friend for help.

Things are not getting any better, Sam,

Sleep just passes me by,

My eyes sting with tiredness, Sam,

Sleep just pushes me away.

I shut my eyes in desperation, Sam,

But when they shut it opens my mind,

There's a whole new world of fear in here, Sam,

Fear I have never ever left behind.

You're my only friend, Sam,

What do you think I should do?

Go back to drinking all day long, Sam?

I am so confused, and so scared too.

If I shut my eyes will you watch over me, Sam?

And maybe sing a small tune in my ear,

What would I do without you, Sam,

You've always been a friend and have carried me through.

No, it's no good Sam,

I just can't close my eyes,

So another day of exhaustion, Sam,

Will you stay and please he
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: The Ivisible Man lays in the park. He cannot sleep and begins to think about his addiction for drink.

How can a person explain what they do not understand?

I have said sorry a million times, in my life,

My addiction to drink is a mystery to me,

It is the slowest form of cancer,

It steals everything, but mostly respect.

It takes all your friends and the ones you love,

Then your possessions so even strangers despise you,

Loneliness and self hate are the ashes it leaves,

When you walk to get your fix people stare,

It steals everything, but mostly respect.

Sick hangs on your lips and stains your clothes,

But that does not matter there is a journey to make,

As you stagger to the nearest outlet to get your fix,

Children laugh because they don't understand,

That it steals everything, but mostly respect.

As you queue in line inside the store,

Gripping a bottle, hands shaking uncontrollably,

Embarrassment makes your sweat drip to the floor,

People look away disgusted, I wish I could look away too,

It will steal everything, but mostly respect.

Having real problems taking off the top,

Being sick with anticipation about the first swig,

Daring not to look at my reflection,

So truth does not look back at you,

I am disgusted as the first swig wretches,

It has now stolen everything, and all your respect.

I am so lonely!

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: As the early hours of the cold night make the Invisible Man shiver, he tries to think about other thing to escape the here and now


You are getting old now, you need to keep mind fresh,

Although, still, in your older years your blistered feet find old ways,

You pass hedgerows, briar's, dissapear around sharp corners,

Of the places you once used to know.

Maybe you were a bit simple?

Or maybe full of innocent guile?

And your old dry lips are, now too old, too chapped for kissing.

But can you remember the songs we all used to sing,

In the summer fields, so cavalier and careless,

Singing to the beauty of a brand new summers day,

So the beautiful sunlight and the wonderful birds,

Still keep you mind skillful and cunning,

As you sit under a tree you think the sweetest poetry,

Brilliantly formed, crying from every roof,

The spirit my friend is still the same,

The body, is a traitor, a traitor to weakness
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: 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 prison with no light.

Deep in my dreams I can remember the word kindness,

But it is only a word, one I have never understood nor met,

Would kindness walked hand in hand with nature?

Would it be a different emotion away from hate and revenge?

Was there once a word called gentleness?

From a time that some people cared?

No! There cannot be, because nobody cares,

Another legend from stories long time past.

So what happened to those long gone emotions?

Selfishness has taken up his sword and struck them down,

Did it also cut down the word friendliness?

What would it have been like to have a friend?

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: The Invisible Man gets up from his bench and as he has nobody he mutters to himself.


Come with me along a road, I built it myself,

Experience fear, black corners, black tunnels, strangeness,

The grass is coarse, trees lining my road are very wrong,

Listen to the whispers, from nobody, nowhere, hissing hate.

Conspicuous, and unwanted, taunts of filth and disgust,

Cold, icy, razor sharp swords lightly cut exposed parts,

I hear mourning, weeping, great anguish, I think it's my own,

I am tired, can't rest, I am too petrified to sleep.

The road is danger, I know some thing unthinkable waits,

For a weakness to show, maybe hunger, maybe, compassion,

Evil walks my road silent, glaring bitter revenge at me,

But the real evil is a cowardliness, I cannot escape.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: The Invisible man dreams of his school friends, good days, days that you will never forget, days that make you cry.

My beautiful friend on this day,

Rise up and dress and come away,

We will walk in wild woods and upon plains,

To stare into pools where water rains.

We will walk under a roof of green leaves ,

Under the spruce and garland weaves,

Leaning against the trunk of a tree,

Me holding you, you holding me.

Bluebells ringing as we walk by,

Holding hands the sun in his sky,

Bright with buttercups on this day,

Staring into eyes nothing to say.

Happy to be anywhere with you,

I wished that was the same for you too,

Feeling high walking by your side,

Floating, smiling, eyes open wide.

So on we walk so happy together,

Not really caring about the weather,

It does not matter to me what we do,

It never does when I am with you.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: As the Invisible man starts his daily rounds he remebers a young girl of six who understood.

There is no force that can take me from this place,

Maybe one, but only one, with a kind heart and hand,

Who else would dare touch my shoulders when bent low,

With courage, a brave friend who thought it not courage.

A Goddess in my brutal childhood days,

Radiating hope, when hope was hopeless,

Tall and strong as a friend, but she was small, tiny,

Standing next to her, I have to look up to her.

Making sorrow more beautiful than beauty's self,

And in the van-ward clouds of my wretched days,

Those who's malice and hate, created my hell,

One stood out and gave me strenth.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: At the age of twelve the Invisible Man lost his young love in a traffic accident. People say that at that age it is not real love. That is bull**** when this little girl died it was the most devestating,painful emotion, it made him drop to the floor in disbelief. The person who told him, He wanted to hurt that person for bringing such wretched news. The Invisible Man sees her face, hears her laugh remember pure beauty. It was the one beautiful thing he had ever had in his sorry little life.


Sometimes when I have the courage to enjoy sweet and silent thought,

My memory takes me back to things far off in the past,

I think of the loss of all the things I have had and lost,

My old sorrows become new sorrows so my silent time is waste.

Then my mind takes me along a road not used to flow,

For special friends hide in death's dateless night,

And I will morn afresh love's long since cancelled sorrow,

To grieve at my memories returned of many a vanished sight.

Then I will grieve at grievances for ever gone,

And tread heavily from sadness to sadness, over and over,

A sad account of fore-bemoaned sorrow,

In which I pay again, although paid before.

But in a while I think of you my dear friend,

Then my losses are restored and my sorrow ends.

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Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: The Invisible Man burst into tears, he wet face be buried in his thick overcoat, his memories beating up an already broken man


Sitting in a meadow, mind drifting, into a fifty yard blank stare,

Dreaming of my past times when I could go just anywhere,

But now in exile, I am a sad, lonely, bitter solitary, man,

Stuck in loneliness and friendlessness where I cannot plan to plan.

I look at bright-eyed daisies open, while the buttercups unfold,

Smelling scents, of long ago, like chalk, rubber, and sticky stars of gold

Above me great white clouds and bits drift along in a perfect blue,

I took all this for granted because I shared beauty with a few.

I am on the playground, running, laughing, hair silky in the breeze

Playing in the sandpit, short trousers, football, skipping, ignoring grazed knees,

Floating through each season, changing, as the spring of our lives unfold,

These are memories that are mine, they belong to me, mine till I am old.

Every now an then when I am tired and my eyes begin close,

Faintly, in the distance, a far off time, I hear sweet, sweet laughter as I doze.


Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: So the Invisible needs to be alone. He is so sad that, at this time, he cannot face taunts, hatred and visious spite. The memories of his young love are too much to bear. So he sits behind an electric box with his memories. They are all he has.


Sweet Memories.

When I think of you, I think of happiness and a golden day,

On the grass, outside class, making daisy chains, during play,

Friends moving, leaving, gone forever, we will never forget,

Side by side a down memory lane, a walk we should never regret.

Treading these pathways of the past, brings a big smile to my face,

When the grass was greener, and flowers smell stronger, a slower pace,

You were so tiny, such good fun, I would look foreward to school days,

Learning skills for life, that were not taught in the class, but in other ways.

I had known you all my life I am a very lucky man,

And I want to carry on knowing, remembering, you for as long as I can,

I still see you on the playground playing full of energy and health,

These beautiful days are my gold, my diamonds, my precious wealth.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: Still thinking of his young love The Invisible Man remembers a dream he once had.


Arm in arm, and smiling wide, we walked down a winding lane we know,

Beneath the elms where the black rooks crowd is the way we always go,

Golden light falls on your hair as the pale sun breaks through a cloud,

You are so beautiful in that winter sun the rooks start singing loud,

When we are together for me all time stands so still,

And when you touch or hold my hand it gives me such a thrill,

We walk through a gate into a field, striped green with winter wheat,

You stand in my way and lust look at me, my heart forgets to beat,

Holding on to each other now against the wind and rain,

We hide along the woods dark edge holding and kissing once again,

My eyes begin to open I must have fallen asleep,

I lost you years ago my love, but my heart is in too deep.

22 months ago: Charlie says, "Post Away, I would have devoted a whole Rave or Rant to each! Very moving poetry. Good Work. Thank You for sharing."
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: Thanks Dwayne, it's nice to share with friends.
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: The Ivisible man wanders into a shopping centre. Shoppers screw their faces and over react by holding their noses. The Invisible Man has seen this a thousand times. But today he has gone back in time so he ignores them. If only these people could read this mans mind, or understood a little more, instead of abuse they might hand him a tissue.

Across the fields of golden corn there are no subtle waves,

I stand and look, it takes me back to clean bright golden days,

I remember standing here with you, smiling at my side,

This was many years ago, your smile was broad and wide,

Often I stand in our place, seeing what we once both saw,

My eyes well up with warm tears like they always have before,

And through my tears I see you, looking across our favorite place,

So young, so pretty, so full of life, your smile made my heart race,

I have got by with my sadness, but It's been so very long,

You visit my dreams most everynight, in the morning you are gone,

And so starts another day of sadness and a heavy aching heart,

The words I need do not exist, it hurts to be apart,

So, I get on with my life, play the part of a very invisible man,

But deep inside, I hope we will be one again, I really hope we can.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: The invisible man goes behind the stores looking for some food, looking for anything. His mind is still back in the day when life was good.


It seems its always spring time when I walk down memory lane,

I think of holding hands with you as we stroll down there again,

The sun is shining the flowers budding along the pathway's of the past,

Your lovely mind, Your smiling face, your golden hair, are my memories that last,

No clouds dare to mar the sun's watery glow, which melts into skies of blue,

No shadows dare to mask the sun when I'm walking there with you,

From those golden times I remember happiness and never any tears,

Those were the most beautiful days of my life, the sweetest of my years,

For a short while I forget my loneliness, the dreadful loss, the hurting and the pain,

Its always Spring, and happiness, when I hold hands with you, down old memory lane.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: After thinking of dear dear things his mind goes back to a school outing he went on when he was abou six or seven


We went for a trip with the school yesterday,

To the Ovaltine Farm, not too far away,

The farmer took us around to see different things,

Like bulls and cows, noses pierced by rings,

We stood at looked at the Bull and cows,

The smell was awful we had our hands over our mouths,

I never imagined a bull was so big,

It mooed and snorted just like a pig,

We were then taken into the farmhouse nearby,

We were told to stand in a line we did not know why,

Then a large lady came in with a great big bag,

And began handing things out, she was smoking a fag,

I could not wait to get to the front of the line,

When I did I was given a tin of Ovaltine.

So when I saw how delighted you are,

I give you my treasure, my Ovaltine Jar.

sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: This is the Best Ovaltine Jar in the World.
I do collect beautiful glass, and this will shine through.
Thank you. PT.

Sunny
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: You are welcome

Terry
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago:
In my dream I am gazing at yellow pastures where silver waters thread,
Before the Invisible Man stopped coping he had a recurring dream that he would be allowed and welcomed home. How wrong could he be.

In Exile.

I have seen bright-eyed daises open and buttercups unfold,

I have seen these speading across water-meads a cloth of purest gold,

I have seen white clouds scud across blue skies changing shape as they go,

I have seen storms from a distance, lightning thunder, hail and snow,

I have seen pure white sheep graze beside a chrystal stream,

I have seen swallows playing games and cows giving cream,

But now I am far from home and my beautiful land, is still in my mind,

Yet even in spirit, even in exile, I am there dreaming, longing for more memories to find,

In my dream I am leaning on an old gate in the lane,

With May time in England and the fields turn to gold again,

In my dream I am listening to a skylark singing sweetly over my head,

In my dream I am free to return home some day,

But it is just a dream and I can't find a way.

sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: That's really pretty. Home is where you make it. I love where I once lived but my memories can't be taken away. Still have to move on.
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: The Ivisible man shuffled out on to a back yard.

His watery eyes scanned the garden and an old orchard,

There was his favourite, Almond blossom again,

He thought of his street and the blossom in the lane,

We are well past the bleak and bitter days,

With nothing on the stark and leafless sprays,

But now the buds uncurl and flowers bring,

The start of, new growth, another beautiful Spring,

The old gent stood by the wall where the old trees lean,

He has seen another winter but this one was mean,

In the sky a cloud of palest tint and tone,

Cast upon a grey,
time mellowed stone,

And through his watery old eyes he could see,

What a wonderful Spring this is going to be.

time mellowed stone,

And through his watery old eyes he could see,

What a wonderful Spring this is going to be.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: The Invisible Man walked the back streets when he could so as not to be abused and made fun of. Why don't people leave the man alone. As he was walking down a side street he saw a miricle.


Along a dark and dirty alley under anvil leaden skies,

Flowers on a window sill would come as a suprise,

And even if the grubby walls had not been blitzed and scarred,

Beauty does not last too long when life is grim and hard,

But in this misery, a splash of gold behind some grimy glass,

An oasis of loveliness, in squaller, if any chanced to pass,

To conjure up this strange scene beneath the darkened skies,

To bring daffodils into poverty cheers one walking by,

Someone in that ugly house that has caught the suns pale gleam,

Someone in that gloomy room had dared to dream a dream,

Someone wiser than they knew, had done a lovely thing,

And brought into that ruined street the magic of the Spring
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: As time went on the weather improved into spring making life much more pleasant for the Invisible Man.

There is a new song today ringing upon the leafless boughs,

Through the forests and the wood as nature starts to rouse,

Rouse and resurrect all life within the wintry hours,

To waken all the old sweet dreams of blossom, buds and flowers,

There's happiness and new hope today because of this good sound,

Which stirs an urgent upward thrust of green things in the ground,

This brings new joy into the hearts of everything that hears,

The wonderful song of spring it seems wipes away mans fears.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: As The Invisible Man sat on a bench on a fresh spring, early morning he had a wonderful suprise. A flower was starting to grow.

The first flower of the new season, the golden crocus, is boldly thrusting up,

Its petals they uncurled like a fist to catch the sunlight in its painted cup,

The first seasons crocus stands up proud and it seems to cheer,

Is it showing off its beauty before all the other flowers appear?

Then they come, the other members of the crocus family,

Dressed in the deepest purple, palest mauve and ivory,

We are dazzled by their beauty against the watery blue sky,

Don't forget they took the risk, the first of the first, to try.


Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: The Invisible Man goes window shopping.

A vagrant is told to leave a shopping mall.

Wadering around the shopping parade looking at nice things,

I feel people watching me, a bad day just begins,

A man in a uniform barks at me,"What you want round here?"

"I am looking in shop windows my friend, I though that would be clear"?

"Don't get funny with me old man," Mr uniform had to say,

"We don't want your sort around here, it ruins peoples day."

"But I am not bothering anyone, I like to see pretty lights,"

"Sometimes I want to be around people after long and lonely nights,"

"If you like to look at lights you scum there's some traffic lights out there,"

"Clear off you bum, go elsewhere, you are not allowed to stay in here,"

"Would you answer one question, what have I done wrong why do I have to leave?"

"Because you smell of garbage man, your making people heave?"

So I picked up my old plastic bag and trudged towards the door.

Past a crowd of lookers on, the uniform shouts, "And don't come here no more."

Rage burned my mind as the church going Christian's began to clap and cheer.

"We don't want you in our back yard I hope we have made it clear."

"By the way you bum, you look familier have we ever met before"?

"Newer in this world you haven't" I walk out through the door.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: Under the long grey hair, and behind the grey beard that doubles his real age,

Invisible walks out into fresh air, breathing heavily, face burning red with rage,

So once ouside, he walks up and down the same street for what seemed like hours,

Trying to shake off humiliation, hate and rage from these God fearing people of ours,

So Invisible find a bench outside the library walls,

Watching people pass him by, one old lady falls,

He jumps from his bench and helps the lady to stand,

A big man comes over and grabs his coat and pushes him to the ground.

"If I ever see you do that again I'll beat you till you die,

And just for a taste of what will come he hits him in the eye.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: Ivisible goes back and sits on his bench, hurt, confused, at a loss. To try and take this from his mind he thinks of nice things.


When I was a boy the sun always shone,

Running through grass that was ever so long,

Playing with friends I will never forget,

Growing old is the thing I really regret,

But I can dream and take myself back,

To days that were long when rules were slack,

I can see myself just standing there,

With straw and grass and the wind in my hair,

I can see my friends faces as clear as day,

Tell me, "Why does our youth get taken away?"

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: Still hurt still angry Ivisible takes himself back to happy days.

I was down amounst a field of golden corn,

It rolled like the sea when stroked by the breeze,

The nearly silent rustle of grain,

Bought me back to my normal senses again.

I was down amounst a field of golden corn,

It caught the sun as it swayed in the wind

The gentle golden sun hurt my eyes,

As the clouds moved across the deep blue skies.

I was down amounst a field of golden corn,

It swayed and it cracked in the gusts

I could hear a distant footstep draw near,

As my love came to join me sitting just here.

I was down amounst a field of golden corn,

And the sun began to warm my uncovered neck,

My love looked me in the eyes and held my hand,

On this special day with the corn on the land.

I was down amounst a field of golden corn,

The gentle breeze blowing my loves golden hair,

Her face came towards mine with a smile and a grin,

In this wonderful field I was kissed on the chin.

We were down amounst a field of golden corn,

The wind and the sun blowing and beating down,

Again the corn swayed like a soft wave on the sea.

I took a little straw ring in my hand then asked my love to marry me.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: Invisible looked at the sky and said to himself, it's going to rain. Back in the day rain was rain, not like it is now.


It's cold it's wet and it's pouring with rain,

The water in the gutters cascades down the drain,

I wonder how long the rain will stay?

It's probably set itself in for the day.

Cars drive past and splash puddles onto the path,

Stand there too long you will be getting a bath,

But look it's started raining harder and strong

The clouds have opened what else could go wrong?

What's that in the distance it's ever so loud?

Look! a big black menacing thunder cloud,

The wind has picked up it's moving in fast,

This terrible storm is going to last.
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: As the rain battered his shelter, the damp smells and the dampness reminded Invisible just far he had not com.

With the new housing projects everything was going to be OK. The authorities promised us.


The old slums of London were being torn down,

New factories were built on the outside of town,

This is what's needed for lower class employment,

Higher wages means better housing and much more enjoyment.

Also these estates created part time work for woman and men,

Such as driving, selling, electricians and skills with the pen,

This set the scene for a better standard of living,

But local authority housing was built in the hope they where giving.

The extra pool of labour would attract finance and growth,

Like industry, white collar work, unskilled labour, work for them both,

But the industry never appeared and ripped a big hole,

In unemployment, poverty, large families and claiming the dole.

So what had happened to this new housing plan,

People came from the slums, to get work for the man,

But in the end the only changes that were made,

Back to poverty and slums as the dreams of men fade.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: As the new residents moved to this haven outside the London Slums, to no work, no moner, no better off. The real reason they were here was because land prices had risen so swiftly in the capitol, it was easier to have people starvr ontside London so they develop London for people that could afford it.


Cans and crisp bags blow along the road,

High rise flats a gray, dark, granite cold,

Loads of dark corners, for shadows and fear,

Druggies and Lightning fiends swigging their beer

An estate built for the North of London overspill,

A concrete prison where weakness beats will,

Black bin liners ripped and spewing their loads,

Onto the humps the ramps, speed traps in the road,

So what do good people do when it gets late,

On this run down, gang ruled housing estate,

They all sit at home and they lock up their flats,

No welcome signs on their front door mats.

Dogs roam the streets pissing up posts,

Howling and barking at nothing or ghosts,

Chasing cats or rats or men on their bikes,

Stumpy small dogs have collars with spikes,

A man walks the estate while it is dark,

A gang of thugs see him from the park,

One walks over and headbutts his face,

This is our overspill human race,

While the man kneels down holding his nose,

The chav's circle round and get very close,

One starts to kick and the others join in,

The man lies unconsious they call it a win.

From behind a curtain someone saw,

The only way to help is by calling the law,

An escorted ambulance takes the man away,

But they have come too late, too late in the day,

The man had died because of this crew,

The chav's were proud, it's what they do,

They are living legends on their council estate,

Where newcomers deserve that sort of fate,

These people grow up and don't change at all,

It's just now, in the pubs, they have their brawl,

When they have beaten and stuck a glass in a face,

They are living legends again in this awful place,

There is only one way they can get to the top,

In their world it's all they know, it will never ever stop,

The only respect they will get in their life,

Is to show their mates they can handle a knife,

When they get old to old to fight,

They tell their tales of each drunken night,

So the grand kids think that grandpa is strong,

The culture feeds itself it goes on and on,


Paper Tiger
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22 months ago: Before I left this place thirty years ago there was a lot of violence and a lot of bullying. Some of these people took it too far. While sitting on my bench in a rage I decided to go and settle some business I should have done many years ago. As I got up and started walking, new strength surged through my body, I was ready to fight back.

Walking, head down, fighting against the wind and sleet,

It is night time, dark shadows, puddles soak my feet,

This is where I grew up a concrete mass of violence and hate,

But I got away from here, but to return has always been my fate.

The shining paths of wet tarmac reflect the light from the lamps,

Grey shadows in dark corners, freezing cold, drunken tramps,

Why do I feel the need to return to this place of hate and pain?

I must face my ghosts, my enemies, also my youth once again,

So now I walk down this rain sodden, littered, filthy street,

Looking for memories, and faces, and places, people to beat.

The stagnent culture of fear and poverty, the fast food smell,

Heralds my return, my return, back to the urban Hell,

There are many people, so many people, that I need to see,

I owe them a debt, for their badness, revenge, it must be.

Walking towards a pub that is a nest for these beast,

Must go there, and fight my ghosts, to earn my peace,

And so the dingy light from the nest comes into view,

A surge of joy and revenge, for the glory of what I must do.

Walking up the stone stairs to the public house door,

I am wondering why I have not done this before,

Then into the bar and the stale smell of fags and beer,

Takes me back to the days of hatred, revenge and fear.

I see at the bar stands a man that I once knew,

The scum of mankind, a bully, a thief and a nasty drunk too,

So I walk up behind and stand looking at the back of his head,

'Bully boy, do you remember me' my angry mouth said.

He turned around slowly a grin splitting his face,

He said 'What the **** are you doing here, here, in this place'?

'I have come to see you, you low life piece of ****,

My hand gripped a bottle and his head got a hit,

Falling to the floor and holding his ear,

I kicked him in the face, a crunch I could hear.

'I've been meaning to do that this last thirty year,'

But it's only just now that I conquered my fears,

So I went back out the door and stood in the rain,

My soul has been clensed, I can now live with myself again.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
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22 months ago: So I had stirred a memory in a few people, I wanted to be invisible for some more time. There were things to do and suprise was the key.

Back from the pub I quicly ran,

This is something I am glad I began,

So, I know the people I want, the ones going to get done,

This place turns you into a wild animal that stalks and savages for fun,

But now I have the taste I am not going back,

To live under tree or a broken shack,

And when I was walking that seventy miles,

Revenge kept me going but without loving smiles.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: In 1977 The Invisible Man went to prison for being involved in gang warefare. While he was doing time, a slippery grass, an excuse for a leech married my girlfriend.

It's Paybacktime!

I know where this slithering creature lives,

The ponce who takes and never gives,

So later that evening I went round his house,

My hands were twitching to get hold of this louse.

I thought I would make a dramitic imperession,

Ithrew a great lump of concrete through his front window.

As the snivelling coward ran out the back door,

He left his family to face the ferore.

But my fight wasn't with them,

And looked at his wife, my old girl

She was as fat as a pig, if she had a tail it would curl.
sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: I just saw the poems this morning. Paper what can I say. The writings are so beautiful and profound and each word paints a living picture.
What caused the Invisible Man character to become unseen to everyone including himself? He separated himself from society. Or did he become jaded and sick of it all?
Don't you think this should be a book? In the last poem, the woman lost all hope and she gave up. I find men like the one you described, the leech, must of drained her of who she was. It sounds like he took her soul. That happens quite a bit to vulnerable people. They don't even know it is happening to them while the other takes every bit of their life away. I've seen it many times. This is wonderful for this site. Sunny God Bless
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
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22 months ago: Hi Sunny

The words I have written about the I visible Man were meant for kind loving angels like yourself. The invisible man is ashamed and disgusted by his own cowardlyness and dispare.
The "Leech took Invisibles life. Invisible got him a good job, introduced it to people he cared about. It took anything and every away from a frigile, confused person.

If I were the Invisible Man and God said to me,"Forgive him and you can spend an eterhity in heaven." I would politly say no and walk down the steps to hell.

As a boy he probably came from a violent home, hiding and staying out all night so the drunken visiousness of his father could not use hin as a punchbag. As a small child I think Invisible tred to become invisible so he would not be on the recieving end. So as a boy it was a chioce of staying out in the woods at night where there was a risk. Or go home where the risk is real and it will happen.

Invisible,s mother once told this story to Invisibles wife. Mrs Invisible asked,"why did you never try to stop him?" The mother said I was too scared he might have started on me" Invisibles wife never spoke to that woman again.
sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: The up stairs to heaven or the steps down to hell.
I think I would choose to forgive but not forget; therefore, I could live my life in sanity (the stairs to heaven) but not trust ever again.
The very ones that you help will backstab because you are the vessel that they would like to be and are jealous of who you are and what you are; therefore, strip you of everything right to the end. You have to be smart and have the knowledge to watch your back from the deeds of people of that sort.
I could never understand a mother turning her back on a helpless child that is a victim in a family because she is afraid of her own skin. It is a weakness. No mother in her right mind would not save her child first. What gets me the silence that the child has to endure under those circumstances where the mother never shows her concern. It has to be a very painful exeriences that will never be forgotten; and, therefore,he remains invisible to himself where no one can see him anymore out of a shame that really isn't his burden.
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: I see Mr Invisible as a perfect victim. One of the troubles of being a victim is that you think that it is your own fault. So if Invisible had a particulary brutal day he would believe that somehow he was the cause of this violence. Invisible Junior, was sitting in the front room one day, his father, sober. He was combing his hair in a mirror then for no reason whatsoever he beat the **** out of Invisible Junior who had to go to hospital and tell them he fell down the stairs. Now the doctors and nurses were so kind and caring, their beautiful souls will be a cherished memory for ever. They showed kindness and compassion, I was sad to go home. I can see why people pretend they are ill just to go to hospital.
sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: Quite so, I agree. I would say there was jealousy maybe between attention from the mother to the invisible boy and all the attention on him. Insecurity on the mother's part. The Leech made her that way. She lost her soul to him.
The poem should end with the leech sitting behind bars and again the Invisible boy is no longer invisible but reaps his true deserving life of joy.
A happy ending.
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sunny2
22 months ago: Too bad the Mother would probably realize this at the end of her life but would not offer anything from herself to soften the blows.
Funny how people pass on without any resolve between children and parent.
sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: Was the Invisible Man just trying to make sense of it all looking through someone elses' eyes?
I would love to see this in a book, Paper. You have great talent.
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: A book would expose Invisible. He would not be invisible any more.
sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: Paper....With several good pen names it wouldn't. Maybe he should be out there for others to learn from and not take that road whis is exclusive to the invisible.
Thank you for your nice words that you said to me.
Your narratives were very adventureous. Sunny
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Paper Tiger
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22 months ago: A little poem about a little bird.

I would like to write a book about The invisible Man, But he must stay invisible.

I saw a bird up in a tree,
It sang and squalked and looked at me,
I imagine what it would be like to fly,
It makes me think and wonder why,
That little bird up in the tree,
Is probably thinking what its like to be me.

sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: And he probably is thinking he needs me, too.
The conscious mind goes far beyond what we know in all living things. I would think he would choose to be himself than human and be part of nature. He wouldn't be able to fly as you and I can only imagine it would be like.
Adorable poem.
sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: There was a man who had it all, but he doesn't see the value and mistreats and abuses everything and everyone who gets in his way path because of his greed and lust for power. He takes his children and his wife for granted and belittles them and prevents them from being all they could be. He becomes rich and arrogant but can't handle what is about to happen to him when he loses it all. In the meantime he controls those close to him with his money. In the end he can't turn to anyone because he has no friends and made enemies out of his family. This man also becomes invisible in life and dies without anyone there for him. Some people become victims of a person like this. So the invisible man strikes back for revenge because of the misdeeds of this cruel person. One person can change the course of anothers life for good or bad. That's just my take on invisible people. There are good and there are bad ones. Your guy was trying to get even and settle a debt. I didn't blame him. He is the hero.
sunny2
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22 months ago: I have to add the leech wanted total control. His home had to be broken down and his family unit destroyed. Add this to money, power, loser, control, and user, and you have a DEVIL. So I would rather take the stairs to heaven instead of choosing HELL where he is now.
Paper Tiger
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22 months ago: Mr Invisible was raised with no social skills, he did not understand the value of debate, the strucual infrasructure did not allow positive culture in any way. He was raised thinking the bad man was the good man. In a group of really nasty people one person stands out as not as bad as the others. That does not make that person a good person.
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sunny2
22 months ago: Mr Invisible was the better person because even though he didn't understand social skills or debate and was raised with a bunch of losers, he stood out to be the better man because he did know the difference even though he was not able to escape the prison that was created for him. I would say he was on the way to goodness. What more could you ask of him? He did what he had to do.
Paper Tiger
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22 months ago: Sunny

Thank you so much for reading this story, And a special thank you for trying to understand.

God bless you Sunny and may you have a wonderful life.
sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: You, too, Paper Tiger. It was my pleasure reading it. I enjoyed it and the analysing of the text.
I always look up to the sky where hope is. I hope that the invisible man has learned to be free by now and sees that life has a future and new beginning each day, and then the story can end there.
Sunny
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
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22 months ago: Look to the sky but Invisible will never be free. The Invisible Man was given an everlasting gift from his father. Alcoholism. But Invisible is recovering.
sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: If one looks to help others suffering from the same, the invisible man will be free and forget his demons. You turn it around and use everything that you've got to get the shackles off. People that look up at the sky have high goals and just imagine what you can find there. You don't allow anything to cloud the way.
The little inner child fights and keeps fighting to get free of it. The little child is innocent and free and should be protected at this point as an adult and is owed that much in his defense. He is the one that earned his due justice now in protecting who he really is and was meant to be.
Even if it couldn't be done then, it is never too late to preserve that child's well being in being the person he deserves to be and bringing him to that place. Sunny God Bless
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Paper Tiger
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22 months ago: Sunny.

If you had just run up a huge mountain and when you got down you were asked to run up it again. If you did when you came back down you would be doubly tired, And so, tired as you may be, you are asked to run up and down it again. The first time you did it you achieved a fantastic goal. How would you feel after say a hundred times?
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sunny2
22 months ago: I wouldn't do it again because the first time was a success. I would be a winner at the challenge. To ask again would be accessive and no one has the right to expect that of me, and I would probably knock that person out if I could. Nobody would be able to force me into beating me down to look bad and say you're no good. You can't go beyond your human and physical capacity. It should be left as it was not to alter the first time winning.
Paper Tiger
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22 months ago: This garden is The Invisible Man

I stood and looked and leaned on the gate,

This must be the place I am supposed to wait,

The garden path was old and worn,

Weeds grew around the garden's borders and lawn,

Fruit trees grew all over the yard,

I bet looking after this is very hard,

Then an old man walked up to the gate,

'You must be the man I asked to wait?

"Do you think you make this garden good?"

I'm much too old to dig or chop wood,

"Yes I'would like give it a try,"

"It will take some time and the weather dry,"

"But it's a lovely spot to enjoy and rest."

"I would love to start and I will do my best."

sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: Good Going! Try your best and that is the start of change.
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: Thanks for your true friendship, it is a very rare quality, It is the most precious gift anyone could give to any body.
sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: Paper And with that said we will end this story on a good note and a winning note.
Thank you for trusting me and that is rare and precious.
Sunny God Bless
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sunny2
22 months ago: Do whatever you can to keep that inner child alive and well.
It is about time for him to be taken care of. Something that was neglected before and no one would help so that child had to live with tears. It has had to wait a long time for some one to step up and help.
The invisible man can heal him. That being is deserving of reward and care.
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: After his first victory, The Invisible Man begins to believe that anything is possible.

I kept on running into the night,

Beating a man I know it's not right,

But the feeling was good as good as it gets,

I'm ashamed to say I have no regrets.

So was I recognised in my hometown,

The word on the street, is, the Invisible Man's around?

There will be gangs looking until I am found,

So I really must change the way that I dress

Get better clothes, clean up, don't be a mess,

I will have my hair cut and shape my old beard,

I will give fear to the fearnots and I will be feared.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: The Invisible man breaks into some shops, what has he got to lose? He steals expensive clothes, food and of course strong drink, shoes, money a new coat, scissors and a mirror. He breaks into an old shed on the golf course and makes it tidy as this is his new home.

Beside my home, my shed, I stood,

And looked at the building, we had a bond,

A bond of sadness both of us old and broken,

Niether had been caressed, for years, by a human hand.

My hut was welcoming I did not feel like running away,

I have to start somewhere so this place is as good as any,

Because the hut itself was abandoned to decay.

Not many people would come this way.


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Paper Tiger
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22 months ago: Invisible dozed and when twilight came through the dirty window he just sat and looked uot on his sorroundings.

Dampness and misery prevail the stagnant still air,

With drops of dew hanging on hedgerow thorns,

It gltters and falls on the grass and spring corn,

The wild-fowl cries upon the waterlogged mere.

I could no movement but I could hear,

The sound of splashing wings and cries,

Now the rook is flying and it sails on the wind,

Looking to survive on the food it will find.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: As the rook dissapears Invisible goes into the fifty yard stare. It is an inbuilt safety measure to block things that don't bear thinking aboult. He stare stops when he comes to a thistle, did Invisible remeber a ryme about a thistle. Invisible was now enjoying himself, digging into the darkest recesses of his mind trying to remember the ryme. Did it go something like this?

Lightly flies the thistle down,

So elegent and light does it float,

Nature plants this wieghtless gown

A thin and feather like coat.

Strong and tuff is the thistle down,

The wind blows and makes it fly,

Even in the slightest breezes,

Against the deep blue morning sky.

To sit and watch the thistles down,

Is a wonderful way to pass the time,

But when the last one is blown and flown,

Nature has done its thistle down day.

Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: Invisible sat on his old coat not knowing what to do next so he spoke to his imgionary friend Sam.


There have been some dreaful changes, Sam

This place is evil, corrupt and more,

But never were there such changes .Sam,

In any days ever before.

The world's gome mad you can depend on it,

All the old times are upset,

We will soon be in our coffins , Sam

Lets make the world not forget.

It warm for spring too warm, Sam

Yesterday as I shuffled around the town,

The changes have happened . Sam

All in under thirty years,

Looking around my native town, Sam

I was thinking as I stood,

I looked for reassurance, Sam,

It did not do any good.

So where am I in this place,

Please listen to me Sam,

I looked around and all was strange,

Is this a horrible sham?

So while I've been gone the world has turned,

Our old places are so diferrent today,

You close your eyes for a moment. Sam,

And all of the old things go away.

These men that live on this estate now, Sam,

It seems the dice is cast,

Sam the old times could could not come back now,

So it's good bye to the past.
Paper Tiger
Paper Tiger
England
22 months ago: It is a lovely day so Invisible sits on the brown scorched grass outside his hut.
Sing a made up song as he enjoyed his day


It will be soon midsummer of a fleeting year,

The sward will be brown, flowers faint and few,

Songbirds are hushed all but a faint but clear song

And 'larum of the bird-boy reach the ear,

Through the warm air floats forth lime's sweet scent,

And wayside branches have lost the rose's bloom.

The corn is golden along a thousand sea like slopes,

All crisply rustling to a living breeze, and dancing.

And amoung the billowy sound of summer trees,

I wander, pondering on departed hopes, people I have lost,

Pleasant lives departed, taken far too soon.

I walk alone, and will forever for I am lonely-hearted.

What of those blest affections have I found and lost,

As we grow life should ripen like its summer corn.

Which has from my feeble weakened grip been torn,

Of all the love with which young life was crowned?

Hearts, which if I would seek, I would not know where to look,

I only know wer to find their graves, they have long been there.

These lives fell away like leaves when life was too new,

Stabbed by grief to which the fairest clings, to hopes for,

I have lived on through many springs, hope always lets me down

No greeness, or happyness follows where those first buds died,

Still glows the heart, but it glows without the power of love,

Her image is with me daily, straight from her good heart,

Of joys, proud thoughts, sweet sympathies now we are apart,

Which I drink in like one who thirst cannot be quenched,

Fearless that her, like no man's weak faith should fall,

Her face should darken, or her pleasures are small.

Yet, why should I be sad? for I have found,

One true companion, one dear, dead soul is mine,

Who talks in my mind and does sooth, amuse, refine,

And on my heart, one day, will be a cheerful sound,

Of light footsteps in my ears, that I have been found,

Even today in my hopes and joys I remember my happier years.

Then though the false depart, and the weak descend,

Through lights which seemed immortal will cease to burn,

My bitter tears of mourning will put out the light,

Life's sorest sight, lifes work, lifes love without end,

sunny2
sunny2
22 months ago: She had to be a very beautiful lady for you to carry those feelings that light up your poem.
It recalls the words of the song to me: "Until the twelfth of Never I'll still be loving you." Very few have this Paper.
sunny2
sunny2
21 months ago: Paper have you written any more?
I would love to read them. It's a rainy day, and it would be a welcome change to read something nice. Sunny
sunny2
sunny2
15 months ago: Any more poems, Paper?
Haven't seen you on here for a while.
sunny2
sunny2
14 months ago: Paper Tiger,
Where is the invisable man now and how is he? I read the poems over again. I really enjoy them. They make you think. But where is he now leaving us without words?
Sunny

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