Putting The Visible in So Called Invisible Illnesses Through Poetry

By Yvonne Marrs

A selection of fifty poems written by Yvonne Marrs looking at So Called Invisible Illnesses from a sufferer's point of view.

From here, a charity music single was produced by Sir Joshua Francis, in order to raise awareness for fellow sufferers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WTSMP Publications
• Release date: Jun 2, 2017
• ISBN: 9798201146030

Yvonne Marrs

Invernesian Yvonne Marrs (1982-present day) has loved writing for as long as she can remember, moving to the London area at the age of 19 to pursue her dream of becoming a published author. Yvonne graduated from UHI (Inverness College) with an HND in Administration and Information Management, a set of skills she puts to good use to organise herself and her work - especially as she has her own publishing company, WTSMP Publications. Currently Yvonne has published several fictional series - the 'When The Sax Man Plays' series, the 'Football Crazy' series, the 'Aiden Lewis octet', 'Can't Buy Health' series and 'Undeserved'. Yvonne dreamt up the idea that formed the "When The Sax Man Plays" (WTSMP) series after falling in love with saxophone music, and being inspired by Leona Lewis' dream X Factor win. To throw an ordinary person in an ordinary job, with an extraordinary talent into superstardom is the story behind WTSMP. The central character, Jason Bottelli is such a person, although we soon discover he is far from ordinary! If you like your fiction easy going, entertaining, enthralling and heart-warming, you'll fall in love with the musical romance that is the WTSMP series. The ever popular "Football Crazy" series follows our central character, Aiden Lewis, as he rises through the football ranks. From club player to International sensation; through to his management career, leading England into the World Cup and then his brother's local team, the London Giants, from nowhere into the Premiership as the series progresses. Aiden's story continues with the 'Aiden Lewis octet', finishing with 'Undeserved'. There are standalone books as well as those in a series: 'Castiliano Vulgo' - a fictional work on 16th Century London life written using both Elizabethan English and Modern English. 'Inexorable' - a murder erotica written as part of the NaNoWriMo challenge in 2016. 'Putting the Visible into So Called Invisible Illnesses' - a work of 50 poems about living with invisible illnesses, as Yvonne does. 'Harbourtown Murder' - a murder mystery set in fictional Cornwall where a stray cat is the only witness.

Book preview

Stinks (Like Manure)

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In my teens I was athletic

Now I feel pathetic

Always seeming to be apologetic

And hardly ever energetic

But trying to make my thoughts poetic.

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My appetite can be described as choosy

My drink is never boozy

Ensuring that my head is never fuzzy

Although at times it can be muzzy

As my thoughts turn bluesy.

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I try to stay demure

Instead I come over obscure.

My heart and my intentions are pure

I know this, even if others are unsure.

For my condition there is no cure

The fact no painkiller works makes me dour

Now the friends I have are even fewer

Life stinks (like manure)

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A tight chest makes me wheeze

Anxiety makes it harder to breathe

My joints often lock and seize

With pain that never seems to ease.

Tasks that were easy are no longer a breeze.

There is no release.

There is no peace.

Although the pain may decrease.

It will never cease.

It will never cease.

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I try to stay demure

Instead I come over obscure.

My heart and my intentions are pure

I know this, even if others are unsure.

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For my condition there is no cure

The fact no painkiller works makes me dour

Now the friends I have are even fewer

Life stinks (like manure)

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I hate people who schmooze

Fake sincerity they do ooze

This life I did not choose!

My patience I tend to lose

Until I completely blow a fuse.

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I don't smoke or booze

I don't rely upon regular brews

Nor do I have an addiction to shoes

Bags, however, my plastic I will abuse.

Afternoons I prefer to snooze.

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I try to stay demure

Instead I come over obscure.

My heart and my intentions are pure

I know this, even if others are unsure.

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For my condition there is no cure

The fact no painkiller works makes me dour

Now the friends I have are even fewer

Life stinks (like manure)

Mirror

The girl in the mirror isn't you

Bags under her eyes a purple hue

Skin white as morning dew

The girl in the mirror isn't you.

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The girl in the mirror isn't you.

The reflection you see lies to you

Imperfections highlighted though they are few

The girl in the mirror isn't you.

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The reflection you see