Our invisibility is the essence of our oppression. And until we eliminate that invisibility, people are going to be able to perpetuate the lies and myths about gay people.
quote by Jean O'Leary
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Invisibility?
Oh the irony
Of invisibility
Many people wish
To be unseen like a fish
But in reality
They’d rather people see
For when they are not there
People talk and share
Truth and gossip hurt
Make them feel like dirt
But what hurts the most
When they’re like a ghost
Is that people don’t see they’ve gone…
Oh the irony
That many people wish
For invisibility
To be unseen like a fish
But in reality
When they’re not there
They’d rather people see
For people talk and share
Truth and gossip hurt
But what hurts the most
And makes them feel like dirt
Is when they’re like a ghost
People don’t see they’ve gone…
poem by Brian McMurdo
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A great wind swept over the ghetto, carrying away shame, invisibility and four centuries of humiliation. But when the wind dropped people saw it had been only a little breeze, friendly, almost gentle.
quote by Jean Genet
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My Name Is Silence
when i introduced
my name to you
i know i have violated
the code of my
ancestors
i know i have disobeyed
the command of my
father
because silence
cannot be uttered
and uttering it
simply negates its
essence
when you write about
silence
the word begins to
shout
and silence runs away
losing itself
like light blending
with light and then
what you see
is nothing
but itself in invisibility
hiding in its own body
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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0192 Abundance
I am overwhelmed
by the abundance
in my poverty;
the riches that I find
in knowing that I own nothing
I am dazzled
at the ugliness
in my mind;
seeing
the beauty in my soul
I am humbled
by the truth of my lies
when I understand
that to lie
one must first know truth
I am radiant
in the invisibility
of goodness
when I close my eyes
to all else
(to Rilke)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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When we really worship anything, we love not only its clearness but its obscurity. We exult in its very invisibility.
quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton
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This invisibility, however, means that the opportunities for creative research are infinite.
quote by Barbara Smith
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I would say invisibility would be sort of a fun power to have just to see what it was like to move through the world and not be looked at.
quote by Kevin Bacon
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Planets' Realm
Make the realm of invisibility a sphere,
On this travel like a planet to the other stare.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Law-abiding citizens value privacy. Terrorists require invisibility. The two are not the same, and they should not be confused.
quote by Richard Perle
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As Sad As Actions Like These Are
When misleading intentions have a purpose,
To perpetuate a deception of those beliefs...
Others may have of their family members,
Business associates or even their close friends...
To turn most of them into enemies,
By just a few envious with their own jealousies...
Wishing to smear with lies an increasing hatred they keep.
It is a sad discovery of commentary too true to disbelieve.
And as sad as actions like these are...
They are a direct result,
Why people choose to keep their distance and far...
From those deceivers and those easily deceived.
To leave behind them and time wasted,
For all to find a way to eliminate from their minds...
Who victimized their activities,
With the planting of those seeds that fed their miseries.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some People
Some people fleeing some other people.
In some country under the sun
and some clouds.
They leave behind some of their everything,
sown fields, some chickens, dogs,
mirrors in which fire now sees itself reflected.
On their backs are pitchers and bundles,
the emptier, the heavier from one day to the next.
Taking place stealthily is somebody's stopping,
and in the commotion, somebody's bread somebody's snatching
and a dead child somebody's shaking.
In front of them some still not the right way,
nor the bridge that should be
over a river strangely rosy.
Around them, some gunfire, at times closer, at times farther off,
and, above, a plane circling somewhat.
Some invisibility would come in handy,
some grayish stoniness,
or even better, non-being
for a little or a long while.
Something else is yet to happen, only where and what?
Someone will head toward them, only when and who,
in how many shapes and with what intentions?
Given a choice,
maybe he will choose not to be the enemy and
leave them with some kind of life.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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Let me go over this again on the reclaiming the civil rights movement. People of faith that believe that you have an equal right to justice - that is the essence. And if it's not the essence, then we've been sold a pack of lies. The essence is everyone deserves a shot - the content of character, not the color of skin.
quote by Glenn Beck
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Invisibility
masters in the art
of invisibility
are hard to find
hard to follow
merging into still
dark night air
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Carrying A Self
you carry a self with you
and you barely know who
but just the same you carry it with you
simply because you can't go
you can't be without that self
that 's you, and sometimes
what the self wants you
simply can't do but you must
lest there be a division within
and so in yourself there are rooms
where you and this self and the
rest can be at home....
give each a space to be itself and
yourself, toast and celebrate...
then mind you, you smile
now, there is unity in this diversity...
lust, love, greed, charity, silence
noise, solitude, crowd, cowardice,
bravery, honesty and some much
needed lies, visibility and invisibility...
you must learn, these are necessities.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Lunar Musing
The moon inset itself on the blue of the daytime sky,
Appearing like some fogged-up monocle,
Reminding us of it's ever presence,
But also it's invisibility.
Strikes me it's the same for those with fogged-up minds.
poem by Greg Costello
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I see something wrong
Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.
We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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The Silent and The Invisible
the atom
has since then
resisted
visibility
when you probe
it
you can see it
dance
in such a
beautiful randomness
that mathematics
cannot measure
it bounces like
happiness
it does not talk
about it
neither does it
demand that
there be meaning
to randomness
i guess it has
something to do
with the complete
silence
and its invisibility
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Invisible
Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually even here:
If the space where I am supposed to be is, indeed, just clear.
Stood in a queue, a man walked in, and got served first:
It makes me so annoyed, that I feel like I want to burst.
Do people just not actually see me standing there?
Or is it because I’m so quiet, they basically just don’t care?
People don’t seem to worry how long, I may have been waiting.
Although, my pushiness factor doesn’t score that high a rating!
Sometimes in the street, I say ‘hi! ’ to people who I see,
But they don’t even react and just look straight through me.
When a guard on a train enters my carriage, and shouts ‘Tickets please! ’
How come he bypasses me and it’s only everyone else he sees?
When a person acknowledges that I was next in line, I’m very grateful,
But people who push in front of me, I find just very hateful.
When people queue jump, maybe I look the type, who won’t say anything,
And, maybe, that makes them feel important, just like a king.
If going round a room asking for input, a teacher got sidetracked,
Very rarely, to me, to ask for my opinion, would they come back.
Everyone is important, and everyone really matters.
If people are ignored, their confidence gets battered.
Doesn’t it ever matter to you, what I may think?
I always seem to be the invisible missing link!
If people can see and if, in their head, they’ve got eyes.
The fact that I’m stood there, how can they not realise?
Feeling invisible most of the time is certainly no joke;
I sometimes feel as if I’m wearing an invisibility cloak!
But, when I did my drama exam, I wasn’t ignored,
And, my sense of being, up to the sky, really soared.
That was my moment: it was my moment in time,
And I took the opportunity to prove, that I really could shine.
Maybe I just need to learn to appear as though I’m bold,
So as I no longer feel that I’m being left out in the cold.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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In A Tired Loop
I have found a way to eliminate misunderstanding.
And that is not to say a thing to anyone,
To be misinterpreted to be said to someone else.
Or be embellished to exaggerate with a doing,
Someone may entertain while they offend another.
I have found a way to eliminate misunderstanding.
And this works for me to keep others from misquoting,
In a 'he-said' 'she-said'...
'They-told-them' WHEN in conversation with me exchange.
And I had not seen to speak to anyone in months.
People will do and say anything,
To keep themselves in a tired loop.
And try to hold someone else accountable for their lies.
And I have been vicitmized too many times,
By those who had found the doing of it convenient.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Last day (for Karen)
As I walked away
I decided not to go to their party.
I pushed my sadness and shame
into a vault and shut it tight.
I let you and I down.
You, that big institution called school
and me, the little number on the list;
missed.
Years of invisibility did it,
ignored by my peers,
avoided by teachers, except for their sneers
Now I was free.
School never ever liked me.
poem by Ruth Walters
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