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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Sir Duke
Music is a world within itself
With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands
But just because a record has a groove
Dont make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter a
When the people start to move
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
Music knows it is and always will
Be one of the things that life just wont quit
But here are some of musics pioneers
That time will not allow us to forget
For theres basie, miller, satchmo
And the king of all sir duke
And with a voice like ellas ringing out
Theres no way the band can lose
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
I can feel it all over-all over now people
Cant you feel it all over
Come on lets feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
Everybody-all over people
Notes: corrected by [email protected]
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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0015 The Couple on the Station Platform
There’s this couple
they’re standing there, not close enough
to be about to kiss and separate,
one for the train, the other
more slowly back, but close
people pass them, one way, the other,
they’re still; they’re calm, it’s an important decision but
they’re sensible people, they’re
going to make this together,
give each other space, take it
slowly so that
years and children on from now
they’ll look back and know
they did the right thing at the time
whether they’re together then or
happily two different families,
two different partners,
no regrets.
if they’d been standing like that for
just five seconds, they’d be simply
deciding whether there was time
to grab a quick snack or whether
to risk what’s on the train but
they’re still standing there; time
is less important than that
they should decide together so that
they’ll feel the same way forever
as they feel soon, when the moment comes
that they know what they’ll do
this is not a film, or some poem which
has a beginning and an end
it's now and it’s two lives
and I, an onlooker drawn in
a passing glance, into these two lives,
am caring for these two people
I know nothing about, so much that
I cannot bear to know the outcome
in case I know too much
even though I know they’ll make
the right decision. I
walk on, slowly, as if I’m
carrying something important that
I’ll unpack later.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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10. 14. 99 2
The sweet hot(? ) of the passing hour
My make ups starting to crack
People talk behind my back
And I dont like that
See the man of the moment
Trying to get himself in my shot
Telling everyone hes not
Confidence artist
Theres so many people
Theres so many people
Theres so many people
You gotta settle the score
Look a little bit closer now
See if the side you can take
The suspense has to got break
And it will someday
Still life in a darkened room
Will be flooded with light
And it might make you uptight
But you wont die from exposure
Theres so many people
Theres so many people
Theres so many people
You gotta settle the score
Theres so many people
Too many people
No no no
Im just enchanted now
Some other time
If youre seeing something
That youre not supposed to see
Youll be charged a penalty
And youll pay forever
I been working night and day
Building sets on a lot
In a land that time forgot
Captured here in my camera
Theres so many people
Theres so many people
Theres so many people
You gotta settle the score
Theres so many people
Too many people
No no no
Im too enchanted now
Some other time
Some other time
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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You And Me(song)
i dont care what people think about me
i dont care what people say about me
i dont care about anything around me
all i care about is you
the thought of being with you makes me happy
your voice makes me tingle all inside
your name gives me this feeling i cant explain
i love you and those are the only words that explain how i feel about you
i dont care what people think about me
i dont care what people say about me
i dont care about anything around me
all i care about is you
you and me thats how were ment to be
you and me thats all we'll ever be
both of us together as one forever
i dont care what people think about me
i dont care what people say about me
i dont care about anything around me
all i care about is you
you give me feelings i cant explain
you make me feel like i never felt befor
i cant seem to get you out of my head
i dont care what people think about me
i dont care what people say about me
i dont care about anything around me
all i care about is you
i dont care, i dont care
all i care about is you
poem by wendi Collier
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A life of standing and waiting
Standing in the bus queue
it's twenty minutes late again
when you get on the bus is full
public transport what a pain.
Standing in the post office
fifteen minutes just for a stamp
stood in a long line of people
now my back hurts it must be cramp.
Standing at the railway station
waiting for a train that's been delayed
and when it finally bothers to arrive
we're told there's an engine fault I'm afraid.
Standing in a queue outside the cinema
been looking forward to this film all day
but after waiting patiently for half an hour
I'm told it's now full so I have to go away.
Standing about and queueing is what we do
I wonder if it's like this in Heaven when you pass away?
knowing my luck I'll be in a long line of people
only to be told your in the wrong place so go away!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Hated Shadows
Happy people
with happy faces
Do happy things
in happy places
Little to worry
little to care
Never are sorry
never are there
Through the Viel they live
they cannot see
people around them
people like me
People Invisible
people Divisible
We are not important to happy people
we do not exist
broken shadows of broken people
Happines Glows
Shadows can not exist
With their happy lives
their happy husbands and happy wives
their happy bars
their happy cars
they shine brite
like stars
The shadows
look onto the light with envy
knowing they cannot co-exist
feel hopeless
lost
sedentary
singular
Hated.
poem by Jon Trahan
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Is This Our Life?
Now a day we judge by faces
What people do in certain places
About some people we see and complain
Even tough we see the face but know not the name
Some police turn corrupt
High morale girl turned into a slut
People would now rather tell a lie
Then tell the truth which makes me sigh
The good gentleman is now a myth
Watch the average man you’ll get my drift
And the perfect lady is also gone
With now skirts short rather than dress’s long
People no longer care about others worldwide
And if they do then Ive just lied
But they no longer care what happens
As long as they can eat and there stomachs fatten
And it also makes me feel disgust
That now so many people feel petty lust
And if you’re reading this and thinking god that’s me
I’m just glad that now you see
poem by Daniel Laurence
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Mocking Myself
I love to mock myself
and do it all the time.
I like to tell people that I’m mean
when it should be kind.
I like to say I’m ugly,
but no one believes me.
I like to degrade whatever I do,
but others don’t like that too.
The problem is you see,
is my self-esteem.
I haven’t got one,
if you know what I mean.
I don’t feel important,
that no one would feel my loss.
(Except for my wife of course)
So if you see me mocking myself
and I do it all the time,
don’t worry about me,
because it is just the way I feel,
about myself all the time.
I know people who can feel content
with the lives they lead,
but if they led mine
they would find no contentment there.
31 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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All Things To All People
all people have worries
worries that wake them
worries about things yet to come
worries about worries are what worry some
i look out my eye
and behold I see people
big bold beautiful people
i see brown people
gold people
yellow people
red people
orange people
purple people
pink people
white people
yet I don’t see colored people
i see a people as one
a people capable
a people that should be grateful
grateful for the blessings that we can all share as people
to love
to grow
to build
to sow
people in my neighborhood
people it’s all good
undivided by vanity
an unbroken sea of humane humanity
people must rely on a shoulder to cry one
we all are people
we are people
old and young
rich or poor
used or new
let us be valued as people
let us value each other as people
persons
beings
individuals
not things
people
and all things to all people
to all nations
at all stations
in every situation
poem by Harlan Lovestone
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A view of the queue...............
I'm sitting outside a café
as my feet are killing me
from walking too much,
I've heavy bags and it's hot.
I watch a queue for Vue - Cinema,
they're showing Avatar.
The queue is getting longer
and people start to sweat.
A couple of guys down the front
start making whooping noises,
loudly, like they're apes.
I don't get it, at first,
but then I notice they're behind
a black man and they're
gesticulating to him.
I begin to feel uneasy.
The black man is big and stocky,
he ignores the thugs
but they won't stop.
People in the queue do nothing.
There's an old couple standing
next to the black guy.
The old lady starts to fidget,
she moves towards her husband.
The queue still does nothing
and the black guy stands stock still,
like a ship that's sailed into harbor
big and grand and masterful.
His invisible flag is flying high
and he stands there proud and firm.
The little old lady is still fidgeting
and the thugs are making ape noises.
The black man does nothing
and the queue does nothing.
Me, I watch from the café
and I do nothing, I'm scared.
People passing by start to gawp
start to stare and the queue does nothing
The little old lady starts to shake,
she's looking pale. She fidgets.
I get up from my seat in the café,
I will have to walk past the queue,
the thugs and the black guy.
Instead I walk right up to them.
I go up to the biggest thug,
say, "excuse me for interrupting".
Then I pick up my very large bag
and swipe his evil face with it.
I didn't know I had it in me,
I'm that sort of woman!
I'm shaking; He staggers back;
__________ and does nothing.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Who Can Care About Friends?
Who really care about friends?
People care about their friends, some can change difficulty into a smile.
Some people can Understand you better than other. People will never gonna share your secret to other,
because they care about you. You are that kind of a jewel to some people,
people can give you all their love to hold.
People always near, when you need them, all you have to do is just call them.
People are always here to help you.
It doesn't matter what struggle you have, It doesn't matter where they are, it doesn't matter when,
when you need them just call them, for me, I was born just to be friends with people and other.
Just think that people are in your universe of obligation and you too.
poem by Djabir Yaya
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My Daddy's So Funny
My daddy’s so funny; always making me laugh
But, he’s the best daddy anybody could have
Every time he comes around he has something funny to say
On days when I feel down daddy can always makes my day
My daddy’s so funny even when he’s not trying to be
He has a way with words and gestures that always tickles me
He makes funny expressions, and he’s so witty too
He’s so funny he’ll make you forget you were feeling blue
My daddy’s so funny, but he is also sweet
He will do anything to help someone else; even get them off the street
You can find him givin’ change, or just standing up talkin’
To a person that most people would look at and just keep on walkin’
My daddy’s so funny, but he is such a good provider
He would do anything to take care of his family, even use the car like a taxi driver
I’ll never forget the time he got up at 5: 00 in the mornin’
He walked me all the way to my train stop, even though it was stormin’
My daddy’s so funny, but helped raise us girls so well
When my mama told us “no, ” we couldn’t run to him and tell
He taught us to be dainty and to act like ladies
He was always involved in our lives from the time that we were babies
My daddy’s so funny, but he takes good care of my mother
No matter how tough times would get, he always stood by her
He has been with her for more than 50 years
With her he has shared much marital bliss and many tears
My daddy’s so funny, but there is something you should know
He might laugh and joke a lot, but he takes life seriously though
His personality and the things he does are not for him to be seen
He just is who he is, and really loves people; from that we can all glean
My daddy’s so funny, when you ask him what he has to give
He’ll tell you in a minute, “I got mo’ cold cash than you got days to live! ”
My daddy is so funny, when I just think about him I laugh
I thank God for my daddy, one of the greatest gifts any girl could have.
poem by Deidre Blair
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Dont
Walking round this metropolis
With its buildings that reach to the clouds
There must be millions of people out there
Walking round with their heads bowed
This city kills me, but it thrills me
Now somethings gone and held up the crowd
Theyre pointing at a man standing high on a ledge
And somebody just cried out loud
Dont look down at the people below, oh
Dont look down
Its a long way to fall and Id sure like to know
What made it happen, sure makes you think
Must have been something special
To send him to the brink
Down here on the sidewalk, hes clearly in view
Then a voice shouts up to him
Try thinking it through but whatever you do
Chorus:
Dont look down
At the people below, oh
Dont look down, things might start looking up
You just never know
Hes heard the cries of the lunatics facing defeat
The cheers of the winners
Who are dancing in the street
Perhaps the crime and corruption finally got through
And the violence of the city
Just broke him in two
Now a voice from the queue shouts
Chorus
Dont look down, dont look down
Down here on the sidewalk
Its stopped all our lives
People are talking instead of just walking by
Before this happened it was just another day
Now people are talking instead of walking away
Now were gripped by this tragedy
Our blood starts to pump as we all shout together
Dont jump, dont jump
Chorus
Dont look down, we all shouted out, oh
Dont look down
Its a long way to fall and Id sure like to know
What made it happen, guess well never know
Now the suns come out
Looks like hes standing on a rainbow
Hes in the heavens, Im standing on the ground
Saying dont look down
song performed by by Kinks
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People Action
PEOPLE ACT CRAZY
BUT THE TRUE TELLS
IF
THEY
AREN'T AROUND
THEM EVERYDAY
BUT IF YOU
KNOW THAT
PERSON IS FAKE AND NOT SERIOUS
AND IF THEY THINK THAT PERSON IS ALWAYS
THATS DOESN'T MEAN THEY
ACTUALLY LIKE OR LOVE AND
THEY DON'T HAVE TO PUT UP
WITH THE FACT THE PEOPLE AREN'T HAPPY.
THESE ACTS ARE CALLED
PEOPLE ACTION
PEOPLE ACTION
OUR ACTION ARE WHAT HURT PEOPLE THAT WE LOVE AND CARE ABOUT. DON'T LET THE PEOPLE ACTION EFFECT WHAT YOU FEEL ABOUT PEOPLE YOU CARE, LOVE, AND LIKE HURT THEM AND YOU.
poem by Jordan Ray
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People Say...
People say I'm lazy, but to me I'm just mellow
People say I'm crazy, sometimes I agree
People say I'm ugly and maybe thats the case
But since when do you judge someone by the shape or colour of their face
People say a lot of things but i don't listen anyway.
People say I'm a scruff, the way i dress is the way i feel
People say I talk crap, who cares it makes sense to me
People say i should get a job, but i couldn't hold one down
People say I'm a mess. Now i do agree there
But I am who I am.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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People
Im forever struck
By the people in this town
And the way they go about their world
Have they given up
All the fun they used to have in adolescent xanadu
Everything is too much time and trouble
They must be seen as being respectable
Theyre too busy with their social climbing
Waiting for a rise
Chorus.
Why cant people just be people
When they were young
They would wish for the summer evenings that would never end
Now the days too long
And the key to life is locked away in childhood memories
Some people judge a man as reasonable
If the wine he buys is seasonable
Theyve time for friendship if its advantageous
And causes no pain
Chorus:
Why are people so deceitful
Why cant people just be people
There is more to the world
Than is offered by the soap and war found on the tv screen
And there is more to this life
If you would only take the time to look within and find the key
Dont believe words when theyre superficial
Dont put your trust in values artificial
Let your heart do the talking for a little
And feel yourself shine
Chorus:
Why cant people trust in people
Why cant people just be people
Find the time and youll realise
Life isnt too much time and trouble
(repeat til fade)
song performed by by Level 42
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Forever In Love
(lowe/tennant)
------------------
(people in love people in love people in love people in love
People in love people in love people in love people in love)
(I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it,
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it,
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it,
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it)
(people in love people in love people in love people in love
People in love people in love people in love people in love)
(take it from the top)
Did you ever walk on a stormy night
Oblivious to the rain?
Did you ever decide that the time was right
When youd never go home again?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
(I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it,
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it,
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it,
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it)
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
(ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-ye-yeah
Ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-ye-yeah
Ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-ye-yeah
Ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-yeah)
(yall ready? )
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Screw all those Facebook groups, heres everything I hate and love in one list.
I hate when you climb so far up, and the smallest mistake has you falling to your death. Again.
I hate when the who person means s*** to you makes you cry.
I hate when your happy and your best friends sad, and you sad and your best friends happy.
I hate watching people cry over some stupid b****.
I hate when you miss the sunrise.
I hate when the person you love ignores you.
I hate when it comes to the point that you don't even feel like explaining why your sad anymore.
I hate when your tinniest wishes don't come true.
I hate watching my friends go through the same pain as me.
I hate making the same mistake twice.
I hate insults.
I hate people who pick on one kid who never did anything, when they should be picking on each other.
I hate when the a**hole gets away with it.
I hate how I cry whenever I'm trying to say something important.
I hate when someone pity's you.
I hate when people flip out over stupid stuff.
I hate when girls cause drama just cause.
I hate when people fight.
I hate when you lose the one you love.
I hate when you regret doing something really big.
I hate when I'm mean to people.
I hate when people are mean to me.
I hate feeling alone....all the freaking time.
I hate when your parents are disappointed in you.
I hate my life.
But I love laughing with my friends till my tummy hurts.
I love watching home videos with everyone.
I love taking a walk right after it rains.
I love seeing that innocent look in an animals eyes.
I love the rush of being at a concert.
I love having a moment with a complete stranger in the hallway.
I love those times when the person you love is looking into your eyes and you look back.
I love making people smile.
I love those moments when your not really sure why, but your so unbelievably content with who you are.
I may hate MY life, but I love life.
poem by Gabriella Mantone
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We'll be Together
No matter where we're
We'll be together
I'm not alone because I have you
People think we don't belong together and it a waste of time
I don't care what they say because
I love you no matter what
I feel you when you're not here
When we're part
We'll be together
No matter where we're
People made fun of me being with you, but
It doesn't matter what they say because you're a great guy
I know we will make it through
No one can stop me from loving you
I know we're inseparable
I miss you when you're not around
We'll be together
We can overcome what comes through us
People think they can keep us part and we won't do anything
I'm smart enough to know that I won't be fool by them
I be with you and hug you in my arms and also I don't care what they say
When we're part
We'll be together
No matter where we're
People made fun of me being with you, but
It doesn't matter what they say because you're a great guy
I know we will made it through
No one can stop me from loving you
I know we're inseparable
Even when we're miles apart
You're still in my heart and
Not another guy because I can't live without you
People will look at me like that and tell me things about you because
They think I shouldn't date you
So it doesn't matter because
I will be right by your side and love you forever until end
We'll be together
poem by Christina Phan
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The People's World
people are good;
people are bad;
people are happy;
people are sad;
people are near;
people are far;
people are true;
people are blue;
people are white;
people are right;
people are silent;
people are violent;
people can throw;
people can grow;
people can share;
people can care;
people can unite;
people can divide;
people can fool;
people can rule;
people can trust;
people are worst;
don't think i became mad.... what ever i wrote is very common things known about people but what i want to show is that i cannot describe everything about the people as it is impossible in the same way it is impossible to understand and make every person happy around us that's it.got it!
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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