Best Gang Up Poems

Zuzuangel, dances the dazzling streets of Rio.
Her red hair, shines in the moonlight.
Attracting only the finest to her.

She wears studded gold sandals, those sexy feet, 
cannot stop dancin to the Jobim, Bossa Nova Beat.
The outside cafes, the weather divine,
This is Zuzu’s time to be out...

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When they come at you with pitch forks and tar
Get ready to fight back.
Be fierce, growl with your gut. Smack them upside their heads.

When they gang up on you, shove them into the ground.
Stomp on them if you have to.
Scare them to death.

When they come...

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(Inspired by my sister, Laura Breidenthal’s poem called “The Dream in His Eyes” and also, inspired by Disturbed’s song “Forsaken”. Special thanks to my sister for such an awesome poem and the writer that wrote “Forsaken”. It’s been a pleasure, writing this LONG poem! Please...

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S ober your mind and clear the mist of ignorance
I mmediate reaction is required to gang up against perpetrators 
X enial approach is needed to shield the victims from prejudice
T o help everyone understand their struggles, education is vital 
E very day I hear voices...

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They all speak to me:
sometimes alone, 
like a solo cello with 
its sad, plaintive voice, 
tugging at my soul
like a magnet pulling 
at life's deep mystery.

Or maybe a small group 
of rowdy instruments 
will gang up, into a quartet 
or sextet or even a very
tough...

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Alice plummets down the hole, a fallin’ to no end,
She mumbles to herself these words, for she’s without a friend:
   >>Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats? Do bats eat cats?<<
Words which cycle through my brain are much-akin to that:
"Does pain dispel...

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Vanity and insanity 
Is who I was and am - victory is contagious but has its pros and cons...its negative and positive effects in the long run - sometimes, you don't win 1st place, but last place or in between or whatever place you land...

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1. Short beautiful minutes in this bar stack
my body rhythms, felt in the next block
on senses, the salad energizes
my inner pricks, in need of a tincture
forget the menu, she’s my bill of fair.
pretty damsel I know it’s a first date
since the beginning, I have kept...

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How does a kid who loves learning come to hate a place designed for teaching?

School was like a military prison in my experience
get in at 0900 hours sharp with no resistance, 
you'll speak when you are spoken to,
you are inferior to anyone older than you,
shut...

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an attentive passerby can hear the full bloom raucous
gardens have been awakened by the iridescent sun
tulip orchids, with their gray-green leaves of glaucous
heed to chimes of silver and blue bells, rivalry has begun

in full flower, cherry blossoms bask in their self-satisfied beauty
exotic birds of paradise...

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I stand here with a rose as I rose early
from my garden full of them,pretty scarlet!
These faces make me to take up the gauntlet,
I`m determined to fight and face death daily.

Dreams fail,hopes dash, but my petals give fragrance,
Many weeds gang-up to strangle my roses,
but withered...

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COPLA DIECINUEVE : This Bad Guy World

All biped animals aren’t Men
Some are elves, fairies and witches
Others yet thugs

All are born to play roles given
Time Place Parents Beliefs Glitches:
The fate each lugs

Guys good and bad make up charade
Tug of war levels out with time:
If bad guys...

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I came home to Mom's house, 
After being booted out of Dad's, 
And though they called me the Mouse, 
I had grown into a strapping young lad, 

A high school student who never fit in, 
I was a loner and an outcast, 
You could find...

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After required Thanksgiving Day
and depressing night
I awoke surprised
by release into ego-homelessness.

What could sad night despairs mean?
Reiterating loss of grateful identity
mysteriously disappearing through this habitat's coldly absent roof
of sacred grace
space.

Why would capital depression,
RightBrain suppression
and historic patriarchal suppression
suddenly gang up more gracefully,
less threateningly,
on ZeroZone ego-homelessness
freely chosen
before rudely...

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I went in the woods one day 
Grabbed myself a stick, 
I shook it one too many times 
Then landed backwards in the crick. 

I looked over my shoulder 
And guess what I saw, 
Little tiny rabbits 
Standing with maw and paw. 

They hopped everywhere...

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