Best Ganging Poems
The sails snapped in the wind as the yacht changed tack
soon to refill as the yacht skimmed over the sea racing onwards
riding the large waves with adapt aplume slicing them apart.
Dolphins playfully following as they leapt for pure joy
spinning several times before diving down deep.
Ganging up on a lurking shark they soon send it away.
The screech of pulleys as we prepare to tack once more
as the boom crashes past to be brought up sharp
when it takes all of the free lines and sails puff up.
The ocean is sparkling in the sunlight with white crested waves
as we round the headland and now can sail with the wind
the yacht leaning far over as her gib sail speeds her on.
Now it is time to add more canvas as we flash by
the winning line now in sight and with a great cheer
from the yacht club Casaroba crosses the line in first.
Categories:
ganging, ocean, race, sea,
Form:
Verse
Winter memories that are still so vivid and bright
Those endless days playing with your mates
Snow falling when it should do, kids shouting and screaming
"It's snowing" running out, mum's shouting "Get some warm clothes on"
Scarves, balaclavas and gloves, only your face showing
Sledging in the snow, home made by dad, the lucky ones with bought ones
And the snow was proper snow, snow that came and stayed
Snow so deep you could only see your mate's head's above it.
Snow that made you want to play, sliding down hills falling on your backsides
Soaking your clothes getting your body chilled but still totally thrilled
Digging the snow off your path with dad making snowmen, huge snowmen
Who had carrot noses and coal for eyes and mouths with an old scarf around his neck to keep him warm
No cars on the road the whole street your playground
Having snow ball fights, taking sides and ganging up, wanting to be part of the best gang
Lying in the snow rolling down hills laughing and shivering
Then the darkness comes, off home to mum, she's fussing taking your wet clothes off droping them on the floor
Towels and pyjamas hung by the roaring fire, being wrapped in the warm towel mum furiously rubbing "you'll catch your death" she's saying
Pyjamas on, drinking warm milk sat on the carpet in front of the fire
Watching TV, the Flintstones, Beverly Hillbilly's maybe Huckleberry Hound and Yogi Bear.
Then it's bedtime, going up the stairs slowly not wanting to go, mum shouting after you "I'll be up in a minute"
Kneeling at the side of the bed, saying your prayers, Our Father who art in heaven.....
"Look after my mum and dad and my sister" then silently to yourself "Please God let the snow still be here tomorrow"
Categories:
ganging, childhood, friend, snow, winter,
Form:
Free verse
The Three Days, That The Three Of Them Changed Me!
~
I was minding my own business, when
my wife wanted to go to a bookstore,
she just needed some cards, dumb me I
went in with her, looking around as I
started out the door a book caught my
attention. “Free Book” 50% off, of coarse
I had to buy it God was just daring me not too.
~
Have you ever felt like Jesus was just talking
to you alone and no-one else.
That is the way I have felt all weekend,
I feel like I am having my own alone time right
now to get things right with God. For too long
I have been trying on my own, and it has not worked:
Now I am turning it over to Jesus and the Holy Spirit,
and letting them take care of the big things,
I’ll take care of the little things.
~
Oh yea, this week my bondage’s and struggles’
were taken over one by one by Jesus and his Father.
They did not have a chance once the Holy Spirit
got moving in me. I never in my life
felt this way until I felt the Holy Spirit move in
on me. Now I know my life has been changed forever.
Darn them for all ganging up on me anyway; I just was
not ready for them all at once.
~
But oh what a ride, I guess I needed this journey
I was on, for me to grow in Jesus’
name. So don’t despair in your journeys
as you travel through life, enjoy them as
you grow with the Lord. The Holy Spirit are
going to be part of your growing adventure.
Sit back and enjoy them, don’t fight them like
I did; let them become a part of you. Amen
~
Steve L. Siegel
June 20, 2010
Categories:
ganging, devotion, faith, inspirational, religioncare,
Form:
Prose Poetry
They wanted his head for claiming he is divine.
Blasphemy! They demanded a sign.
Unlike all the war kings on a beast they arrived.
He came in peace, for it he strived.
At the table of his pupils, he foresaw all the guile.
Veiled behind the 13th seated smile.
They claimed clean hands, he foresaw the move.
At this stage words could not prove.
Abreast him was corruption, he foresaw the sly.
The plan was set, not to sway awry.
He knew of the fate, though escape not the goal.
Hands the bread to him lacking soul.
On purpose, or command? Is forever pondered.
Fate sealed, ban of eternal wander.
Was it devised by him to prove the grand plan?
Was he just a tool in mighty hands?
For love of his country, or is money his motive?
Silver bribe was the tale thus quoted.
Did he see the corruption and act in just ways?
Was it destiny for all, losing but paid?
Despite the ambiguity, was he better off unborn?
Without him surely men live in scorn?
Betrayal filled the musk air, a chosen one to be.
Unfolding now, choppy was the sea.
Arrived with the leaders and priests at his back.
Foresaw it too, intuition not lacked.
A kiss upon him bore the mark, swiftly arrested.
Regret rotted his mind, duly infested.
Was the will fulfilled? As they both died hanging.
One by own hand, other a ganging.
It seems the mighty one had skin in each game.
Which side is he on? Both the same.
The 13th seat of silver, tempting, brings a clout.
Shines, but viscous fire spouts out.
Categories:
ganging, bible, christian, evil, jesus,
Form:
Narrative
North Korea will not be bombed
Because it is not a muslim nation
Oh? This upsets you ... facts do
If you want world peace
Try being peaceful and open here
Not so self-centered, your poems must score 7
Even when they have not been spell-checked,
And you show your puny muscles by ganging up
In ethnic enclaves, cussing your Creator
On this Christian poetry site ...
So you want world peace?
Read the poems of Eileen Manassian,
not mine.
If we can't spare a minute to understand a writer here
Please spare me the colonial mind making pretense at poetry
Categories:
ganging, anti bullying,
Form:
Free verse
You - amaranthine temptress!
Pay attention for a sec.
Let's give it a hap,
Ad-lib like vagabonds on the road,
Rambling to dusk in a single step,
Just before the first stars
Appear in our eyes,
With Jupiter for you under the Moon, or
Ganging up with me to outlaw the routine,
Fortuitously not to isolate for more,
Not to exclude the beauty of the scene
But to boldly intervene,
In this chronicle of life
Coalesce in the shadows
Tumble down a hill,
Fall to our lot of feelings, emotions and ideas
Celebrate avocation of joy,
Incumbency of passion to become dear metier
Weaving between our fingerprints
As an all evening event,
Under the sky or an Arab tent.
Perhaps a symphony of sound at night
No matter how small or how big
But be honest and straight
Be quick on the uptake,
Through the sound of your voice
Through a singing retort
Of any sort,
At a gig, in a debate, or in bed,
While using a thread, a cord or a string
No, not a fling!
But a romance,
Craving for a glimpse,
From behind to see the Universe,
Or just a verse,
Between the skin of yours or mine.
Thank-you note in the eyes,
Not in the words!
Create our little worlds,
Unique, versatile just slick.
Categories:
ganging, adventure, kiss, romantic, romantic
Form:
Free verse
But I won't soften in your arms
I bristle when you touch me
I won't break loose my love for you
Why? Because I'm angry!
You're all ganging up on me
All in the name of love
You lunge at me with open arms
Just begging for a hug
Don't any of you realize
You’re pushing me away?
My space is getting smaller
With each boundary that I lay
I feel so trapped inside this cage
No shelter from the rain
I'm standing at the window
Just scratching at the pane
Your eyes all stare in pity as I try and look away
I gaze off into the sky of melancholy gray
Don't tell me that I'm paranoid
Don’t tell me that I'm wrong
'Cause I've known this for quite some time - I know I don't belong
And when I feel the sting of your smug indignity
This so-called “intervention" will be the death of me
Categories:
ganging, hurt, self, teen,
Form:
Rhyme
she pips in fear for lateness like her peers,
hauteur cloaked with reticence,
her-boo-boo-vague, though walled around and palpable
official Narcissist disguised in rude affronts
Bravado of naughtiness in candor yet tacit
“Free me free me”, rants in melancholy
as ignorance upsets sorts of sort
Insensibility of differentiate as angels often tastes the gall
By routines of cataract long glare
Sends nostalgia down their spines
Though forgetting the milk and candies of supposed rivals
Doubling as friends in conning angst beggarly in their nature
Nagging and ganging a gang of gossipers
Finding Mutual grounds for their victims
Causing higgledy where there exist no war
For a suspected compromise of morals
Or a hunting taint of a past paints on Z walls
Where decorum is not a schoolmaster
As official time wastes in visits to motels at un-break break time
With holy bible at desk view to mask hypocrisy
First venerable “Etis” Migrants tasted buds of vinegary as noised by witnessing chauffeur
And guilt cautioned not her thigh with avalanche of showy attire of a seductress
advertorials of “buried innocence”jagged in curved carbuncle front and back
Banging shoes in unending visits secreted in kitchen
double faced, loud calls to clients for managerial gratitude
as empty office fill vacuums of fast quickie (sharp-shap) appointments arranged or rearranged
Ill mannered, bad tempered not marriageable, never listen, never patient making enemies
Commandeering, verbose, self-conceited, presumptuous, stout and arrogant
Categories:
ganging, beauty, betrayal, character, crazy,
Form:
(09/15/11)
I have so many faults, I know it’s true
I’m trying to correct them, but it’s hard to do.
My faults have become goals that I must achieve
By doing this, they won’t be seen.
I’ll turn off the television and at my computer I’ll sit
My wife sees me and she catches a fit.
She says that if I could - I’d be on the computer 24/7
And that’s not the way that I’ll get to heaven.
She says it’s an obsession, and I say it’s a passion
And my daughter tells me it’s not in fashion.
My daughter tells me “ dad- you’re up in your years”
And the loss of the other eye, I do fear.
My grandson calls me “ one eyed jack”
And against me the cards are stacked.
Mom and granny are ganging up on you
And there is nothing that I can do.
They’ll tell me to keep quiet or go to another room
So my fight ends real soon.
For a seven year old , he has wisdom beyond his years
And both women against me he does have fears.
My daughter is getting me a laptop with more memory
Which I think will make it easier for me.
I could hide in the bathroom and continue to write
And I’ll be out of her sight.
( ha-ha - I can’t wait) p.s. -this is my 600th poem YAH
Categories:
ganging, wife, daughter, me, computer,
Form:
Rhyme
Sylvia - She was born a cute little cherubic babe
She reminds me of ringing bells her mother thought
I will name her Sylvia… which sounds like silver bells
She was born in August a true Leo
While the four of us were water bearers
She was so very different from us
It always appeared that we were ganging up against her
While she always stood to her ground like a true lion
Master player at board games that is what she was
Always winning against me.
Yet her nature always soft, gentle, forgiving and generous
She is now married with a brood of seven children
I wonder how she manages it all
Mother says, that oaf has made her a holy cow.
Hyacinth- Caustic Soda that’s what I could say
Always ready for a battle of words
Sometimes I wonder why we marry at all
It changes us, batters us, I wish we could be the same.
But I think in the end it was for the better.
No matter what she has got a natural flavour.
Sharon- Endearing all with your magnetic personality
Tall, well groomed and detached
Like something that someone wants but can never get
Yes you are eternally young and beautiful
No wonder they all chase you like moths.
Oh how I love them all…Sisters….
Categories:
ganging, sister, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
My house is quiet,
kids have gone to sleep.
Don't want to make a sound,
as time to myself is now a treat.
I can hear my clock ticking,
the t.v playing music.
My fridge is also grunting,
my phone i will not use it.
As much as i love,
all three kids of mine.
There all ganging up on me,
But these walls i will not climb.
It's three against one,
and that's not really fair.
I'm waiting for the day,
when i get my first grey hair.
16/11/2015
Categories:
ganging, allegory, anniversary, april, beautiful,
Form:
ABC
Superior specimen of
Beauty, dignity and perfection
What…? Victim of bullying…!?
What kind of world do we live in?
Obviously one full of bullies
Inferior bottom-feeders
Ganging up on anyone who
Shows even the least amount of gentleness
Predators looking for a trace of weakness
Who see benevolence as a flaw
Jealousy gnawing at goodness
Like a swarm of piranhas
Looking for prey who let their guard down
They thrive on destroying
How can they truly not value
Awesomeness before them
Intimated and infuriated by being outshined
With character and strength
Unpretentiousness and inner sanctum
Inspiration to millions who are impressed
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on October 4, 2017 for contest PAINT A PICTURE 4 sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
ganging, beauty, bullying, hero, jealousy,
Form:
Free verse
The facets of love.
I love you, and your face loves itself
for its perfect nose, green eyes and rosy lips
your fragrance has a narcissistic allure.
The way you walk, the pavements adore you
Rain shies away not to make your hair wet.
I love you, and your face loves itself.
When you cross the street horn bleats
by themselves, white cars turn pink
your fragrance has a narcissistic allure.
The sun doesn’t burn your skin makes
it golden glows in the dark
till one day the mirror tells of a wrinkle
you know years are ganging on you
your enemy is time, wait in the wings
The furrows settle on your forehead
I love you but your face doesn’t love itself
Car horns do not blare anymore
Get off the road, you lazy old woman.
Your fragrance of youth has lost its allure.
Categories:
ganging, abuse, addiction, betrayal, blessing,
Form:
Sonnet
Lost and embarrassed
Losing…losing…losing…
Isn’t that exciting…bring us cheers
Losing…losing…losing…
No use of fighting back tears
Oh, the rest are ganging up on me
Losing…losing…losing…
Isn’t that exciting…bring us cheers
Losing…losing…losing…
No use of fighting back tears
Shot with shame – left without a name
Losing…losing…losing…
Isn’t that exciting…bring us cheers
Losing…losing…losing…
No use of fighting back tears
I hate myself in many, many ways
Losing…losing…losing…
Isn’t that exciting…bring us cheers
Losing…losing…losing…
No use of fighting back tears
Nothing is good about me
Losing…losing…losing…
Isn’t that exciting…bring us cheers
Losing…losing…losing…
No use of fighting back tears
Great…we’re losing, but we’re winning in God’s eyes
Losing…losing…losing…
Isn’t that exciting…discouragement draws near…
Losing…losing…losing…
No use of fighting back tears…have no fear
For God is here...have no fear...
Hope will appear...
In no time.
Categories:
ganging, conflict, courage, hope, sad,
Form:
Free verse
she pips in fear for lateness like her peers,
hauteur cloaked with reticence,
her-boo-boo-vague, though walled around and palpable
official Narcissist disguised in rude affronts
Bravado of naughtiness in candour yet tacit
“Free me to free me”, rants in melancholy
as ignorance upsets sorts of sort
Insensibility of differentiating as angels often tastes the gall
By routines of cataract long glare
Sends nostalgia down their spines
Though forgetting the milk and candies of supposed rivals
Doubling as friends in conning angst beggarly in their nature
Nagging and ganging a gang of gossipers
Finding Mutual grounds for their victims
Causing higgledypiggledy where there exist no war
For a suspected compromise of morals
Or a hunting taint of a past paints on Z walls
Where decorum is not a schoolmaster
As official time wastes in visits to motels at un-break break time
With holy bible at desk view to mask hypocrisy
First venerable “Etis” Migrants tasted buds of vinegary as noised by witnessing chauffeur
And guilt cautioned not her thigh with an avalanche of showy attire of a seductress
advertorials of “buried innocence” jagged in curved carbuncle front and back
Banging shoes in unending visits secreted in kitchen
double-faced, loud calls to clients for managerial gratitude
as empty office fill vacuums of fast quickie (sharp-sharp) appointments arranged or rearranged
Ill-mannered, bad-tempered not marriageable, never listen, never patient making enemies
Commandeering, verbose, self-conceited, presumptuous, stout and arrogant
Categories:
ganging, anger, animal, bullying, dog,
Form:
Burlesque