Fredo got me and the gang
A primeval chord inside me rang
We went together on patrol
On the territory rebels had stole.
We saw him then, once one of ours
He tried to hide; you could see him cower
We kicked him, pounded till he was dead
It was a hoot, the blood we shed.
Then I noticed a creature further back
She was a human who I don't attack.
She shed tears and wrote in a pad
She had just learned that we could be bad.
She had bottle-fed me when I was a child
But a chimp is always part of the wild.
Can't blame us for ganging up on a foe
Its in the DNA, its how the winds blow.
My remote relative looked at his socials online
He noticed a trend to call Mary a swine.
He unfriended her, Mary gave a sob
Something primeval in the call of the mob.
Between Chimp and Man about 8 million years
We're still too close, it appears.
Some say evolution is not correct.
But why such an irrational intellect?
Gypsy-like, ghosts wander,
gathering 'round gallows,
ganging in the gloaming.
Gleeful on Halloween,
gargoyles join their revels,
gaudy, garish and gauche,
glamorous in the gloom.
Scenes of love
I love you, but you love the mirror
thinks your nose is perfect
green eyes and rosy lips
your fragrance has a narcissistic
allure, as you take the last look
in the hallway mirror before
leaving for the ball
Ah, the way you walk, pavements
adore you, rain shies away to
save your hair from bother
When you cross the road, car horns
blast by themselves, white cars
turn pink
The sun doesn't burn your skin
makes it golden in the afternoon
and glows in the night
Until one day, the mirror sees a wrinkle
years are ganging up on you
the enemy time is waiting in the wing
furrows settle on your forehead
I love you, but the mirror doesn't love
itself, insults are remembered
Get off the road, you silly old cow
your scent of youth has lost its aroma
still, you smile, sure of one thing
I will always love you
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.
My biggest fear is that people will understand the oddities of me
At first they might be intrigued and charmed, but that will pass
They will try an intervention, ganging up on me, trying to fix me.
Trying to make me like them.
That is my biggest fear
I can smell them coming, feel their disdain for me and my life style.
Armed with pitchforks and tar, they sneak up to my house in the dead of night.
They are angry because I refused to change.
I did not know it was imperative until now,
but now it’s too late.
They knocked down my door.
I can hear them stomping up my stairs.
I do not know their names, but their intent is clear.
I imagine they will give me a lobotomy, or worse.
That is my greatest fear.
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
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….
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
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
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
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.
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.
I feel like my life is a clean slate
I feel you lingering in my thoughts...you stitched up my insecure frame of mind
And stitched up the little pieces of memory that knits a smile on my face
I don't know how to escape my poverty and unstable reality
I should've drove on another lane...now I'm far from home
But you cheer me up with your appealing effulgence
You beam at me as if your the sun illuminating the sky...you amaze me with your brilliance
My fears are ganging up on me
My tears are springing out of my blue-green eyes
Untangle me from my demise and help me reach prosperity
Take me away from my mystifying reality...
Sift out my remorse
Things are getting out of hand...
Out of course... I wish I could fight your wars for you
But you refused my helping hand
We should both go to the promiseland
Please don't refuse this offer
Or I'll feel rejected for eternity
Stay with me forever until I die...we'll share our glory and we'll both take turns and write a fascinating story
Will there be an open door for me to step inside my dreamland?
Will it lead to His promise land?
Time and its Daughter
I love your face and your face loves itself
For its perfect nose, green eyes and rosy lips
And your fragrance has a Narcissistic allure.
The way you walk pavements adore you
rain shies away as not to make your hair wet
I love your face and your face loves itself.
When you cross the street car horn blears
All by themselves and white cars turn pink
And your fragrance has a Narcissistic allure
Sun doesn´t burn your skin, makes it golden.
Till, one day, the mirror tells of a wrinkle, and
you know years are ganging up on you.
You only enemy is time it waits in the wings.
As furrows settle on your forehead.
I love you face, your face doesn´t love itself
Car horn doesn´t blare anymore, get off
The road you lazy old woman, they honker
Your fragrance of youth has lost its allure
(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
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