Ganging Poems

scenes of love

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

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 Fears

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.

Greg Louganis

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

Sisters Story

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….

So You Want World Peace: Shalom Always But Truthfully

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

Intervention

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 Kids

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

Sailing

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.

Losing

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.

Bittersweet Solitude Part 2

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

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

My Faults

(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

Suffocation

These wall closing in on me.
These people ganging up on me.
It tends to not let me breathe.
It tends to let me die.
Yes opinions mean very little to me.
But when not anyone can let me be.
When no anyone can let me see,
the brighter side of life.
I'm suffocating in this deadly room!
Theres no oxygen no air!!
I see a light small and bright.
What can it be?
Could it be?
I hope it is.
The light that can take me out of this misery!
The light that can take me away!
It's fading and I die the room darkens again.....

Inane, Askew

Unless you're a true celebrity
or one with real notoriety,

        what you think folks think or say
        of you in public or in secrecy

shouldn't bother you in any way
though your hunches persist;

        for all you know they don't even
        have an inkling that you exist;

and when you're down, don't blame
the world for ganging up on you;

        don't kid yourself with such conceit
        that's so inane and so askew!

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