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When My Gang Ruled

Gang violence has hit the cities and is often in the news In hate and anger they are schooled We had our own gang when I was just a kid In the days when my gang ruled We rode together on our bicycles Our bikes were finely tooled And we hung out at the pool room In the days when my gang ruled We carried gloves and bats and baseballs Ice from home would keep our sodas cooled Sometimes we’d go to church together In the days when my gang ruled Our music had no curse words We were wild so don’t be fooled We smoked Lucky Strikes and greased our hair In the days when my gang ruled Sometimes we’d meet at the river Our fishing lines all spooled Just having fun together In the days when my gang ruled Annette and Frankie set the tone Bikini Beach is when we drooled Even the movies were clean and wholesome In the days when my gang ruled We cared about each other For America our fire was fueled We grew up to serve our country In the days when my gang ruled

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/30/2009 3:00:00 PM
Great poem Vince about the time when gang was a decent word, how times have changed. I wrote a poem called Gangs of our Human Zoo, i would love to hear your comments on it, James
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Date: 5/28/2009 10:57:00 AM
This is awesome. reminds me of some of my own daddy's storys of when him and HIS gang ruled lol. Great bog Vince. Jessica
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Date: 5/26/2009 7:34:00 AM
The modern situation, my friend is an amalgamation ... a meeting of two emptinesses ... the social boredom and the individual disillusionment ... because we are left with only ritual when beliefs are discarded ... what we see today is a corporate projection on the id ... locked on to a self fulfilling prophecy. My gang curdled blood ..., gone now.
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Date: 5/26/2009 7:25:00 AM
Thats a gang to be proud of, bring back those innocent days, I was there with this one, thanks Vince really enjoyed, all best Ann.
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Date: 5/26/2009 6:18:00 AM
memory lane is a long and mysterious road! Nice memories! Light & Love
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Date: 5/25/2009 8:35:00 PM
This is just excellent, remembering those days when a gang of friends meant something completely different from todays chaotic world. I bet you had a great time with this one and your childhood memories. Thanks for the kind comment on my work, always appreciated Vince!
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Date: 5/23/2009 8:21:00 PM
The meaning of gang surely has changed. Great write as always my friend. -Alley
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Date: 5/23/2009 5:29:00 PM
Yeah I know..... Loved this wake up call. We dont have too many gangs in philly but we got alot of guns and young people hehind them. Maybe you should give this poem to a school or organization of non- violence. I hate violence. Enjoyed your day.
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Date: 5/23/2009 3:26:00 PM
Awesome write reminescent of Edgar Guest ... smile ... I have a feeling those in the gangs of today think they care about each other too but unfortunately their innocence never has a chance to grow towards anything but violence. I think I'm back among the Soupers and hope it lasts forever ... smile ...
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Date: 5/22/2009 6:55:00 AM
Hi, Vince. Another of your great 'old days' poems. I can relate 100% and always love to read your stuff. Yes! We used to hitchhike out to Wash Park to swim. A cop even gave us a ride once, like 1944. No one locked their doors, and I lived in the lower rent area of Denver. Hard to keep a dry eye when I think about it. Love, daver
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Date: 5/21/2009 11:29:00 PM
Thank you for your welcome blog comment Vince.Rgds Brian & have a good weekend
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Date: 5/21/2009 1:07:00 PM
thoughtful, contemplative, sense of community, great write! Vince...Jim
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Date: 5/21/2009 10:43:00 AM
Wish today's "gangs" had the qualities you mention here, Vince. Your reflections on youth inspired me to write "Submarine Races." We have a reunion coming up soon and I thought it would be fun to share it with the old crowd...the OOOOLD crowd. Love this poem! Indeed, Annette Funicello was so beloved that my brother named his daughter after her. Frankie Avalon was a true dreamboat. Great writing, filled with nostalgia. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 5/21/2009 10:28:00 AM
This is a wicked write my friend..it has that quality to it that makes good poem sing to me..your gang need to reclaim the rightful place and hit the reset button...I want ot grease my hair...don't think it would go over well..but I will try anything....LOL..good write Vince.
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