Best Blackmailing Poems
What have you done to us my child?
I tore my body to bring you here
He wetted his shirt with sweat to ink your books
23 years of learning gave you a well-paying job
Your job gifted you a high held head.
Then what has gone wrong with you my child?
We chose a man to take your hand
We mistook that he makes your life a merry-go-round.
He used your beauty, brain and brass.
But that doesn't mean you have to suffer all the loss.
Did I give you birth to offer you as a prey on someone else's plate?
Couldn't our blood instil courage in you that you surrendered your life to the fear of a demon?
Didn't your red belt remind you that you are a fighter?
Why hasn't your education given you confidence to face life's challenges?
Why hasn't your job given you courage to live an independent life?
The walls of the dark room shouted beyond their limits to stop you
The wooden cupboard tried its best to hide the bottle from you
The locked door tried to break open its latch to show the world your cowardice
The flickering lamp's attempts to ignite your mind proved to be powerless.
When the eyes of your 2-year old search for you in the middle of the night,
how should I tell that the greed of her dad gulped her mother's breath?
When your father madly waits for you over the weekend,
how should I convince him that his bold daughter has boldly ended her life?
When your friends look for a shoulder to lean on,
how should I tell them that you burnt your body beyond recognition?
When my heart wants to kiss your forehead and hug you,
how should I show it the powdered you resting in that copper canister?
I tell all the daughters out there
Your life is not your wicked blackmailing boyfriend
Your life is not your selfish husband nor your greedy in-laws
Your life is not your snatched virginity
Your life is not a dowry case on the cop's table
Your life is your courage, it should stand as an inspiration.
Your life is your identity, it should set an example.
Your life is YOU.
Your life is YOU.
Your blood is yours, don't let it flow for the foolish.
Your bones are yours, don't crush them under their greedy paws.
You belong to YOU and not to anyone else.
The client was desperate.
The coppers gave up on the chase.
They might have caught him, but,
The killer didn’t leave a trace.
Flipping coins in the shadows.
Slouch hat, overcoat and a gun.
Photographing through windows
Some clown’s extra-marital fun.
Who went bust playing horses?
Just who’s blackmailing who?
Questioning his sources,
The detective’s looking for clues.
Dusting for fingerprints,
Magnifying glass in hand.
Searching for evidence,
Like following tracks in the sand.
GUMSHOE!
Wealth brings many friends , but a poor man 's friend deserts him.
Proverb 19:4
Who cares for you?
When we separate with good people
We feel to cry,
Remembering
The good times
With them.
When we separate with bad people,
We feel much peace ,
Happy... so happy,
Trying to forget
The bad times with them.
Who cares for you?
How does joy make
Us feel when we are
Surrounding by the people
Who love us and see
Our importance
To them?
It is always good to have
Two or three
People who real care for you
Than having thousands
hypocrites who can leave you
In hard times.
Who cares for you?
You will always notice
People who real care
For you when your house
Turns very dark,
Night becomes
Long than a day,
Dams , rivers ,
Lakes, and oceans dry,
Rains stop for some months.
Strong wind blowing days and nights.
Burning sun over your heards.
Different diseases rise monthly
And you don't have some money.
Wife and kids are looking at
You for daily breakfast,
Dinner,
Supper
And different bills.
Good people will share their supports
But some hypocrites
Will leave you,
Blackmailing
And mocking on you
here and there.
Laughing
At you every time,
As you turned to be
A dark humour poem
Wrote by circumstance
And problem
But In the rainy season,
They will return
Without being called.
Apologising today and
Tomorrow
Trying to laugh with you
From your window
Pushing you
To do thing for them,
One by one telling his" her" problem
To you without asking them.
Who cares for you?
I really care for you
Dear brothers
And sisters
Reason why
I took my valuable
Time to write
This adorable
Piece of poetry
So that you may
Really identify
The person who cares
For you on this earth.
I love you with
My full heart.
The poet
Who smile here
And there
Because
My love
And
Your love
Readers
will be
Victorious
April 26/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
I dropped my stupid little brother
Down an open storm drain near our home
And now he’s gone forever, always
And my life is finally my own!
You say you saw me after crying
By that open storm drain near our home?
But those were tears of pure happiness
As I skipped off blissfully alone.
Heartless you are probably thinking
But you sure as heck don’t know my pain
And the God-sent opportunity
When he followed me off in that rain!
See, I am ten and he is just six
I’m grown and he’s a little baby
If he were more grown, mature like me
Then this might not have happened, maybe.
But every time I went out to play
Of course, he just HAD to tag along
That day I had been to a party
His baby-ish ways were so WRONG!
So when he trailed me home afterwards
Yelling, “Fatty Patty, wait for me”
I saw that the storm drain was opened
And wandered over for a look-see
He couldn’t resist and ran my way
“What is it, Fat Patty?” He wondered.
And seeing his stupid ignorance
My whole inner anger just thundered!
So now I’m in my bed at my home
Waiting for the good news that he’s gone
Practicing my weepy-eyed sad face
So grown-ups can cry and o’er me fawn.
But they’re not coming, that’s so strange
So I peek out into the kitchen
And what I see makes my anger boil
And my left eye, it starts to twitchin’!
There he sits, mummied up in towels
Surrounded by mom, dad, and grown friends
Feeding him cake and cookies and cream
With fawning that likely has no ends!
“If you cannot beat’em, then join’em”
As my mommy just constantly said
So I spend just a sec adjusting
To a now different plan in my head.
I ran from my room hysterical
“Brother, you’re okay” I fairly sobbed
“When I turned around and you were gone
“Well, my lonely sister heart just throbbed.”
“Oh you poor dear,” mom cooed with a hug.
“Here, you need some cake, and hot cocoa?”
“Yes, please.” I REALLY needed it.
I hugged my bro like I was loco!
I dropped my stupid little brother
Down an open storm drain near our home
He is blackmailing me forever
Now my life will never be my own.
February 25, 2019
(TO THE VICTIMS OF WAR IN MY NATIVE
CAMEROON AND IN NORTHERN NIGERIA)
Giants
Have filled
The FAR North
Sweeping
Bloodbathing
With sophisticated
Heavy weapons
Connected on a
Barren land
Communicating
As from satellites,
Techniques and
Outfits of
The expedition
They got THERE
Thundering,
Murdering,
Raping, and
Reaping
The scarce
Bank notes kept aside
To launch our economy
here.
The giants are
Putting up stubborn
Resistance ready
To dismantle,
Horrify, and
Offer pretexts
For erecting another
Benghazi or Mali,
Somalia or
The Sudans:
Growing poverty
Exile
On the desert
Migrations
Corruption
Legislations
Segregations
Falling soldiers
Suspecting the
Innocents
Blackmailing
The weak.
Where are our
White hope of
The Opposition
And all the experts
On geopolitics?
Tell us whose war
Is it?
Chilling in the caravan
learning hand to hand
man to man
one bloody palm over the world as we orbit n twirl
Spin a twin
flip her friend
Knocking down doors
Leveling the score
Raqeuteering, blackmailing, not to Badmention
Politician magic tricking women,
Don't play!
don't take away !!
?what we constitute!!!
Is it magic? , it is more ?
Teaching lessons ,molding habits
So I wont bore
Ill el Capitan ,save a woman
If that heart is tore ,
Inner intuitions
tell me open every door
Weeping for the ones sleeping
Peers peep-in ,
hopefully never sneak-in
Awakening the mental each n every weekend
Weakened body Withered by speed/ time or Trick and treatment
Peaceful moments of life created by love and light
Eyes wide open,
always seeing, never blinking,
unless I'm winking
Two options
Tossed into life
Clever thinking or
Endeavor sinking
When you look into reflection
Which king do you see?!?
2/10/18
blackmailing of the heart
shakedown of the soul
regression threatened
reversion tactics used
estrangement loomed
extraction of emotional attachment
gone from the world of connection
left with nothing but memories
There is a network of very powerful entities.
All worship satan very seriously.
Their network ranges internationally,
engaging in a great variety of the most depraved criminality.
Their satanic ideology,
is to bring about the end of the world eventually,
so that a new world can begin,
ruled by them and satan.
They range from street people to businessmen,
and have a great influence in many departments of law enforcement,
to the high ranks of very powerful international politicians.
They are involved in the drug trade and the trafficking of children,
to feed the depraved appetites of rich, powerful, deviant men and women,
then this demonic network moves on to blackmailing them,
providing in great part this network's financing.
Many sensationalized crimes that were broadcast to everyone,
has a direct connection to this network that worships satan,
who believe that random acts of violence, chaos and terrorism,
will bring about their deity's foreseen armageddon.
where they will all forever rule under their master satan.
As fantastic as this sounds, it is really happening.
There is a great deal of cooperated documentation.
They are completely off the grid with no fixed location,
but beware, The Process Church of the Final Judgement.
Some say love makes the world go round
I say it is oil that makes the world go round
The thing that is in everything
from plastics to fuel is how it does rule
so given this thought here is your opportunity
to have your say in a different way
Where’s your stand on the Keystone pipeline
moving dirty Alberta oil from Canada to Texas
Or fracking that shakes the earth
and plays with the water table
how about drilling in national parks
and protected wetlands or in oceans and seas
the carbon footprint that fossil fuels leave
and our slavery to BIG oil and high gas prices
but what of the flip side
the oil cartels called OPEC alongside Mr. Putin
does the blackmailing by the few
through oil dependency offset the risks
that is the question to be answered
Andreas Simic©
I did it, I really did it, something got passed,
Nancy and I succeeded at last,
What a huge pain convincing my team,
When all I could do was silently scream.
The Squad were blackmailing,
The media loud blaring,
Republicans laughing while doing high fives,
My only solution to hide and dodge knives.
But now it's all changed, back on my horse,
Steering the country without fear or remorse,
My path controversial but who gives a bean,
They'll all get the message that I say what I mean.
I want kindness and peace, fairness far all,
My social ambitions unashamedly tall,
What do I care about finding the dough,
That's for bean-counters, the ones that should know.
I remember a story while riding a train,
The details are fuzzy but I'm racking my brain,
This Gal said to me "you're Uncle Joe,
That guy from DC, the father of Beau",
I smiled and just answered yes I'm the one,
She went on to say, "If not for me then your son,
Make your time count, bring us relief,
As too many of us are living in grief;
All kinds of big bills piling on high,
Nowhere to turn, just left out to dry,
The rich getting richer, the rest of us stuck,
Flailing and wailing in ankle deep muck";
Wages too low, options too few,
You must find a way to this country renew.
I gave her a smile, patted her hand,
Made her a promise that I'd make a real stand.
So to that special Gal whose name I don't know,
This for a start is what I can show;
For the rest of my goals I'll fight night and day,
To prove I will do and not merely say.
picking apart the world around us
what stands out
what is god upto?
working through the pages of history
and whose blaming who?
more than enough food to feed the world
so why are people still going hungry
not enough money to go around for everybody
to split the spoils
more than enough bullets for everyone
but not everyone can have a gun
foreshadowing
the plot thickens
what else are we doing wrong?
villifying our ignorance of simple facts
unable to do simple math
angry at precipitating action for reaction
same page different book
different languages slow down communication
this isn't gods world
he's either blackmailing himself
or blackmailing satan
or there is reason the tower fell
hard to work together for one simple goal
the world had a choice
to feed themselves and choose life
and everything would be simple
or choose death and see what your god would do
to slow you down from your inevitable
is it time to pay the piper
hungry mouths and saving lives bring our languages together
everytime you globally try to die
lack of communication
and through ignorance you are villified
General data protection regulation hits the internet running
Disrupting models of personal data manipulation, dissemination and protection
In scenarios where click and trick firms gunning
Through stealth and miscalculation
Harvest personal data
Share it, carve it, analyze it and synthesize it
Commoditizing data on a silver platter
Turning owners of data into a misfit
Whose role becomes peripheral to the resources
Inherent in the data hitherto unprotected
In environments where unknown algorithms catch data from personal sources
Converting it into commodities whose preselected
Models yield colossal sums in profit and loss accounts
That swell coffers
Bursting to the brim with huge zillion counts
Which personal information confers
On business moguls now battling for their lives
Confronting upfront a new reality
In which GDPR offers
Checks and balances to terminate the surreality
Where multinational corporations
Can no longer harvest personal information
In clandestine operations
Through intrigue and misinformation
Cornering data owners whom they render irrelevant
Milking them to the bone
Burying their rights to consent on data use as a subservient servant
Whom they harry in a dismissive tone
Until GDPR turns the tables
Demanding clarity in genuine consent
Disassociated from stables
When the subterfuge of terms and conditions suffers a descent
Into irrelevance
Which opacity
For too long hid in the lance and dance
With scorn in usury city
Adding salt to injury
Blackmailing data owners
Through perjury
Hidden and driven in motives of illicit profit spawners and partners.
What do you think of yourself?
What's the matter with you?
Why are you playing mind games?
Grow up buddy continue study
Stop emotional blackmailing
Stop brainwashing People
Are you out of your mind?
Why are you doing all this?
For fun for revenge for Satan
My name is Abad Ur Rehman..
Note. Stay in limit..
The time is just moving
You can't stop it
You can't wait for a right moment
You are just trapped inside the wheels of time
When the moment came
The time has just come
The time with your brothers and sisters wouldn't come back
The time that you spend with your mum wouldn't come back
The gossips nights with brothers and sisters
The prank of brothers with sisters
The blackmailing between brothers and sisters
Planning of every party...with the cousins.
The time will not come back
But only left you with some special memories..
Chit chat with mum
Conspiracy with brothers and sisters
Backbicthing of relatives with mum
Secrets with mum
Request to younger brother to not to inform to papa about something
The time will not come back
Only it left us with some precious memories
Games with brothers and sisters
Full day shinchan with snacks
Movie with popcorn...fighting with brother and sister
Always irritates me..
House game
Doll house
The train
The time will not come back
Only it left us with some precious memories
Sympathy of mum
Hiding secrets from papa with siblings..the most difficult task
Fight on TV
Teasing siblings..
The time would not come back
It left us with only some precious memories
Then the day come...
When a girl has to leave her house
She just takes precious memories. Of
Her sorrow,her grief,her joy,her freedom,her love,her affection,her hobby,her favourite dish..nothing goes with her
She left with only memories....
She has to forget how crazy she about her all the things and has to accept the rules of new family...
Thr time is just passing
Only leaving us with some precious memories
Sanity is the domain of the intellectual
Those who lack intellect are indeed insane
The ultra-rich are happy because they feel
It is their birthright, the poor are too
Preoccupied with their struggle
To have to do anything with vanity
The healthy believe they have found the Elixir of life
In moments of depression,
The diseased feel they are a spent force
Those in power believe it lasts for a lifetime
And, therefore, will do anything to stretch their lifespan
The wealthy believe they can acquire power
The powerful realize they can amass wealth
Those who have both feel they are
The God of all things living
And the world must bow to them with reverence
The mafia lord chuckles, he’s the one the world must fear
He can be arrested by the police chief
The orders must come from above,
The minister who is a politician
However, the politician takes orders from
The mafia lord to remain in power
Both have a weakness,
They are the disciples of a ‘Miracle Godman’ Baba
Who has received much of their wealth in donations, and
Has a relentless grip and spiritual control over them
Baba has sprawling ashrams and uncountable fanatic
Followers who will kill or be killed at his behest, but Baba
Will make policy decisions only after consulting his secret
Mistress who has a hold over the Baba,
She keeps herself from the unforgiving spotlight
One disciple who is close to the mistress knows this little secret
Baba’s mistress is squeezed by this disciple who keeps
Blackmailing her but is afraid he might be eliminated
Before he can escape from the grave he has dug for himself
But escaping is not an option as his beautiful young wife is
In the clutches of the charming womanizer, Baba
It somehow appears all have lost their sanity
The poor man sleeps not in the bed but under it
With just one thought, what will tomorrow bring?