Best Intimidation Poems
"Better to die fighting for freedom than being a prisoner
all the days of your life "
Bob Marley
In life
What has the beginning
can also have its end.
In life
What seems tolerable now
Can become intolerable in the future.
Many African countries had been bullied
for many years by some super powers.
It was difficult for many African countries
To speak loud about some atrocities
Because of intimidations of loosing
some western benefits.
How life is about,
Now there is popular political intimidation
of South Africa to loose some western deals
because of filling a genocidal case
against Israel.
I don't think it is fair to continue keeping
quiet while Israel government continue committing
crimes against humanity in Gaza.
I don't think other African countries
will support some oppressors
and let South Africa down.
In life
Speaking the truth
Is always my wish.
Alas they as are born as albinos
What is more for them to undergo
Though contracted in a bow of woe
Don't they also deserve to be known?
Now ask I where is the tie
That binds one being to another
When one race lives high
And place inferiority on the other
O what causes this shot of madness
To such a loving nature
Could it be the habits of loneliness
In which they take no pleasure
When men mock the creator's scope
Their imaginations becomes barren
What image feeds desires and hopes
When all they seek for is a reason
In the bitterness of their wounded spirit
Life becomes a channel of blur grace
Why exist such scornful superiority
From a different color race
Now the tenderness of acceptance pass them by
For I dare to ask if it is a crime
Must albinos forever in heart cry
Since they exist from a different color line
NIGHT OF THE LONG KNIVES
To your mind's eye, I lay what I may choose
to be the only way you'll ever find,
you'll never have the choice to win or lose,
but go the way I put into your mind.
What evil lurks? You'll never feel the grip
of what I only say between each line.
To lead you on, the vagrant of a ship
of soul, but destined to the will of mine.
Forgotten Swastikas still fly at night,
protected by all time and Horsemen Four,
they'll soon be loosed again, in all their might
and feed upon man's need for time of war.
And I will put these things into your head,
to change it all, from life, to living dead.
Democracy is what God's given you,
and you have loved each minute in your haste,
you'd have it all, yes everything I do,
your treasure chest is overflowed with waste.
And you've forgotten how the world is burned,
night of the long knives never comes to mind,
forgotten in the past you never learned,
though history is there, not hard to find.
I am the master of what is your fate,
in Social Dominance, I claim it all,
and you will never see until too late,
Intimidation's made the way you'll fall.
And I have changed all things there in your head,
to bring about the life you'll live to dread.
Why are you so intimidated by me?
Is it because I undress you with my eyes and cause you to smile and see the real me?
The potential that is hidden beneath a thousand brick waiting to be unleashed...
Why are you so intimidated by me?
Is it because I make you nervous and too afraid to challenge the bureaucracy?
The unjust and inhumane red tape that holds one race at ransom and the other roams
free.
Why are you so intimidated by me?
Is it my fierceness, my uncompromising or unwavering position?
The stance that all should possess if we believe in
Equality
FREEDOM for the blacks who are enslaved by their inferior mentality.
Bumblebees kiss Lamb's Ear
Drink nectar from tiny blossoms
I dare not go too near
For their sting is very awesome
Inspired by Brian Strand's latest contest
but not an entry..
Awesome: Intimidating
I've posted a piece, called "mean girl," that's longer than the poetry section allows.
In the "Short Story" section.
I know I could take things out - to make the piece shorter and force it to fit in the poems section - but that length seems arbitrary. *shrug*
Here's the URL:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/mean_girl_10557
If you bother, I hope you like it!
The gray sky stifles me
with it's thick fog
of underlying epistles,
causing my soul to shudder
I feel as heavy as a mountain,
but I'm only a molehill
on the edge of earths bend
my hands, he says
are too small
to write big
so I stick to the surface
and scribe
of faint occurrences
that define naught
because he's fearful
of my poems truth
Forgetting where to look within the eyes of me
Noted case of the rudiments of your hospitality
Don't forget to pray to those who may think they need
to quench the thirst of something they chose to never see
Wandering through the path of another's self indulgence
Creeping through the cracks of all the walls belligerence
Dying on the seed born from the speakers pestilence
When the voices that surround you make sense without sense
Laughter is a challenge between the torture of the three
Pulling on the passions of the hidden genius within me
Seeing the naked eye of invisible clothing covering she
When everybody in the world controls the mind of the free
and that is We, Myself, I, and Me...Trilaterally with She...
bmdavey@11/13/18
Domination, fear based station,
intimidation, seeks trepidation.
agitation, heated conversation.
Ignore. Be patient.
‘I leave am for God’
Is the poor man's prayer
When he submits to higher realms
Transferring judgement to higher forces
The answer to that prayer is often terrifying
When you take another for granted
Trampling on another because you are advantaged
Usurping communal wealth because you are in charge
Bleeding the flock you are supposed to pastor
It is the poor man that bears the brunt
Don't fall a victim
What turn once a brave to coward
If not intimidation
What kills the moral of the brave
To turn cold and stay silent
If not intimidation
What keep the people
Quietly in fear
If not intimidation
What drives the poor insane
Yet he cannot say how he feels
If not intimidation
Our government intimidates
The hell out of us in Africa
We could hardly say what we want
Our mouth has no paddocks
Yet we cant speak
Speech is free
But not with this intimidation
All this men on black and black intimidates the hell out of our right
Openly they exort money from the poor on the streets
Openly they shoot at them too
Yet none can act
Either can everyone defend their right
All cursed by intimidation
Our law keeper intimidates us
How can you arrest a person
Who don't know the law
How could he know the law when
He got no means to
Was it his or her fault not to go to school
Or rather can they be blamed of the corruptions that stop all they could enjoy and instead let them to confussion
Yet none can act
All just because they are intimidated
Intimidation
Is what we get after our votes
Intimidation Is what they offer to us
After they get to power
Is like it runs in their blood to always intimidate us
Is like it runs in our blood to accept it and live as cowards
It been happening so long before I came on earth
This intimidation Is so common in
Africa and where Africans are found
World wide
It comes in different ways with different systems
We always fear the unknown
Just for them to always have their ways
Intimidation Is the root of our fears
For we know the truth
We see their lies
Yet their intimidation
Ties us so tight to their trees of
Illussion
Where it fruits are fears
A sudden crash awakens the night.
Thundering boots stomp,
heightening fear.
Little spots of light dart across the room. A half-naked man, bewildered and angry,
a wall of blue invaders violated his castle.
Pinned to his bed, with a truncheon to his throat,
he hears a woman's hysterical pleas for mercy,
unaware of their crimes.
A singular figure stands tall, self-righteous,
demanding their passports in an authoritative voice.
" Are you married to this woman?"
" Are you a permanent resident?"
These are the questions asked by the invaders.
If this sounds familiar, you would be wrong,
New Zealand in the 60s. One of her proudest moments?
Once dubbed the land of milk and honey of the Pacific,
inviting her poorer cousins to part-take in her fortune.
Then she ridiculed and scorned her guests,
labeled overstayers by her gracious host,
with the blessings of her white populace.
My fellow countrymen do not wish to be reminded of such events.
In this land of milk and honey, covered in sheep dip.
It is good to remember, in case we forget and repeat,
Lest we forget the lessons of our past.
You came from Jamaica
a lowly migrant climbing
into my window sending
me threats terrifying
terrorizing my children
shooting in my home
for my American poetry
devastating you held on
to my abusive ex husband
your gunman my hitman
killed at my feet just in
the nick of time I fled for
my very life domestic violence
survivor how dare you arrive
the anniversary of of the
murder of Rasta yago
Andrew seeking my new
poems my new husband
hissing at my window assault
rifle pointed at my window
severe traumatic events
hurricanes I sit still writing I
am Gwendolyn Brooks
I am Maya Angelo I am me
I matter take your knee off
my neck you cannot extort
my American poetry extort
my identity nor extort my life
and inherit my death I thank
God every single day for
Charlie Crist the attorney
general offices for helping
my family relocate after
your violent attempt on my
life your Jamaican gang Henry
I survived your saint James
massacre as I still write
God loves me no matter your
threats bullying home invasions
hacking cyber bullying ransomeware
stop threatening my life stop
bullying you are a my assassin
a twisted terrorist in a skirt
leaving blood everywhere
I Am American
A chilled moon was standing
between the lovers
and night was cruising around
to extract the blood
of a hangman.
You want to go back and talk
to old house for selling the dreams
again. When the body ends,
the hunger lives in another eye. Let
me break the cycle and become
fodder of a thought.
Layer up layer aching in
half-sleep brings the frozen rain
falling from icy peaks. You bring
cherries for moon who wants more.
Give me a window to have
a glimpse of still life.
Satish Verma
kicking grass clippings
shaking a toy forcefully
scaring neighbor's dogs