Best Ultimatum Poems
U nreasonable demand...." Poetry soup or me!"
L ove is not controlling, that I can guarantee
T roubling is your unpredictable demeanor
I llogical thinking, needed was an intervenor
M anipulation one of your most deplorable traits
A busive verbally, you barricaded all debates
T houghtless trying to quell my poetry passion
U ncomprehending, you are without compassion
M istreated no more, I finally stood up for me!
When someone is told to go back in his country
in peace, it is very wise to go early
to avoid public shame.
When the Ultimatum of French ambassador
of 48 hours to leave Niger's territory passed,
Some nigerien officials cut water and power
at French embassy in Niamey so that the ambassador could go to france.
(Ambassador Sylvain Itte had been ordered
to go amid rapidly deteriorating bilateral ties.)
French government and EU continue encouraging him
to stay in Niger thinking to reverse the coup d'état
as there are many sanctions which affect innocent
people" women , children"
French government supporting the ex-rebels
of northern Niger to start violences as Ecowas troupes delay to take final decision to fight Niger for their interests.
France and EU are not for the good of people of Niger
but their mineral resources.
Ecowas and AU sanctions affecting innocent people
and increasing their strength to continue
standing for their rights as they can't lose
this opportunity to cut ties with France
for their true freedom.
When NATO demonised Muhammad Khadafi to be hated by his people to achieve their goals
which were to collect more natural resources
and plant instability in Libya.
Some libyans thought that NATO was to help them
Nevertheless they are crying till today.
Ghanaian military refused to destroy the victory
of people of Niger and they won't be part of military
who want to kill innocent nigeriens
for the benefits of some westerners
who ill-treating even them.
In life , supporting some oppressors
to hit some victims like you,
the payment will be your own cries.
August 31/2023
The colloquial era of distorted sights
The enigma of thoughts and prejudiced plights
Betraying silence with elevated subterfuge
The sun, the moon, the stars, and the sky
Panorama of an entity and a soliloquy
The Ultimatum
The night that shines through,
The day withering alibis
The petals of nascent emotions
The wrecked laughs and the intellect cries
The hallucinations of cerebellum intensifies
The sodomized senses, the actuarial lenses
Calculate the mystery of plundering breath
The denial of existence
And the existence of departed
The annals of history take a frontier thy
When you feel death
Resurgence cramps in
Carrying away the cold and dry….
Your typical cerebrum below reasoning,
Intriguers my gray matter without questioning
While the white matted and mutating to black,
Tissues, I can never use to wipe away my tears.
Your cerebellum activate optimum hatred
Credits my connective tissues with a damaged elastin
The dominant recession of synapses executes work of neurons
Your phenomenal mind associates its knowledge of me with the phenotype
Opposed to the responsibility of a trait, invisibly to sights…
My typical medulla oblongata,
Grasp of its response is between your manhood
From your actions, admirable food
Yet I still insist for us to reach the end
The ultimatum I can’t even comprehend
Infatuated with anger from what you still condescend
And my request remain naked my friend,
Let this lust end.
Let this end,
For your cerebrum to reason with your effects
For my lobes and involuntary doings to suit my emotions
For your thoughts to know me no more
For my heart to love you no more
To make these the last days of my fun,
The final introspection, last days.
The rebel is brave
And will conquer any fear
He crawls close to his grave
He brings it near
Then jumps back with a laugh
And blinks a lonely tear
He lights a smoke
And inhales life
But exhales death
In every breath
He lives everyday like it’s his last
No cares for the future
No remembrance of the past
The rebel has his good times
Spent mostly with the boys
But there is one
That stands above the rest
The one that gives him meaning
And puts a beat in his chest
He receives the decision
Grow up or die
He feels his heart curl
And a tear falls from his eye
The rebel dies
For the love of the girl
I hate ultimatums and I needed to share that with you
because if you ever give me an ultimatum, We're Finished, We're Through!
Ultimatum
Unwise or cool chances we take
Life is choices that we make
Time gets hard and time gets cold
Innocence is never old
Maybe it's just hard to see
After all it's you it's me
Teaching how to pick and choose
Influence for those filling shoes
Ultimatum makes you think
Makes you want to float or sink
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
At the wind's behest
At the sun's command
Swarming worms infest
Legs and arms and hands
Flesh from bone undressed
Withers in the sand
Denser forms divest
Of filaments and strands
As rigid limbs relax
Bound by sky and land
Mouth and throat contract
Chest and brain expand
Set free by their collapse
Fulfilled by new demands
Enshrined as they're enclasped
By rasping sea and sand
Written by © Raven Drake
This occasion I will be quick
use all my every wit and trick
fast as a shooting star
I will follow, like a mammoth
comet I will cut through and
not wallow in the dark, lighting
the sky, a rabid Solar Firefly!
Constant in my blazing
pursuit, though the heavens
are replete with obstacles
thick, I will remain slippery
slick – sliding over the thin weaving
fearlessly through the thick, taking leaps
and bounds like trumpeting elephants making
raging sounds – God knows this muse of
mine will know no rest! – tired of word-salads,
cutesy at best! – Give me something
of your monarch title worthy, and not continue to
deplete my precious poetic time by offering me another
bowl of mushy, flashy, sentimental-card-like, low hanging
fruit, overripe rhyme – or you're fired!!
I rather be empty than free.
This is desperation.
pure
insanity
I feel cold winds against my face.
Finally.
An ultimatum stood at my door
And greeted me so fondly
To the tune of my thumping heartbeat.
"Live as I seem or die as I am"
The words had reverberated in my skull and rattled my bones-
Sick with grief and mourning
Of a life never lived,
A lick of air never tasted on a tongue of a new man-
Not man-soon-to-be, or transsexual or Pinocchio without the splintering of wood but of words,
That scar my treacly heart,
That would better beat being born of another,
Without the tack tack tack of a dull toothache,
Soothed by morning (mourning) migraines or piercing stab of the mirror you avoid,
If not only to ignore the cavity but the caveat of a sorrow sight sought by seeing the sores gap,
Or stain of black mold
That seep into the other aspects of life,
Rotten tooth, rotting
Rotten life.
The ultimatum greeted me once more with a jolly hello on a Sunday morning
(After Saturday night was such a wonderful night)
Ever persistent, like church-going evangelists,
The knock-knock-knock
Similar to the beating of a batter to beat broken bruised boys,
Yet a boy was not who I was (To the eye)
But what I sought to be,
Surely the movement door-to-door or to move preaching lips mimic the migration or change in oneself-
To them; As enlightenment
For myself; A step down where the fire crackles,
Even as the tide crashes below,
Pitchfork points dig into my heel,
I'll take the grueling punishment,
Cast into the bowels of the earth,
And pecked by the birds,
So give me that old time religion,
It's good enough for me.
The ultimatum met me atop a bridge and greeted me,
Gun to my head,
"Fall back as I seem or pull the trigger as I am."
A coup de grâce,
The ocean lingers at a standstill as the gun cocks,
Waiting to exhale.
Unlike the earth,
With my heart's final pang,
I don't end with a whimper,
But with a bang.
She loved milk straight from the cows teat
It gave her boyfriend Juan a shudder
The ultimatum he voiced was clear
It has to be Juan or the udder!
In these times of great confusion,
No one sees beyond the illusion.
sun reaches its zenith in the sky and
sun glints off the tearing eye.
rain pours down from heaven above
rain carried on white wings of the dove.
white snow falls to the ground.
white flakes below and all around.
trees are disturbed by whispering gale and
trees are cracked by the pounding of hail
immaculate face
immaculate space.
we are full of life
we are full of strife.
death will slither as a venomous snake but
death will wither; pray the soul to take.
carried into heaven’s gate and
carried by its fate;
another escape of time’s planes
another light, dark gains.
beyond the dark
beyond the twittering of the skylark,
sun rises
sun demises
the moon has eyes
the moon tells lies
don’t believe what the moon says
don’t believe-he’ll mess with your head.
behold the sun’s light
behold the dark’s fright
listen to mysterious sounds beyond
listen to delirious thoughts far gone.
pay your respects to the god who saves;
pay your respects to the ghosts beyond their graves.
people will lie and
people will die;
hearts are born and
hearts are torn from
the chests of all human beings
the chests that hold all feelings.
sun wakes the lark
sun will soon go dark.
moon shines bright;
moon laughs at our plight-
and even as we cry
and even as we die
we still see the heavens above; but
we still don’t see abundance of love
sky behind goes bright white;
sky filled with birds taking flight; and
so too do we
so too, we are free
What is it that you need from me? -
I pray that you do tell.
For everything I've offered -
hasn't gone over too well.
Patience as you grow? -
As you learn from your mistakes?
No, that cannot be it -
because you've never really changed.
Could it be understanding? -
For me to learn just how you tick?
No, that can't be it either -
I know so much that I am sick...
Perhaps it is forgiveness -
to swipe the slate so it is clean.
No, because you've shown me -
that you'll do just what you mean.
I've come to think that silence -
is the thing you sink from me.
For me to not disturb you -
with the pain that you've been causing.
Do you desire smiles? -
Laughs? For me to eat my feelings?
For me to just get over it -
while you help none with healing?
To water down my pain -
so that you don't have to be bothered?
To pretend things never happened -
so that you and I "get farther"?
A pound of flesh you ask from me -
do I really even matter?
Or is it what you gain from me? -
It's now clear that it's the latter.
So now I turn the tables -
what is it that I require?
A pound of flesh I fear. -
Compared to yours? The cost much higher.
I now require honesty -
transparency as such.
I demand from you respect -
tell me, dear, is that too much?
I must be high up on your list -
I must be a priority.
I demand you be considerate -
and for unwavering loyalty.
This may seem alot to ask -
but it's time I claim my worth.
If you can't pay me your pound of flesh -
you must find someone else to hurt.