You may be very wealthy and powerful,
Yet you're doomed to fail like a fool,
If you are on the wrong side of history,
Where a deep sludgy hole is your final destiny.
Hitler at one point found himself on the slippery slope
Where he crashed and his neck ended in a rope.
He eventually vanished, disappeared and gone
Like a flash of lightning on a cloudy afternoon.
No leader is more powerful than his constituents.
The power belongs to the People. No scavengers
Remain in power for an unlimited time. The wise leaders
Became statesmen and the bad ones became stains in the pants.
When so many people are right, and you're so wrong;
You are indeed on the wrong side of history.
When you lie so much, that's a sign that you're not strong;
You are unbelievable, and only fools believe in your story.
Copyright © January 2018 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
As the weather chooses its flavour for the hour,
Stubble-ended wood shaves itself on the layers of unseen ground.
Synthetic puke seeps through pores seeking to devour
Every tiny, curled hair floating in the murk around and around.
Pool party skies reside a millimeter higher than the tallest fingertip:
Leftovers infect this mass of last meals passed on.
A spindle of cloth runs out with time enough to graze my lip
And still no locks of winter-lived years could sink a single talon
Into the darkest dark of fleeting moments taken from a fork.
Shall this be all that has come from years after that first unscrewed cork?
I turn on the water spicken nothing comes out but rust and sludge such as life inside~
9/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Deep in ocean near the coast,
slicks black-oil-slime’s terminal ghost.
Man’s ultimate deadly mistake,
razes abundant life in its wake.
Grim offing visions fiercely hold,
dismal lust for this liquid gold.
Thick black muck that stifles breath,
drags live water’s eventual death.
Black sludge a cloak of despair,
choking its vein to complete repair.
Time will tell of the spoils done,
before mankind, reverts to none…
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fifth Place Winner ~ "Gulf Oil Spill” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup
July 4, 2010
Thick sludge upon my
wings; sad eyes in need of help
Hopeless eyes searching
For Raul's contest
(Photo of an oil coated duck and beach)
Slither Slider Sludge
from the quagmire to the dust
we stand to face the mountain
with the rage of shadows past
I am anger I am pain
I heard the shadows
felt the rain
caste the feelings out in vain
Listen to the words I say
feel the warmth of summers day
we fight again a waste of time
why should it be this way
Slither Slider Sludge
perhaps we leave the dust
a ray of light a slight decay
perhaps I see the light of day
We took unto this home of ours
a child of the night
a child caste in shadows past
his light of slivers plight
His cry within the wilderness
I could not turn away
and yet with money speaking
we could not have him stay
Begone the the thoughts of money
I could not turn away
I could hear, the child heart crying
I had to let him stay
my heart reached out to cover him
in mantels of my soul
together we must shoulder then
the defects of our gaols
And yet we see the start of light
the growth of wisdoms road
as school results begin to shake
the devil from the toad
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