Down in sludgy footprints
ants built their colonies
once mud has hardened
& cracks go further
in the ground like
explorers in lost caves.
There's mystery
under-ground
deepest seas.....
turbulent waves
will prevent
the findings
of ancient
cities,
like the tunnels
under our feet.
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.
Mother Nature
A Poem by Arayelle Peach
The painted blue sky, all shimmered with white,
How it deepens the forest on a sunken blue night,
How it sways and dances, like me and you,
As if it's stayed for decades watching life pass through.
Misty wet weather doesn't bother at all,
Always and forever you make my heart drawl,
Like a mother who nurtures their child,
Or leaves so curved, they form a great smile.
As green as an emerald found under the midst,
Like an emerald you glow, as if moonlight-kissed.
Where the animals jump, play, and feast,
The damp dirty ground so sludgy and greased.
Could you Love anything else? That I would wager,
Safe at home with grass and trees amongst mother nature.
Spring winds blow their sound,
Winter now is bound.
Knees in,
Melted, sludgy-browned,
Green peaks through the ground.
These in,
Nature's own impound,
Exiled now, grave mound,
Squeeze in.
Snow tries to reason,
Get one last freeze in,
Surprise!
Vernal, yet weazen,
March smells a treason,
The lies!
Mad by degrees in,
Arrogant season,
Reign skies!
Hasten Cold's demise,
February spies,
Be drowned.
Viridescent eyes,
Vegetation rise,
Be gowned,
Prep and lionize,
Time yields yearly prize,
Be crowned!
The day is industrial olive oil.
Mudfish thrash on the shores of thought.
I grin a lot with my eyes,
grinners return my eyes to me -
no one wants them.
The morning's dull certainty
haunts me like a lugubrious condor,
wet ropes of laden gravity
drag me around.
Nothing irritates me
more than nothingness.
Ghost-talk filters through
a sluggish ennui
even the ghosts are boring.
The mudfish have had enough,
they are heading back to the ocean.
They know it’s a rainy Sunday.
My sludgy shores are full of killer shrimp
waiting for the squelch
of something fresh to arrive.
come sit with me
not so close -
oh go on then
you’re chillingly cute
most mute and pasty
and today
i have the stale mulligrubs
lay and play with me
lap a little
dip the lip if you want
drink -
sip me witless
hop on my knee
now nuzzle nearer
suck all sludgy emotions
tipple me my toothy nibbler
your raven locks match my socks
your eyes bluebottle black
a bruised butternut scents your syrup
i drip for you
dribble over my wetness
all damsel damp and drooly
let us gastronomically guzzle
after all
both suck and suckle
are sweetly the same
mouths wanting
a drain for their pain
dance me drowsy
in your blood flush
and deathly gurgle
oh do that again
my limpid snuggle
come sit with me
not so close -
oh go on then
you are chillingly cute
and today
i have the stale mulligrubs
lay and play with me
lap a little
dip the lip if you want
drink -
sip me witless
hop on my knee
suck all sludgy emotions
tipple me my toothy nibbler
the darkness of your raven locks
matches my socks
dribble over
my wetness
after all
both suck and suckle
are about the same
one mouth wanting
a letting
a ghost dance
for blood red rain
oh do that again
my limpid snuggle
In a pond beside a meadow
Where the slime and algae gurgle
Dwells a lonely Plobawobby
Lurking deep in murky waters.
There in sludgy weedication
All day long alone he shroudles
While the crested newts and leeches
Dragonflies and slimy slaters,
Wigglies, damselflies and skaters
Cresticate the water's riches.
But at night when all is silent
And no living thing is stirring
You may glimpse a Plobawobby
Slowly rise up to the surface
And upon a waterlily
Contemplate the sylphry moon.
27.03.20
Inky Dinky Parlay Voo Poetry Contest - sponsored by Caren Krutsinger N/A
(1 original, poem on the theme of anything you want but you have to make up some silly words and throw them in without explanation of what they mean)
When life was easy
Because you knew it all
Rainy days weren't a hindrance,
It was just the ocean's way of sending a postcard.
Instead of treading through sludgy puddles like it's a minefield
Happily splashing through them,
Because the wetter the better.
And when the sun comes out
And a vibrant rainbow pierces the clouds
It's not the refraction of sunlight through raindrops,
It's simply magic.
As the sun gradually disappears into the endless horizon,
It's not time to mourn over the passing sun,
Because now it's the stars' turn to dance.
As those moments of puddles and rainbows grow more limited
Make sure to catch the moment
To live free
With freedom only a child can possess.
It takes real faith to be an evolutionist
For as you study science
The most difficult element to find
Is randomness
And if randomness is scarce;
Almost theoretical,
Then there is design
(a thought heretical)
And if there is a design
There must be a designer?
DNA is information
Coded strips of pure devotion
To the contrary of the notion
That we came out of sludgy potion
But then we need to understand
That in every place in every land
Evolution is preached as gospel truth
And if preached, it is religion
Without proof, not a smidgen!
Funny how the scientists find
That adaption of genetic kind
Was programmed in by a superior mind
Funny how the scientists find
That DNA has an operating system
A base code filled with wisdom
I just don’t have enough faith to believe
In evolution
You
You are still a thorn in my side
A burying pain I can never excavate from under my marred flesh
Like a stubborn octopus you cling, spreading your tentacles of despair
Into every trembling nook and cranny of my feeble form
Parasitic, you devour me from the inside out
Hollowing my bones and softening my resolve
Until my desire to shuck you off has been melted into a sludgy pool
And all that’s left is you
Everywhere
Colonizing my soul, dictating my every thought
Delving even into my most private dreams you choreograph taunting fantasies
And then rip away the cloak of sleep and reveal my yearning face
Caught in that pathetic stage between dreams and waking
My eyes, searching
My lips, puckering
Anticipating your smoldering kiss that could make all this suffering worthwhile
But no kiss comes
There is no sign of your face
Like a will o’ the wisp you have fled again into the gloom
Retreating behind broad daylight’s skirts
Until the night comes again, bringing with her my doom