This Poem was Submitted By: James C. Horak On Date: 2006-10-18 16:35:47 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The World's Last Heartbeat

Do not suppose, sober one of thought,    the means are not at hand. Ten times over, in ten different ways,    the end of life can come.  Even those so prepared to deliver,    struck mad by undiscerning, Almost belching out belief, there is.  The difference in serial killing is not    the lapping up of blood after the kill, To the dance of whore media upon sense    just to sell a slogan.  It is not in the slinking thing sliding     away from the light of day To the dazzling lights of camera display    nor the drumbeat of youth giving life away. It is not taking tally upon the dead with bauble    in a cradle somewhere placed away To the growing number of dead draped     in flag covered coffin (not to be shown though.) It is, in the lost sanctity of life we would protect    from a fiend without avowal to one particular                                                  right. To the condoned uncounted undisclosed deaths    from fiends without avowal to any particular                                                 right.                    

Copyright © October 2006 James C. Horak


This Poem was Critiqued By: Turner Lee Williams On Date: 2006-10-28 11:20:32
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James--This satirical write derides the sad state of affairs the current world is in: philosophical/social/political. This caustic piece speaks to man's seemingly denial of an untimely/abrupt end to mortal endeavors. More- over, Scribe points to many atrocities as proof of this lack of conscious- ness/conscience; morbidities of war/civic killings/child abuse/gang activi- ties/private strifes/inhumane acts; and the sensationalism devived from sleaze for monies and noterity. The last two verses are the most telling of the work; "It is, in the lost sanctity of life we would protect from a fiend without avowal to one particular right. To the condoned uncounted undisclosed deaths from fiends without avowal to any particular right." In my opinion (with this offering), speaker has presented an intriguing prem- ise and provided a candid denouement. Bravo! TLW


This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2006-10-21 16:41:22
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James, This is a poem to ponder. To me I think of all the wrong decisions made that bring us to this place in time. Lying on the heap of man's destructive forces, his inhumanity to man.....we sacrifice to the greater good thats not good! It's all for naught. I feel like a lab rat. Being fed ideas/rules/foods/medicines/water laced with crap/government rule which is atrocious/and more. If that weren't enough we're sacrificed in war to the God's of making a buck. To die prematurely for no respectable reason is sad indeed. And yet that's whats happening! Yup! Good one... Dellena
This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2006-10-19 11:20:11
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi JCH.....what a treat to hear your voice in and among the words of this thought provoking poem. Life is fragile, isn't it? Your title...The worlds last heartbeat...screams that at me. This is such a powerful poem that must be read several times in order extract the written and unwritten words....."It is, in the lost sanctity of life we would protect"....this is a true statement and gives the eintire piece such profound meaning. The words....in flag covered coffin....makes my heart ache. Will the horrors of war ever be behind us or must we blindly go from one to the other until we hear the world's last heartbeat? Well done, my friend. Marilyn
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Andrew Hislop On Date: 2006-10-18 19:36:41
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
JCH I recently stumbled across a quote from PD Ouspensky which hit a nerve: "It is only when we realise that life is taking us nowhere that it begins to have meaning." I thought, fuck, he's right. And so are you: "It is, in the lost sanctity of life we would protect from a fiend." Yep, there's the means and purpose, combined. But one must first clearly see that sanctity has been lost (perhaps 'stolen' is more apposite) to have the ground to stand on from which to respond. In a world/universe/whatever into which evil has introjected itself, good must arise in response. I toy with the idea that that is just plain cause-and-effect, rather than a necessity imposed on Good, in the sense that shadows can only arise in the presence of light. Yes, the means ARE at hand. The reason people despair, I think, is because their eyes are not yet fully adjusted to reality to be able to see the means that are already at their disposal. MAH
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2006-10-18 17:52:20
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James you are one powerful writer my friend...........I am glad you share your talent here with us. Have nothing to offer you have said it all...........God Bless, Claire
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