This Poem was Submitted By: James C. Horak On Date: 2007-11-19 09:46:17 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!

Click Here To add this poem to your "Voting Possibilities" list!

When the Monkey Grinds the Organ

Herald the heavens on fire  dispatched by Hades to acquire One sterling moment of thought   betrayed by lies all bought. For curtains are not drawn so   intact to moment we all go Singing from hymnals all the same  diligent to promise few can name. Sweet earth, precious prize   used as much in demise As the Garden of God's promise  Betrayed that knowledge could ever lie.
Copyright © November 2007 James C. Horak

This Poem was Critiqued By: Rene L Bennett On Date: 2007-12-06 23:52:56
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.80000
James, I enjoyed this read. I remember the days od singing hymns in church. (I was a lot younger then) but you brought back memories. I like your format you used here and gret penning, poet. Rene'

This Poem was Critiqued By: Thomas H. Smihula On Date: 2007-12-06 09:58:20
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.91667
James, Like this simple but to the point piece. There are no guarentees on understanding. Point well taken. Thanks for sharing this will be my last month for a minimum of 4 to 5 months otherwise I will not be coming back. Appreciate all your writings and thought provoking presentations. Well written piece here. Thanks, Thomas
This Poem was Critiqued By: Terry A On Date: 2007-11-27 15:15:47
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Among the many statements this poem makes, if I may, I will bring it down to the level of TPL. Chris shows up and tells us, that as a computer programmer, he can not deal with a spam problem, when its apparent every other webmaster can. He tells us he has to continue to charge us for posting poetry to prevent the site from being spammed, when hundreds of other sites do not seem to have that problem. Oh yes, I guess that’s because the webmaster or moderators actually handle problems like that and do not consider them insurmountable. Chris tells us he’s been soooo busy, brings in the heart-tugging baby while allowing us to see the 30 or 40 thousand dollar workshop added onto his house; ignoring completely the offer by members of TPL to relieve his enormous burdens if he will find a way or allow members to make changes, or even manage the site. Now since some say we have no right to Chris’s intellectual property whatever the hell that was supposed to mean, it may be construed that any suggestions towards improving TPL is not important to webmaster Chris who has no time to look after the site, answer member inquiries, and deal honestly with all of our concerns. And he thinks that any excuse is a good excuse to those that don’t take the time to examine the matter closely. While we TPL members are treated as though we are morons. And I am saying this here, yes, this critique is a rant; because no other member but you has challenged the state of things. Leaving me wondering if I am a moron for posting on TPL at all, or all we all just monkeys grinding Chris's organ? Or can the poetry be greater then a pathetic webmaster? Can the citizens of earth vanquish corruption in leadership? Terry “diligent to promise few can name.”
This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2007-11-26 15:02:32
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.90000
Hi James....I have't heard from you in a long time. I trust you are fine and just busy. I have read this poem several times and find your last stanza is powerful and telling. What have we done to this precious prize we call earth? Seems to me we have done everyting we can do to kill it, along with the multitudes of people who don't agree with our way of living. So we come to the thankful end of the Bush era and keep praying there is someone who can pull us out of this mess. This is a thoughtful poem with a good rhyme scheme that makes it a pleasure to read....well done. Marilyn
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2007-11-19 21:53:47
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James, The monkey grinder is whom? Certainly not that piece of crap stupid ass, secret society-devil worshiper Bush! Our government, Skull and bonesmen, the big bankers? Every single American should get with it. 425,000 of our troops in desert storm, died of infections and poisoning from depleted uranium. Who knows about this illegal war with Iraq. The returning young servicemen are committing suicide. And no ones allowed to carry the US flag? Innocent people killed cause we want to steal their oil! And we sit at our Thanksgiving dinners like fat cats. Glad it isn't us! Wrong.......911 done by our government, the poisoning of our foods, body products, medicines, air, waters with fluoride, our minds brainwashed, our independence stripped away. All by our government..........not China, not Iraq! We are the terrorist. We the people of the U.S.A., killed JFK, and his son............ Somebody better do some thing, a new election won't be enough. Thank you for giving me the vehicle to drive these points home. Great poem, you have done much to educate and help this poor planet. Thank you James, Dellena
Poetry Contests Online at The Poetic Link

Click HERE to return to ThePoeticLink.com Database Page!