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On Halloween night!

The tables are turning,
so quickly I'm learning!
Decisions made hastily,
usually end nastily!

I've bought some guitars,
that have put me in debt!
This very well may be,
something to fret!

My own free persuasions,
have created dis allusions.
The intimate nature of my
ongoing confusion.

Bring memories of past mistakes,
completely consuming.
A writing of death,
inscribed on the temple wall!

Visions of splendor,
create such frustration!
To kick against pricks
is never a solution!

If God is a friend,
He is always an ally.
You piss Him off once
you may never recover!

Knowing His nature
has grand implications.
He once said that
ye are Gods.

Just one look at your mind
may turn your perspective,
from being unwanted,
to being accepted!

When tragedy leans,
against all that you'd hoped for!
Turn your self doubt into
complete self approval!

Nothing will stop,
the acid rain from falling,
but if you're a good soldier
you'll manage the calling!

In the end you'll wind up
on the right side of the fence!
With no one to tell you
your heaven has been spent!

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I'm at a place in life that I did not expect, but if I went back I'd not do it differently. No power in Heaven or hell down below. Can take your free choices. If you end up in pickle it's most likely cyclical. Your agency sacred was given for your happiness, you create it with choices that only you can enjoy or hate. Some are long lasting while others are more finite! With the wisdom collected, I'd try to avoid trouble, but my nature dissolves the inclination to be stable!

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
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Region, Country: U.S.A., UT, USA

Favorite Poets: John Ondrasick, Sting, Tom Petty, Neil Young, Geezer, Candlewitch, Ruby Lord, Rula, Lavender, Kowque, Tigger Kaz and many others

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neopoet

5 months 3 weeks ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem explores themes of regret, self-reflection, spiritual anxiety, and the search for acceptance, employing a conversational and somewhat confessional tone. The structure is loosely stanzaic, with most stanzas comprising four lines, though the rhyme and meter are inconsistent. This irregularity can create a sense of spontaneity, but it sometimes undermines the poem’s musicality and coherence.

The poem opens with a play on idioms—“tables are turning,” “something to fret”—which introduces a tone of wordplay and self-awareness. The use of rhyme is at times effective (“learning”/“turning,” “hastily”/“nastily”), but elsewhere feels forced or inconsistent, as in “debt”/“fret” and “persuasions”/“dis allusions.” The latter also introduces a homophonic pun (“disillusions”/“dis allusions”), though the intent is not entirely clear, and the phrase “created dis allusions” is syntactically awkward.

The poem moves between personal confession (“I’ve bought some guitars, / that have put me in debt!”) and broader existential or spiritual concerns (“If God is a friend, / He is always an ally”). The allusion to “writing of death, / inscribed on the temple wall” evokes the biblical story of Belshazzar’s feast, suggesting a sense of foreboding or judgment. However, the transition between personal anecdote and grand spiritual statement is abrupt, and the connections between stanzas are sometimes tenuous.

There are several idiomatic expressions and references throughout (“kick against pricks,” “acid rain,” “good soldier,” “right side of the fence”), which contribute to the poem’s conversational style but also risk cliché or lack of specificity. The phrase “kick against pricks” is a biblical allusion, but its meaning may not be immediately clear to all readers.

The poem’s central tension appears to be between self-doubt and self-acceptance, with the speaker oscillating between regret, spiritual anxiety, and hope for redemption. The final stanzas attempt to resolve this tension, advocating for “complete self approval” and perseverance despite adversity. The closing lines gesture toward a kind of personal salvation, though the phrase “your heaven has been spent” is ambiguous and could benefit from clarification.

Overall, the poem would benefit from greater attention to cohesion—both thematically and formally. Consider refining the rhyme scheme for consistency, clarifying ambiguous references, and developing the transitions between personal and spiritual reflection. The poem’s strength lies in its willingness to grapple with uncertainty and self-examination, but it would be more effective with tighter language and a clearer through-line.

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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

5 months 3 weeks ago

hello mercer,

I suggest you change your title to something that is reflected in the poem. As this poem is not about Halloween Night. May yours be a good one!

always, Cat

p.s.

welcome to Neopoet!

J

JOHN LESLIE BOYDSTUN

5 months 3 weeks ago

Life at this moment!

Thank you for commenting , you are absolutely correct. I find it ironic that it was on this day that I now can't get back on medicaid!

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

5 months 3 weeks ago

Damned Idiots....

Hello Mercer,

My husband Steven and I are bogged down with similar problems with the whole of the Medicare programs... On 10-31- 2025, he finished out his last day. At a company he worked for putting in fifteen plus years. Now we are trying to get on the Medicare programs. We are having such terrible problems! I hope yours are solved soon. 

I am seventy-five years old, my husband is seventy-six. We are going to fight this. I hope you fight them and win! I do not say prayers, because religion and I are at odds. But I do light candles and make wishes on them. I will light one for you. And wish for the best, for you.

Welcome to Neopoet. I am looking forward to reading more of your poems. Please do not be a stranger,

sincerely, Cat