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In twenty-four hours?

Imagine what could happen,
in twenty-four hours?
The powers that be
might kick you out on the street!

The administrator came in,
left a sign on the wall,
but would not say
a damn thing!

Your best friends,
and family, if you have any,
will not do anything
to help.

Tomorrow will
come and go.
You'll face the same
turmoil within.

You owe your place of residence
18,000 dollars,
which you simply
cannot pay back!

They'll shuttle you off,
to God only knows where.
Medicaid has already
cut you off!

You have 1600 dollars,
of alimony money and a lot more,
which you might,
never get back!

If the government dose not kick in quickly,
you may be out on a street corner.
Holding a jar and a sign,
maybe you'll have a warm jacket.

Your brother see's you
as having the tools,
to get done what,
needs to be done.

Deep inside you're
only a child,
with nothing left
to hide.

You're the same as
everyone else with a problem,
and the truth is that
your emotional needs will never be met!

So lift your eyes to Heaven,
and say a quick prayer,
just to die!
Maybe you'll hit the jackpot.

Your hopes and dreams,
will never be answered.
A losing proposition
all the way around!

Time will tell, if God's promises,
will still remain intact.
They whisper hushed hope
for your salvation.

Your doubt has taken you a back.
The only thing left to do,
is to throw your hands in the air
and find a new plan of attack!.

You're never going back again,
not with the same state of mind.
If anyone stands to hold you back,
you'll have to cut their bullshit down!

Then off to your own concentration camp,
there to live out your lie.
A paradox unimaginable,
what will become of you?

About This Poem

Last Few Words: This is not just a sad story, it's something that we all pass through. We flounder to stand on our feet and catch a fresh breath of air! No one is exempt from the task, in one form or another. We all venture off on very different directions, but end up in the same place. Standing in front of god with our knickers down, ready to be kicked in the arse!

Style/Type: Free verse

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Ogden, Utah, USA

Favorite Poets: Jon Anderson, Jon Ondrasik, Donald Fagen, Sting, Eric Bloom , and all of the poets at neo.

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neopoet

neopoet

5 months 1 week ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

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

This poem explores the theme of personal crisis and systemic failure, focusing on the precariousness of housing, financial instability, and emotional despair. The structure is loosely organized into short stanzas, which mirrors the fragmentation and anxiety of the speaker’s mental state. The use of direct address and rhetorical questions in the opening lines engages the reader and sets a tone of urgency and uncertainty.

The poem’s narrative voice is conversational and confessional, which creates immediacy but also leads to some inconsistencies in tone. For example, the poem oscillates between colloquial language (“a damn thing,” “cut their bullshit down”) and more formal or abstract phrasing (“paradox unimaginable”), which can disrupt the cohesion of the voice. The poem makes use of repetition (“in twenty-four hours,” “you’ll face the same turmoil within”) to emphasize the cyclical nature of the speaker’s predicament, but at times the repetition becomes literal rather than poetic, which can weaken the impact.

Imagery is present but tends toward the literal and expository (“Holding a jar and a sign,” “administrator came in, left a sign on the wall”). The poem could benefit from more figurative language or sensory detail to evoke the emotional landscape more vividly. The metaphor of the “concentration camp” in the final stanza is jarring and potentially problematic, as it invokes historical trauma in a way that may not be justified by the context of the poem. This risks alienating readers and detracts from the poem’s emotional authenticity.

The poem’s pacing is uneven, with some stanzas feeling rushed and others lingering on details that do not advance the emotional arc. The narrative arc moves from despair to a tentative resolve, but the transition is abrupt and could be developed more fully to give the ending greater resonance.

Attention to line breaks and punctuation would help clarify meaning and control the poem’s rhythm. There are several grammatical errors (“dose” instead of “does,” “see’s” instead of “sees”) that distract from the reading experience and should be addressed.

Overall, the poem effectively conveys a sense of desperation and systemic neglect, but it would benefit from greater attention to voice consistency, imagery, and structural cohesion. Consider refining the language for precision and impact, and re-examining the use of potentially loaded metaphors.

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Rula

Rula

5 months 1 week ago

Leslie

I am one here that well understands your worries and what millions are going through. It's a shame.

I wonder how presidents and kings feel towards such situations. Your poem said it all and said it well. I wish this to be solved soon. 

Thank you for sharing. 

John Leslie O'Kelley

John Leslie O'Kelley

5 months 1 week ago

In twenty-four hours!

Just as Candlewitch and others, you have always been there in spirit for me. I understand only in my own limited way the suffering that the two of you have experienced! Please know that I think about the two of you often and about what you are going through! Thanks again for sharing!

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

5 months 1 week ago

My dear friend,

I feel so angry, NO, not angry, but I am livid over KING TRUMP'S actions concerning the government!!! I do not believe he cares about the lives he has thrown into turmoil of how many will lose everything the hold because of him! I am trying hard not to hate him, but I am losing the battle... 

I once was homeless, it was not an ideal situation. I was abandoned by my husband and friends and family. The government turned on me too. 

I will light a candle for you everyday, until I read that you are okay. I pray too but to the Great Lady, Gaia. She has served my beliefs well. I hope she will help.

always your friend, Cat

your poem made my cry... hot livid tears that wash away blindness... 

John Leslie O'Kelley

John Leslie O'Kelley

5 months 1 week ago

King Trump

I once had a friend who illuminated my mind to the tyranny of king Trump! My brother is a Trumpster, and he likes to yell and scream obscenities at me. I hate the 

Lavender

Lavender

5 months 1 week ago

In Twenty-four Hours

Hello, John,

Much to be fearful of during these times. Our Democracy is being trampled, and the future is uncertain. It is important to connect with others and not feel alone in this time of injustice. 

I sense the frustration and worry in your words.  

Take good care,

L

Geezer

Geezer

5 months 1 week ago

Dear Bro...

I wrote a whole big reply to your 'rage against the machine' and forgot to post it before moving on to something else. Rest assured that the universe is planning something big for all of those who spread love and admiration, and I'm sure that you are amongst those who are included. Best of luck, Bro. ~ Geez.