Gold Beach Landing

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem "Gold Beach Landing" effectively uses a narrative style to recount the historical event of the D-Day landing at Gold Beach. The use of concrete, specific details such as "British 50th infantry" and "began at seven twenty-five" enhances the authenticity of the poem and allows readers to visualize the scene.

However, the poem could benefit from a more consistent rhythm and rhyme scheme. For instance, the first stanza follows an ABAB rhyme scheme, but the second stanza follows an AABB rhyme scheme. This inconsistency can be distracting for readers.

Additionally, the poem could use more figurative language to convey the emotional intensity of the event. While the poem does well in providing factual details, it lacks the emotional depth that could be achieved through the use of metaphors, similes, or personification. For example, instead of simply stating "the battle ran hot as blood spilled", the poem could use a metaphor to compare the battle to something else that conveys a similar sense of danger and intensity.

Lastly, the final stanza seems to abruptly shift in tone from the rest of the poem. While the rest of the poem is focused on the battle, the final stanza suddenly introduces the concept of "a rescue of human kindness". This shift in focus is not clearly connected to the rest of the poem, which could confuse readers. The poem could benefit from a smoother transition between these two different themes.

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history lesson and the meter was great! ~ Geez

This was my favorite of you poems about WWII.It flowed so well, I asked myself, what will you come up with next! Great job, great history lesson! You are awesome!

If only we loved our children enough to make peace. Reminds me of a poem I wanted to write “My Killer I Love You” I particularly admire 4th and 5th stanzas. The world is a beautiful garden let us pray we don’t ruin it. My Grandma RIP passed 24 years ago just after Christmas when I was in hospital with alcohol related psychosis. I blame myself for not being there for her enough in the final days. But she spoke of a former civilisation that existed on earth before humanity and they destroyed themselves I pray we do not. I love your poems dear Cat love John xxx

Thanks my dear friend xxx