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01/26 Meeting My Crazy Family

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Viper's Nest

Norma, and my two sisters lives have passed, many years ago
I, the youngest remain, never fit in with their lies and plots.
If I paint them as visual images you will see them in your mind
Faces like angels belied souls grasping power like drunken sots

Before my time, Norma taught her girls well, to take advantage
get an upper hand, by any means and press it to the wall.
She a liar, rewrote history to which I would not agree, or endorse
by my guiding light, she branded me a liar, which was my pall.

Her need to be lovely, gracious and strong was Norma's gig,
passing rules to daughters Kathryn and her young sister Stormy,
"be sweet on the surface. Let not an ugly thought cross your face
you must ever act the lady, I know you can do this for me !

Kathryn, a pious and knowing goody-two shoes as it came about
listening at closed doors for secret info, to use against a foe!
Stormy was her mark dictated by her jealousy of Stormy's beauty
the two girls fought, Stormy ripping out hair, Kath laid her low

Stormy, at fifteen a master of deception and misdirection,
also the family tart, to balance out Kathryn's cold malaise of soul.
Stormy married a man, a devil under the guise of tall blond swain
who lusted for young girls, as his heart was a true "Black Hole"

Kathy conned a man to wed her, with a fake pregnancy... a lie
no word was spoken of this trap, but we saw her secretive smile
Poor T. J. was caught in a spider's web, he the poor trapped fly
bitter, she would pay the price of a loveless union, a true sad trial.

A nest of vipers...these women spinning their tales to barter
living their lives as if the free world owed them many riches
For being in the same room and sharing the air they breathe
I hope you know not ones who are like these unholy Bitches!

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I would greatly appreciate any and all suggestions, thank you! Cat

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Northwestern Wisconsin USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe, William Blake, Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, Carlos Castaneda, Jim Morrison, the whole of Neopoet and many more., Candlewitch

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neopoet

neopoet

2 months 3 weeks ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

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

This poem presents a vivid and unsparing portrait of a dysfunctional family, employing direct narrative and character sketches to convey bitterness and alienation. The speaker positions themselves as an outsider, contrasting their own values with those of their mother and sisters, whom they describe in harsh, even vitriolic terms.

The poem’s strengths lie in its specificity and willingness to delve into uncomfortable emotional territory. The details—such as “Kathryn ripping out hair,” “Stormy made her eat crow,” and the manipulations surrounding marriage—create a sense of lived experience and familial history. The recurring motif of deception and performance (“look beautiful and be sweet on the surface”) serves to unify the poem’s characterization.

However, the poem’s tone is consistently accusatory and lacks nuance, which can limit its emotional resonance. The language often resorts to direct condemnation (“vile hearts,” “sociopath,” “family slut,” “unholy Bitches”), which, while forceful, risks flattening the characters into caricatures rather than complex individuals. This approach may alienate readers who seek insight into the motivations or vulnerabilities of these figures.

The poem’s structure is loosely stanzaic, but the rhythm and meter are irregular, and the rhyme scheme is inconsistent. This can create a sense of disorder, which may be intentional given the subject matter, but it also results in some awkward line breaks and phrasing (“a terrible retched trial,” “press it to the wall”). Consider refining the poem’s form—either by embracing free verse more fully or by tightening the rhyme and meter—to enhance its impact.

Imagery is present but could be developed further. The “viper’s nest” metaphor is strong but appears only in the final stanza; weaving this image throughout the poem could provide greater cohesion and symbolic depth. Additionally, the poem relies heavily on telling rather than showing; incorporating more sensory detail and scene could invite readers more deeply into the family’s world.

The final lines break the fourth wall, addressing the reader directly. While this can be effective, the abruptness of the closing exclamation may come across as didactic rather than evocative. Consider whether the poem’s emotional force might be better served by allowing the narrative and imagery to speak for themselves.

Overall, the poem’s rawness and specificity are notable, but greater attention to form, imagery, and complexity of characterization could deepen its emotional and artistic effect.

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Rula

Rula

2 months 3 weeks ago

Dear Cat

First thought when I read this crossed my mind was the fairy tale of Cinderella. It was only the great care of god that protected you from the evilness that they "wore"

You are absolutely an angel to be protected by the heavenly hands.

Take care little angel. You're precious to us all and many others.

 

Thank you for sharing this one.

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

2 months 3 weeks ago

My Sweet Rula,

I know this poem is very messy. I appreciate you taking the plunge into the deep end Of the pool/poem. I will be working on it to try and make it worth the time you spent in reading it. I have a very long way to go, LOL! Thank you so much,

your Candle

Geezer

Geezer

2 months 3 weeks ago

A letter...

It reads like a letter in a diary; one that serves to let future readers know of the trials and tribulations of the writer. If you were to try and shorten lines and make this a rhyming poem, I think that it would be a major undertaking. I would stick to revising the punctuation, and making sure that the lines follow smoothly, without losing any of the details.

Rather than writing out the whole line in many cases, I will just try to point out the addition or subtraction of any words or punctuation as I see it.

passed now, many pleasant years ago
having never accepted
portraits as visual images; you must
Their angelic faces, belied their vile hearts, grasping power as drunken sots.
to take advantage by any means, and press it to the wall.
and gaining her ire.
Truth was my guiding light, so she branded me a liar, and I took the fall.
and all knowing, a goody-two shoes, as it came about.
Listening at closed doors, for tidbits of secret knowledge to use against a foe!
From youngest days they fought, Kathryn ripped out hair, Stormy made her eat crow.
deception and misdirection. 
She was
handsome;
nature, lusted for other women,
No word
smile.
fly.
Embittered,

That's about all I have, I don't think that I changed the intent of the poem, and I certainly hope that my punctuation is okay. LoL ~ Geez.
.

 

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

2 months 3 weeks ago

Dearest Geez,

Thank you so much for your suggestions. I will try to clean this piece up over the next two days. I really do appreciate your involvement.

much love, Cat

Unca Fez

Unca Fez

2 months 3 weeks ago

Unholy Bitches...

Unholy bitches is being too kind for those three.  Having heard the back story and having associated with them for years, my honest opinion is that they were lucky that Cat didn't finally lose it and eliminate all three.  It's a testiment to what her father taught her that they survived to die in the swamp of their own making.

Steve

Wallyroo92

Wallyroo92

2 months 1 week ago

Viper's Nest

I saw the title and I was hooked, then I saw it was for the contest and I knew this was going to be a savage piece. It's interesting that as poets we're able to observe and describe what we see and feel especially when those in our lives who have an integral part hurts or hurt those we love. Your form and style was excellent, leaving us with an impression that some souls are just dark and empty like a "black hole".

Thank you for sharing. I've become a fan of your work.

W

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

2 months ago

Dear W,

I am very lucky to have escaped their Darkness. (and even more so) Finding Steven as he a major contributor to the many joys in my life, now! Thank you so very much for reading and commenting on my poem.

fondly, Cat