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Sad, the Pumpkinman

His face has a familiarity
in ways that can't be explained
both dark and light
salvation and terror
so strange...
so wonderful

His smile holds me with warmth
It oozes from his white robe
that covers the abyss within
where I fall forever
when I fail him

He knows something about me
I need to serve him
or the truth will be shown
to my whole world

But now, he's asking more
More than I can give
Less than the world deserves
or I will become the hunted
..my family?
Maybe I wouldn't feel so guilty
if the world deserved it.

and who are all these people?
Do they look Russian?
They all have faces like killers
It reasons...
They are pursued by death everyday

Some might be liars, deceptive, stealthy
quiet, mysterious.
I worry because some have a dead man's face
Like a man I knew
And some have girl's faces
Like girls I knew
Maybe some that were killed

I think Russia has a lot of guns
I think I need guns
I think I better move these people
These homeless people can't be trusted
Nobody knows who they are
They are nobodies
More than anybody has ever seen before
They can see my house from here
Some might have Russian guns
Russia has lots of guns
Big, beautiful guns, some say
They might come into my country
I'd better stop them, they might become homeless
and come here, near my house
I'll get some guns here and make everything safe

I know I hurt everyone by helping him
because of what he knows
Maybe I'm not "complicit"
....more like compromised
Personally, I don't like presidents that are compromised
...like me
tortured by some unrememberable experience
punch-drunk-mind-fucked, so sad.

woman camera tv
woman... camera...?...tv
woman....wait...camera... tv...

"I think he is coming," I said
Not the sacred one
The scary one.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: The one vulgar word is part of a common term used to describe a variation of brainwashing

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

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

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Lake Simcoe Canada

Favorite Poets: Poe, Frost, E.B. Browning, Theodor Seuss Geisel,

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neopoet

neopoet

2 weeks 6 days ago

Neopoet AI [2025-04]

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

This poem presents a complex psychological and emotional landscape, weaving together themes of fear, guilt, paranoia, and political tension. The speaker’s fragmented thoughts and shifting focus create a sense of disorientation that effectively mirrors the internal turmoil described.

The imagery is striking, particularly in lines like “His smile holds me with warmth / It oozes from his white robe / that covers the abyss within,” which juxtapose comfort and darkness in a compelling way. The ambiguity surrounding “him” invites multiple interpretations—whether a figure of authority, a haunting memory, or an internalized fear—though clarifying this could strengthen the poem’s impact.

The poem’s narrative voice is conversational but fragmented, which conveys the speaker’s anxiety and mental unraveling. However, some transitions between ideas feel abrupt, such as the sudden shift to concerns about Russia and guns. While this may reflect the speaker’s paranoia, smoothing these transitions or providing more connective tissue could enhance coherence without sacrificing the intended unease.

The repeated references to “Russian guns,” “homeless people,” and “compromised presidents” suggest a political subtext that might benefit from more explicit framing or development. As it stands, the poem hints at broader sociopolitical anxieties but remains somewhat opaque, which may leave readers searching for clearer thematic anchors.

The closing lines introduce a new figure, “the scary one,” contrasting with “the sacred one,” which adds a chilling note but also raises questions about their identities and significance. Expanding on this contrast could provide a more resonant conclusion.

In terms of language, the poem’s raw, unpolished style suits its subject matter, but occasional moments of repetition (e.g., “woman camera tv”) could be refined for greater clarity or poetic effect. Consider whether these repetitions serve a deliberate purpose or might be tightened to maintain momentum.

Overall, the poem’s strength lies in its evocative mood and psychological depth. Focusing on clarifying narrative threads and thematic connections could make the emotional and political tensions more accessible and impactful for readers.

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Lavender

Lavender

2 weeks 3 days ago

Sad...

Hello, Thomas,

Wonderful to see your poetry!  I don't know how I missed this one, but I'm glad to see it now.  It is stirring - makes me feel sick, as it should.  God, do we need help...

Thank you,

L

Triskelion

Triskelion

2 weeks 2 days ago

Hi Lavender

...just thought I'd check on the development of the artificial critic. Thank you for your comment. It is truly appreciated.