Cursed Or Blessed (a reposting) eddy styx.

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

This poem, "Cursed Or Blessed," presents a contemplation of life's dualities - pain and pleasure, agony and ecstasy, and the paradox of being blessed or cursed. It's a thought-provoking piece that encourages readers to reflect on their own perspectives and choices.

However, there are areas that could be improved for clarity and impact. The poem could benefit from more concrete imagery to evoke the emotions it discusses. For example, the line "The endless pain of love forsaken" could be enhanced with specific images or situations that illustrate this pain.

The poem also seems to shift in tone and perspective. It starts with a somewhat detached, philosophical tone, but then shifts into a more direct and accusatory tone with "Oh fool you, of the fleshy bondage." This shift might be intentional, but it could be confusing for some readers. If the intention is to maintain this shift, it might be helpful to make it more consistent or clear throughout the poem.

Lastly, the rhythm and meter of the poem could be more consistent. Some lines are much longer than others, which can disrupt the flow of the poem. Consider revising the lines to have a more consistent syllable count, or to follow a specific metrical pattern. This could enhance the musicality of the poem and make it more engaging to read.

Overall, the poem has a strong thematic focus and presents an intriguing exploration of life's paradoxes. With some revisions for clarity, imagery, tone, and rhythm, it could be even more impactful.

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what you mean! ~ Geez.
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Hi, Cat,
I, too, know what you mean!
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It seems to me that we are both cursed and blessed. Much of it is determined by your perspective.

Hi Cat, there is such an undercurrent to this poem.
Your opening lines are delivered with a confident force aided in your word choice.
There is no love in this poem, only the anguish of painful memories, and those who claim to be advocates of religion usually deliver the opposite of what they say.
Thank you for sharing, Ruby :)

Tell me about it. All I remember from my childhhod and school days, is a continual threat of being burned in hell. A lot of it has stuck with me and I suppose I use those experinces and preaching in my poems when I'm delivering sermons of why religion doesn't work. Ruby :)

Yes definitly, if we think about how older tribes lived and respected the earth, espcially the Native Indians of America and the Aborigines in Australia I see them as living a far better life than we ever did with religious control. I'm sorry for the lives we could have had. Ruby :) xx

I felt every single bit of this poem. As always, Eddy does not disappoint. Every road I have tried I thought led to better and it didn't. There were no blessings at the end of any of them...just more curses. Great job.

there is a third level here which I can't put my finger on................