Sweets

Sweets

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Sweets

pumpkins drip seeds
tears of pulp
Hallow's Eve
is different now
Kids find candy in their bags
that is flavored
with one party or the other
their costumes are a facade
ghosted liberals
vampirical conservatives

the kids are dressed warmly
protected by parents
who lead by example
and when they ring the doorbell
with prejudiced fingers
their costumes are transparent

and the jack-O-lanterns frown
through the tears 
and the seeds
at the core 
of what could be peace
if only there is exchange
of sound example

and a trade
of candy bars. 


erin-cilberto
10/06/25

© 2025 jacob erin-cilberto


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Halloween has never been my cup of tea, but two side's to the coin weather it trick or treat but I did enjoyed the read, sweet or sour it does make you wonder how we came with this day.
Thank you for sharing.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Smiling at the thought of right/left flavored candies, but know damned good and well that as far divided as we are that some people really do divide everything up into "like us" or forbidden. Nice work. ~Jim

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

Lately, I just eat independent dark chocolate.
j.
It would be nice. I can think of one person who did exactly this and was killed for it. Politics polarize. Perhaps poetry could help build a spirit of community. Lord knows, we have enough feelings for a thousand candy bar exchanges! No pumpkins, though. The smell of raw pumpkin makes me expel the contents of my stomach.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

Glad you just read my words and didn't have to smell them...Thanks for your words, Zoe.
j.
If only life could be as easy as receiving candy bars and trading them on Halloween. Politics has infiltrated every part of our lives. It seems everyone is angry. Friendships have been torn apart because of different views. As always, you find a unique way to be a mirror on our times. Lydi**

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

Thank you for your kind review, Lydi.
I would never trade a friendship because of a political.. read more
Ah, "Sweets." A profound rumination on the existential dread of flavored glucose and the geopolitical implications of a fun-size Snickers.

​This isn't just a poem; it's a terrifyingly accurate documentary about the secret life of vegetable effluvia. The image of "pumpkins drip seeds / tears of pulp" is a brilliant, albeit messy, way of saying, "The gourd is crying." Why is it crying? Because it knows that even its own children; the seeds are doomed to become snacks, much like the children of this poem, who are merely vessels for political candy.

​The real genius here is the revelation that Halloween costumes are no longer about being spooky; they're about political confectionery. Imagine: a "Ghosted Liberal" costume that tastes vaguely of kombucha and social anxiety, or a "Vampirical Conservative" candy bar that’s all nougat and deregulation. The kids are innocently trick-or-treating, yet their parents have weaponized the fun-size bag! It’s less "trick or treat" and more "ideology or indigestion."

​The most startling piece of insight is that the parents are leading by example.

The true core of the conflict isn't in Washington D.C.; it's on Mrs. Henderson's porch, where a five-year-old Darth Vader is refusing to accept a toffee from a parent dressed as "Austerity."

​The jack-o'-lanterns, those stoic observers, are the real Greek chorus. They don't just frown; they frown "through the tears / and the seeds" at the simple solution: "a trade / of candy bars."

The poem argues that all the weighty issues of the world could be solved if only everyone would stop overthinking it and simply exchange chocolate. The path to global peace is paved not with gold, but with the harmonious swapping of peanut butter cups for gummy worms.
​The whole thing makes perfect, glorious, and completely unhinged sense. It's a plea for caloric diplomacy, where the only "sound example" is an unwrapped treat.



Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

Thank you for your review, Jansy.
j.
If only it were that simple j. It would appear that the scariest costume these days is the one of "terrorist"
but then I believe there was a group that turned a tea party into a country.

One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter and the streets of the world fill with supporters who fear to show their faces.

Halloween was much kinder when w dressed as hoboes and wandered the streets with pillowcases

Nice touch j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


What I love about zhalloween is it's the one time it is acceptable to be yourself.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

I hear ya, Dale.
I hear ya.
j.
Halloween should be neutral. No place for prejudice and yet it is everywhere around us, daily. Surely Halloween hasn’t been influenced by politics? If it has, there’s nothing sweet about that. It’s turned it sour. A very topical poem in the current political climate. I like the visuals of pumpkins crying tears of pulp j. No wonder the Jack o lanterns are frowning.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

Thank you for your insights, Chris.
j.

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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..