Poem of the Week: Junior High Memories, Twenty Years Later

Hello, readers!

For this week’s “Poem of the Week,” I’ve decided to post yet another poem concerning school day memories and how painful they can be for some people. After all, while there are folks out there who’ve managed to enjoy the time they’ve spent in junior high and high school, the fact remains that adolescence doesn’t treat everyone kindly. In fact, even in today’s social climate, our growing collective awareness considering countless youth issues—from bullying and peer pressure to drugs and premarital sex to the spineless, clueless, and oftentimes outright soulless nature of certain teachers and other faculty members towards students—isn’t enough to prevent young people from going through growing pains. What’s worse is how such emotional distress often enough continues haunts those who endure it well after their younger years are over as painful adolescent memories that only enhance whatever anxiety, depression, and lack of self-worth such individuals experience throughout their lives.

Hopefully in this upcoming school year, teachers and other faculty members will do everything in their power to accommodate students and see to it that they don’t endure the same kind of anguish that other students have in years past. After all, today’s social order—American society in particular—needs all of the productive, well-grounded, high-functioning, and mentally and emotionally stable people it can get, and we’ve seen in the past just what can happen when school officials, parents, and anyone else in a position to help young people come to grips with the cold, harsh realities of the world fail to do just that. Without further ado, then, here’s Junior High Moments, Twenty Years Later.

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Junior High Memories, Twenty Years Later
August 14, 2014

Adolescence sure works in messed-up ways.
It sure did for me when I was of age.
I’m glad I don’t have to relive those days.

When my childhood forever went away,
I should have prepared for a darker age.
Adolescence sure works in messed-up ways.

People treated me like crap day by day
Just ‘cause they and I weren’t on the same page.
I’m glad I don’t have to relive those days.

Plus, good grades didn’t always come my way,
Despite the smarts I still had at that age.
Adolescence sure works in messed-up ways.

Worse yet’s how I don’t get, even today,
Why then had to be such a painful age.
I’m glad I don’t have to relive those days.

Was some twisted conspiracy at play,
Keeping me from turning to that next page?
Adolescence sure works in messed-up ways.
I’m glad I don’t have to relive those days.

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And there you have it folks—another poem dedicated to trials and tribulations of the average American teenager. Thank you all once again for stopping by to read what I have to say about this issue, and by all means, feel free to search this blog for other poems about topics similar to this one. Don’t be afraid, either, to visit my author pages at Smashwords.comAmazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk to see what books I have available on the market at the moment, and in future posts, I hope to have some positive news to share concerning my latest project, The Kingdom of Somnia. In the meantime, however, here’s to a happy and successful school year for 2014-15, and until we meet again, happy reading!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

Poem of the Week: The Brain Drain Limerick Chain

The Brain Drain Limerick Chain
August 4, 2014

Have you ever felt you’re getting dumber
As though your brain was growing number,
Just rotting away
In your head day by day?
Ain’t such a sensation a bummer?

It’s like one day, you were smart,
The you suffer a massive brain fart
That hits you like no other—
So much, you can’t recover,
And such is only the start.

Next thing you know, things you once knew
Suddenly become foreign to you,
And your drained knowledge pool
Colors you as a fool
In everything you say and do.

Your grammar’s all wrecked to crap:
No punctuation, all initial caps,
Misspelled words a-bunch—
Some as simple as “lunch,”
And sentences forced together and slapped.

Your math is a joke, in addition,
Where even simple addition
Becomes a big chore
As well as a bore
And is always in need of revision.

Even reading takes hours on end—
More than you would ever spend,
No matter the book.
Really, just one look
Will make your poor mind twist and bend

‘Til it’s naught but a cerebral knot,
And you’ve lost all sense of the plot
Of the tale you’re being told,
And you’re left feeling old
And senile from your mental clot.

What can you do, then, when you’re numb
In the head and feel so dang dumb?
What tasks can you take?
What moves can you make
To send your dazedness on the run?

Do you just need a little nap
To help you escape your trap,
Or are you so ill
That you take a pill,
Despite drugs’ deserved bad rap?

Do you switch your attention elsewhere
Until you’re finally “all there”
And return to taking on
The task you were on,
Now that you’re finally prepared?

Do you simply give up and give in
And let your mental glitch win,
Then wallow in defeat
And pity so sweet
All ‘cause of this bind you’re in?

Or do you keep trudging along,
Trying to keep your morale strong
In spite of dull senses
And crippled defenses
That might help your dullness along?

Such is the question I wonder
When slowed wits hit me like thunder
During a summer storm,
Making my mind worn
As my brain cells get torn asunder.

Worse yet is my growing fear
That the condition I speak of here
May have no real cure,
Leaving my brain impure
And getting worse year after year.

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Poem of the Week: What Goes On in a Bully’s Mind?

Hello, readers!

This week, I have yet another sonnet about bullying. However, with this particular poem, I implore everyone reading to participate by leaving a reply in the comment section below as I ask everyone who has ever harassed another human being one simple question: Why?

The above question should more or less speak for itself, considering the nature of the composition I’ve included with it. That being said, then, here’s What Goes On in a Bully’s Mind?

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What Goes On in a Bully’s Mind?
August 2, 2014

Screaming like a psycho atop your lungs,
Shrieking out things even you know aren’t true
Just so you can humiliate someone
Who happens to be a stranger to you.
Talking smack behind the soul’s back, thinking
Your friends will find you cute, tough, and funny
When they should wonder what you’ve been drinking
That’s made you so dumb and childish, honey.
Honestly, what do you get out of it?
What drives you to hurt other people so?
What’s your motivation behind this bit?
What sense does it make to cause others woe
When there are better ways to spend your time?
Tell me…what goes on in a bully’s mind?

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Well, that should do it this week. Thank you all once again for stopping by to read my stuff, and by all means, feel free to search this blog for other poems about bullying—or, for that matter, any of the other topics I’ve written about here—and see what else strikes your fancy. Don’t be afraid, either, to visit my author pages at Smashwords.comAmazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk to see what books I have available on the market as yet. Also, although I’ve taken a long break from agent-searching to work on editing the sequel to my latest project, The Kingdom of Somnia, I obviously haven’t given up on that particular novel yet and hope to start resubmitting my query for it soon enough, so wish me luck there.

In the meantime, folks, until we meet again, happy reading!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

Poem of the Week: After the Fall

Hello, readers!

For this week’s “Poem of the Week,” I’ve composed a good old-fashioned Shakespearean sonnet about a grown man who—even decades after having graduated middle school, high school, and college—still finds himself having to come to grips with all the bullying he’s had to endure from both school faculty and his fellow students. Without further ado, then, here’s After the Fall. Please enjoy!

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After the Fall
July 26, 2014

Trying to move on, yet still can’t let go
From the visions of what I used to know.
Many years it’s been, yet it still hurts so.
Oh, what I’d give to fin’lly purge this woe!
All the teasing, the name-calling, the pranks—
All ‘cause I was not like any other.
Even now, life sucks, and I’ve “them” to thank
While I wonder how I might recover.
To think, too, that once, I was quite content
With all the gifts any kid could ask for,
Yet I look back now at how much I’ve spent
Living life like doing so was a chore.
Worse yet, I can’t go back to fix it all.
Such is how my life’s been after the fall.

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Well, that’s that for this week. Thank you all again for stopping by and reading my stuff. Before I go, though, I just want to remind everyone that even though the topic of bullying has been pounded and pounded into the mainstream consciousness for a good number of years now, we must never forget that it’s up to everyone to keep bullies in check. After all, the bullying scene back when I was growing up was, for lack of a less hyperbolic term, an utter nightmare for kids my age to have to cope with, and I’ve had many a classmate who was a complete asshole towards others for no reason at all and would not let up picking on others until someone finally had the brains and the backbone to put the creep in his or her place. I’ve also known a good number of bullies, student and teacher alike, who’ve actually gotten away with pulling the stunts they have because the people in charge were too cowardly, ignorant, or otherwise neglectful to put a stop to their childish, demeaning behavior. Hopefully, the people in this latter group have finally either a) grown up and have remorse for their obnoxious and hurtful behavior or b) received their just desserts for their deeds. Likewise, here’s hoping that those of you out there who have ever been bullied yourselves, even if not necessarily in school, have been able to come to terms with the unfair treatment you’ve been handed and are happier and more productive on account of your successful healing processes.

All preaching aside, I encourage you as always to visit my author pages at Smashwords.comAmazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk and to check out any and all other poems I’ve written concerning bullying, including my most recent entry in the unofficial series, When Teachers Are the Bullies. Until then, folks, happy reading!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

Poem of the Week: One Character

One Character
July 16, 2014

One character,
One template.
Template from an idea,
Template upon which to build—
Build a persona,
Build a life,
Life into existence,
Life into a whole new world—
World of adventure,
World of wonder.
Wonder whom else you’ll meet?
Wonder what will happen,
Happen to your character,
Happen in due time?
Time alone will tell.
Time for it all to unfold,
Unfold before your eyes,
Unfold within your mind,
Mind for adventure,
Mind for intrigue—
Intrigue of deceit,
Intrigue of villainy,
Villainy to unearth,
Villainy to thwart,
Thwart with wit,
Thwart with courage,
Courage under fire,
Courage against danger.
Danger around every corner,
Danger in the least likely places,
Places of monsters and mazes,
Places where treasure lies,
Lies deep within,
Lies out in the open—
Open for you to discover.
Open and see what’s inside,
Inside Pandora’s Box,
Inside which resides Hope—
Hope for something fresh,
Hope for something new:
New adventures,
New excitement,
Excitement for a new crowd,
Excitement for a new age,
Age of enlightenment,
Age of renewal for all—
All thanks to Step One,
All thanks to that first character…
One…
Character.

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Poem of the Week: When Teachers Are the Bullies

Hello, readers!

For this week’s “Poem of the Week,” I’ve decided to experiment a little with my poetry and try my hand at a reverse sestina. This particular topic as such was kind of a risk for me to subject to this little “experiment” of sorts, seeing as it’s one that I wish someone, myself included, had had the guts to bring to the table a good twenty, twenty-five years ago—well before this decade’s concerns against bullying came to be. Regardless, any compliments or critiques of my work are welcome, as they will help me determine whether or not it’s worth using this format for future compositions. In the meantime, here’s When Teachers Are the Bullies.

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When Teachers Are the Bullies
July 10, 2014

It’s bad enough for kids to have to cope with bullies,
But when said bullies are teachers, that’s a whole other problem.
Such unprofessional conduct should never be tolerated.

In this day and age when people are concerned about bullies
Ragging on other kids and causing all sorts of problems,
It makes me wonder whether or not people tolerate
“Grownups” resorting to such destructive, obnoxious conduct—
Especially when such “grownups” happen to be teachers
Who use their power to humiliate and intimidate kids.

As if bullying itself wasn’t already as it is a problem,
We must also cope with the offensive, unethical conduct
Of teachers who, instead of fostering wisdom and confidence in kids,
Burden them with the anger they still have towards their own teachers
Or their insecurities in general, which is somehow tolerated
By those who don’t have it to confront them for being bullies.

So blatant are they, too, with their abusive conduct
That they become more like dictators than they do teachers,
Wielding words like weapons as would other bullies
To “put in place” kids whom they somehow fail to tolerate
Not because said students happen to be bad kids,
But because they don’t fit some superficial mold. Some problem!

Apparently, it’s a rule for some teachers
To fit kids to certain archetypes, which is hard to tolerate
On account of such behavior being the root of the problem
Known as bigotry, which we always try to tell kids
Is ignorant and judgmental and thus makes them naught but bullies
On account of its being the root of much blindly spiteful conduct—

Crimes against humanity that most people refuse to tolerate,
And yet, these teachers show the same hostility towards kids
Whom they fail to understand, hence their cruel conduct
Of constantly singling them out and harassing them like bullies
Using insulting, manipulative language which later on causes problems:
Shellshock, anxiety, self-loathing…and all because these teachers

Made it their business to ravage the psyches of these kids
And make their lives miserable worse than can any other bully.
It’s a sickening shame that such heartless, spineless “teachers”
“Teach” these kids about suffering by deliberately causing such problems.
The only thing worse is how their outrageous conduct
Remains unchallenged for years when it never should be tolerated.

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That should do it for this week. Until next time, though, people, remember this: The only way to combat bullying is to speak up about it. Nobody should have to put up with others harassing him or her for their own benefit, especially not any child or adolescent. This especially holds true for when the bully in question is a teacher or other “grownup” who hasn’t grown up himself or herself.

As any rate, thank you all for stopping by, and don’t be afraid to check out my author pages at Smashwords.comAmazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk. Also, as mentioned before, feedback is welcome for this new format so that I know what kind of poems to compose for you all in the future. Aside from that, folks, happy reading!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

Poem of the Week: Sunday Morning Blues

If You Can’t At Least Please Yourself
June 29, 2014

Another lazy Sunday morning, and here on the floor I lie,
Thinking of something I can do as time passes me by.
I’ve laughed at the funnies already and have caught up with the news,
But what else can I do to fend off the Sunday Morning Blues?
There’s not much on TV to watch, and the power’s out anyway,
And the storms haven’t even started! Now how’s that for starting my day?
Also, without electricity, I can’t edit my book,
Seeing as it’s all on my computer, so I’ll have to look
And see what I can do to get my brain working in gear
And make sure that my mind is sharp, so I’ll write this poem here.
What should it be about, though? What topic is there at hand
That I’ve yet to discuss with everyone in the air, at sea, and on land?
I’m still editing my latest book, but that’s no secret to discover.
I could write another morality poem and rip apart like no other
The idiots of society and how they’re ruining this world
And making things rough for every other man, woman, boy, and girl.
I could tell another story about how Person X
Had to handle a problem with which he or she felt vexed.
I could even write random gibberish with no meaning whatsoever
And weave it together in such a way that naïve folks would find it clever.
Sadly, none of that’s coming to mind, so this’ll have to do.
Hopefully, though, next Sunday, my mind will finally pull through,
And I’ll have inspiration enough to write an even better piece.
Then again, this is still something. I can say that, at least.

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