Poem of the Week: It’s Just Not Worth It

It’s Just Not Worth It
October 19, 2014

Heaven forbid I
Have an opinion with which
You do not agree.
Heaven forbid I
Chance to think the opposite
Way you do on some
Topic or other
That ultimately shouldn’t
Make that much of a
Diff’rence in the grand
Scheme of things, for when I find
The will to open
My mouth and express
The way I feel ‘bout certain
Matters, here you come,
Raging like a bull
Stampeding through a china
Shop, cursing like a
Sailor and screaming
Like a banshee just because
I happen to not
Think like you when it
Comes to the issue at hand.
Honestly, what gives?!
That TV show you
Watch weekly that I can’t stand?
“Philistine!” you cry.
That one musician
Or band you listen to, yet
I just plain don’t like?
“Idiot!” you shout.
That one video game you
Love to play or that
Book you love to read,
Yet I despise with ev’ry
Bit of my being?
“Dumbass!” you call me.
I bet you, too, that even
If I were to sit
You down and tell you
In great detail the faults I
See in each of these
Things with as calm and
Cool a voice as anyone
On Earth can manage
And with carefully,
Delicately chosen words
Picked so as not to
Batter and bruise your
Strong yet tender feelings, you
Still would find the need
To tear me apart
Limb for limb verbally like
An ogre, calling
Me names, insulting
My family, and passing
Accusations ‘gainst
Me so personal
And foul that it’d almost be
Like we were never
Friends to begin with…
And all for what? Just ‘cause we
Don’t see eye to eye
On some minor thing
That most people would see as
A petty thing to
Bicker about and—
Even more importantly—
Sever our friendship
Over? Where’s the sense
In that? Is there supposed to
Be any? Because
I see none at all.
Really, now, why not agree
To disagree? Would
That not make more sense?
Wouldn’t that suit matters more
Easily than you
And me sparing day
And night with words that only
Sprout bitterness and
Resentment over
Time? I’d like to think it would.
So how ‘bout it, friend?
Care to set aside
Our diff’rences and carry
On getting along?
After all, there’s more
Than enough hatred going
On in this world as
We speak, from flame wars
On the Internet and shows
Of bigotry to
Full-scale vi’lence of
All kinds, local and global
Alike, and we can’t
Afford to have yet
More of such trash, ‘specially
Over what most folks
Would consider to
Be quite minor in the long
Run. That being said,
Enough is enough.
No more hostile debating.
It’s just not worth it.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Memo for the Common Conspiracy Theorist

Memo for the Common Conspiracy Theorist
October 14, 2014

Your heart black like coal, your mouth spouting fire,
A child without a soul; a blatant, obnoxious liar
Quick to place blame on anyone you can,
Screaming without shame, a foul shell of a man.
In narcissism you wallow, weaving your web of deceit
With claims so vapid and hollow to lay at the feet
Of those who’re wise to you and won’t buy into your drama
Who cast smirking eyes on you and counter with, “Yo’ mama!”
‘Fore laughing and strolling away, for you’re just a joke—
To some of us, leastways, you thick, blustering bloke.
To others, you’re a scourge with all your ill-mannered ways,
Begging to be purged so we can all see better days.
A broken record you are, singing the same old song,
Offending folks near and far as you’ve done for so long,
Screaming “Inside job!” ‘bout given tragedies,
Firing off your gob, trying to bring to their knees
The sensible of society with your childish mind games,
So devoid of propriety, so perverted, so insane,
Abusing your freedom of speech as though you were born to,
Harassing us ‘til we’re numb or peeved ‘nough to holler, “Screw you!”
You’re just so full of hot air and insincerity,
And you clearly don’t care ‘bout the sensitivities
You reawaken each time you dare to speak.
Your sermons are such a crime ‘gainst humanity, you freak!
Such is why I feel compelled to speak up myself
And proclaim I want you expelled from everybody else
Soon, somehow, some way for the sake of the status quo
‘Fore you further ruin our days with your words of woe.
Good riddance, you sack of scum! You’re a burden to us all.
You’ve overstayed your welcome. Now it’s time for you to fall.
Crawl back into the hole from which you’ve slithered out,
And as you ponder the toll of the damage you’ve brought about.
I hope you reflect on all you’ve said and done
And have remorse for the dreck you’ve so recklessly spun,
For right now, here’s the deal: Society needs
At long last a chance to heal, for we’ve no blood left to bleed.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Writer’s Block Jump Rope Chant

Writer’s Block Jump Rope Chant
October 10, 2014

Wracking my brains, going insane,
Trying to think of something, and it’s causing me pain.
Man, my head hurts! I’m feeling kinda curt.
So mad I am, in fact, that I’m bound to tear my shirt.
Hold up, Jack! Let me take a step back
‘Fore I suffer an aneurism or even a heart attack.
There’s got to be a way I can save the day
‘Fore I let my emotions carry me away.
Just let me inhale, then deeply exhale
‘Fore I let my thoughts out in a barrage of hail.
Maybe then, they all won’t make my brain stall.
Just let me let logic take care of it all.
Okay, here we go! First few words down…whoa!
Now my ideas are easily starting to flow.
To think that before, this task would be a bore,
But now I’m looking forward to the journey that’s in store.
Now I’m in the groove. Look at my pencil move,
Bustin out rhymes like crazy, all so silky smooth
Verse here, verse therewriting them down like I don’t care
‘Til my notebook’s got more words than Calvin Klein’s underwear.
Now I’m nearing the end, coming ‘round the bend.
I’m finally ‘bout to finish this wicked work, my friend.
Check it out, everyone! I’m finally done!
I’ve finally produced something and managed to have fun.
To think, too, at first that I had nil or worse,
But then my creativity came out in such a burst
That that which I could’ve hated has now left me elated,
And after writing it, I don’t feel at all deflated.
I just hope that when I must write again
I can pull off this feat once more when I reach that bend.
‘Til then, though, I’ll say that I did okay
This time ‘round and that I’ll be ready for that day.
In the meantime, I hope you all liked my rhymes
And will be stopping by to read my work next time
When I hope to provide another poetic ride
Into this crazy mind of mine and show you what I’ve inside.

*****

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Poem of the Week: World Lost

World Lost
September 27, 2014

Nothing’s holy.
Nothing’s pure—
Pure crap,
Pure hell,
Hell we’re living in,
Hell we’ve made ourselves.
Ourselves at fault,
Ourselves to blame,
Blame for the violence,
Blame for the perversion—
Perversion of truth,
Perversion of knowledge,
Knowledge of events,
Knowledge of proven facts—
Facts about life
Facts about the world,
The world we live in,
The world we’ve come to know,
Know for what it was,
Know for what it has become,
Become a living nightmare,
Become a ball of confusion—
Confusion about who we are,
Confusion about what we’re about,
About what we stand for,
About what we want,
Want for ourselves,
Want for each other.
Other ideals we must understand.
Other opinions we must accept—
Accept and tolerate,
Accept without disdain,
Disdain and condescension,
Disdain and wrath.
Wrath is a deadly sin.
Wrath has crippled us,
Crippled us in all our ignorance,
Crippled us in all our cowardice—
Cowardice in facing the facts,
Cowardice in accepting the truth,
The truth we cannot deny,
The truth that may hold the key,
The key to our salvation,
The key to our redemption,
Redemption for what we’ve done,
Redemption for what we’re still doing,
Doing to befoul the world,
Doing since we became lost…
World…
…Lost.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Another Poem about a Writer Trying to Get His/Her Act Together

Another Poem about a Writer Trying to Get His/Her Act Together
September 26, 2014

Things should’ve been off and running by now,
But yet I’m so far behind.
I can hear critics scoff
At my slacking off,
Too, as I’m wracking my mind

To figure out how to be less behind
And once and for all send off
This tedious thing
‘Pon which I’ve been working
Before more detractors scoff

And ask me just where the hell I get off
Even trying to heed the calling
When what I’ve got now
Hasn’t earned me a cow
To milk, much less right to sing

That I’m one who’s contributing
To the literary world now,
And with that in mind,
It’s back to the grind
To finish my work…and how!

*****

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Poem of the Week: For Those Who Were Born to Write

For Those Who Were Born to Write
September 12, 2014

Always on your feet, no time to yourself,
Always being hounded to serve everybody else,
Little to no chance to do what you need to do,
Little if any foresight to know that you’ll pull through,
But you keep on working anyways as guided by your will,
Swallowing the thought of rejection, that jagged little pill,
Trying to stay focused on the task sitting before you,
Resisting the urge to get sidetracked, should said task bore you,
Failing miserably at times ‘cause your work can be hard,
Trying to make sense and logic on a mostly blank white card
With details here, less details there, a fetching plot all the way through,
Relatable characters from start to end, all concocted by you.
What becomes of your work, though, when you’re at long last done?
Does it finally hit the shelves to be enjoyed by everyone,
Or do those in power dismiss it as naught but a waste of time
And cash and thus turn it down for something more sublime?
Should it be dismissed, too, just what is the excuse?
Is the recipient genteel, or does he/she feed you abuse,
And how long are you expected to go on without reward?
How many more years of rejected effort can you afford?
What else can you do? What else does it take
Before a legacy and a fortune you may make?
Even when you’re accepted, how long will your star shine?
Will the stories that you tell provide a literary gold mine
For readers to enjoy throughout the ages from then on out,
Or will you last only one tale and then be forgotten about?
Also, should you be famous, will you attain true fame
And deserve all the praise and riches you’re sure to attain,
Or will you be rightfully reviled for producing tasteless dreck
That only the most wayward individual would loathe to forget?
Such are the many questions that float through a writer’s head,
Producing enough uncertainly from which can spawn sheer dread,
But giving up is no option, if for naught but one reason:
Surrendering to one’s dubiety is never in season—
Not if one wishes, anyways, to make a career of one’s hobby,
Which is why—for me, at least—the solution is to continue to lobby
For my work to reach the masses on as broad a scale as I can
And hope that my words will be read by eyes from every land
And to turn what I love into something I can only love even more,
For who knows what the fulfillment of such a dream has in store
For me, should it ever happen? Thus, I hope you’ll excuse me,
For ‘tis time I proved to all just how dedicated I can be
And carry on in my mission to bring my work to life,
No matter the obstacles that threaten to burden me with strife.
I was born to write, after all, and keep on writing I will
Until my dreams are finally fulfilled. Ah, what a thrill!

*****

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Poem of the Week: My Troubles in 2014 with Windows Update

A pic of the popup with which I've been having issues previously this month

A pic of the popup with which I’d been having issues previously this month

DISCLAIMER: The following reverse sestina is NOT a guide on how to correct the error mentioned within, but rather a composition “inspired” by my dealings with this problem during the week of this poem’s composition. For information on how to cope with this issue, should you be experiencing it yourselves, please Google “Disable Windows Update Needs Your Help” or check out the following links:

Blogs.Technet.com
Eightforums.com
Social.Technet.Microsoft.com

My apologies to anyone who has been mislead otherwise by the title of this poem. Hopefully it will not prevent your enjoyment of this work, should you be willing to stick around and read it.

Thank you.
Dustin M. Weber

*****

My Troubles in 2014 with Windows Update
September 7, 2014

Forget you, Windows Update! You’re driving me insane.
You’re messing with my computer in ways I can barely explain.
Day by day, I’ve had to put up with your senseless stupidity.

It was in mid-August when I started going insane.
The number of installed updates to my computer was hard to explain—
Thirty-one, to be exact, and no thanks then to my stupidity,
I couldn’t understand why the system couldn’t automatically keep up
On its own, so I Tried downloading the files onto my computer
Until it was at last up to snuff, according to Windows Update.

Five days later, something I can even now just barely explain
Happened mere seconds after I’d booted up
In the form of a popup telling me I’d yet to update
In the past month, even though my computer
Was already up to speed. Honestly, what stupidity!
That’s only how I began, however, to go insane.

So then I agree to check for updates, bringing that screen up,
Hoping that doing so would benefit my computer.
When it was checking, though, the same popup went insane
With how it popped up every minute with its sheer stupidity
Telling me the same thing it did before about Windows Update.
So annoying was it, in fact, that words can only begin to explain.

Eventually, I was able to find new updates for my computer,
But had to restart it in hopes of being done with the stupidity
Once and for all. However, for reasons I just can’t explain,
The same popup returned days later asking me to update
My computer again, which I felt was little else than insane.
After all, wasn’t it only days earlier when I’d kept it up?

It’s been weeks later since, and I’m still coping with this stupidity
In being told my computer is in need of updates.
I can only guess by now just how long this will keep up—
Hopefully not too much longer, else I’ll be driven only more insane,
Lest there’s someone out there who can kindly explain
Just what the hell is going on with my computer.

It makes me wonder, too, if I’m the only one for whom Windows Update
Acts this way or if anyone else out there is going insane
After downloading new updates onto his or her computer.
This problem is just too baffling and frustrating for me to explain
In ways other than this, but hopefully this whole mess shan’t keep up
Much longer, for heaven knows how sick I am of all this stupidity.

*****

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PS: Credit for the pic used in this blog entry goes to “How to disable ‘Windows update needs your help’ pop-up in Windows 8/8.1 clients” by SEPANDUR (March 11, 2014) at Blogst.Technet.com. The poem itself, however, is the author’s own.