Poem of the Week: Another Rant on Storms

Hello, readers!

I’d like to apologize for the tardiness of this weekly post, which I’d intended to post a couple of days ago. Alas, just like last month, good ol’ Mother Nature had to flip her fecal matter again and strike up a storm, which took out our telephone lines until later this afternoon. Honestly, if there’s a place in America where the thunder and lightning doesn’t rage nearly as much, then by all means, folks, please let me know. Otherwise, allow me to end this pity party—or, at the very least, take it in a more artistic route—with some poetry…and, in the meantime, hope that this will be the end of this nonsense.

Otherwise, thanks for your patience and support—especially if you happen to be one of my three latest subscribers: Scott Kixmiller, LCSW, LCAS, CCS; Kutterfly; and existentialtableau. Enjoy your shout-out, you three, and much obliged!

As for everyone as a whole, enjoy!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

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Another Rant on Storms
July 13, 2018

Storms
Nature’s tantrums
Raging, zapping, frying…
Phone lines down again!
Sighing, groaning, growling…
Thanks, Nature!
Ugh!

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Poem of the Week: Boob Tube Poem 2018

Boob Tube Poem 2018
July 1, 2018

I saw a show once that was so bad that it made me want to cry.
The acting was so forced that it made a part of me inside die.
The writing, furthermore, was stilted from scene to bloody scene
From dialogue to characters’ acts, and it made me want to scream.
The camerawork was trash, too, as it missed important spots,
And the editing was over-the-top and nearly caused my brain to rot.
What could I do, then, other than tune out from this disgraceful tripe
And change the channel to something else about which I couldn’t gripe—
Something I could sink my teeth into and enjoy honestly
Without insulting my intellect or bringing me to insanity?
After all, with multiple channels to watch at the press of a button,
What excuse to I or anyone else have to be a punishment glutton?
That’s with regular TV alone, never mind cable or satellite
Or digital TV or streaming services to further make things right.
Of course, I can always turn off the ol’ boob tube if I choose
Rather than sit still and let myself cave in to the need for booze
To bleach my brain of the mental stains that the garbage on my screen
Is bound to leave, lest I do something in the first place to keep it clean
And go do something worthier of my time and hopefully hone my skills
In my quest to, in one way or another, squash society’s ills
Like write a poem or book or even a post on an SM account—
Anything to make a name for myself and make my message count
And help change the way society thinks of media these days
From TV and film to music and books, for someone must pave the way
For quality storytelling just like the world’s Jerry Springers
Have paved the way for smut and thus run media through a wringer,
And if no one else will take a stand, then by all means, I will
And do al I can to save the world from the careless, mindless swill
It’s been drowning in for decades, so look out, everyone,
As I screw in my heels and get to work sending trash on the run
And do my part to cease the cycle the business has been in.
Enough is enough of the lowbrow stuff! Time to purge all this sin!

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Poem of the Week: A Writer’s Ramblings about Time

A Writer’s Ramblings about Time
June 11, 2018

Too precious to waste,
And yet, look at how we do:
Hobbies and other
Activities that lead us
Nowhere and give us no skills

To learn from as we
Progress throughout our short lives
To become something
We’ve long dreaded becoming,
Therefore making us question

Ourselves all the more
To where we beat ourselves up
‘Til we leave ourselves
Wallowing in pools of self-
Pity and regret. Good grief,

The things we go through
To establish our place in
This crazy, diseased,
Violent world we call home!
It’s enough to make one scream.

The reason I don’t,
Though, is simple: I know I
Can’t do such a thing,
No matter how much I may
Want to otherwise for fear

Of losing what few
Bits of respect others may
Have in me, for who
Knows how much time I have left
To fulfill the destiny

I’ve begun forging
For myself long ago, yet
Have yet to achieve
For reasons that are both my
Fault and not, much to my shame.

It’s been a hellish
Ride, to be sure, and one that
Has yet to stop, but
I’m at least hoping that it
Soon will end the way that I

Had hoped it would since
The day I began forging
This path to greatness.
Will I at last make use of
This limited time I have

Lived so far, or have
I already wasted too
Much time by now? Well…
I guess there’s but one way to
Find out: Let time be my judge.

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Poem of the Week: R.I.P., Maarten Amkreutz: A Tribute to YouTube Media Reviewer Amayirot Akago

Dear readers:

A week ago, the members of the YouTube channel RiverCityGamers announced that one of their members, Maarten Amkreutz—better known to his followers as Amayirot Akago—had passed away. For further information, please observe their video here:

I’d checked the fellow’s work out years ago when he was still very much alive, and even though I’d never even known about many of the video/computer games, movies, and television shows he’d reviewed, I’d be lying through my teeth if I’d said that I didn’t enjoy his work. He was sharp, witty, animated, and knowledgeable, able to present information about each piece of media he’d introduce to his fans—most of which was obscure to the masses. I especially got a kick out of his review of Dr. Who: Destiny of the Doctors and the Dr. Who television movie, and I only know just enough about the Dr. Who franchise to identify the basic premise of the franchise. His retrospective of Alfred J. Kwak likewise introduced me to a cartoon that I no doubt would have enjoyed as a kid, had it been available where I lived at the time. I could go on, but for those of you who are still interested in finding out about him and his work yourself, take a look at his YouTube channel for yourselves, which is presently still available at the moment.

Sadly, because Maarten is no longer with us, I find it only fair to commemorate him with the following poem. I hope you all get something out of it upon reading it, and my condolences to the Amkreutz family and all of Maaten’s loved ones during this time.

Thank you.

Dustin M. Weber

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R.I.P., Maarten Amkreutz: A Tribute to YouTube Media Reviewer Amayirot Akago
June 21, 2018
 
I hardly even knew you, but now that you’re away,
This world has grown less vibrant as I know well that each day,
Your desire to share your knowledge and enthusiasm
For that which many find obscure has faded to ectoplasm,
For many For many were the stories you were gracious enough to share
Via the ‘Net of that which I at least would not have cared
About otherwise, had I not chanced to watch your show one day
And listened as you informed me in your lively, cheerful way
About that which you’d played and watched during your younger days
And why you still enjoyed it. Heck, I even chose to stay
And hear you methodically dismantle that which you despised
For this and that reason that you let play before my ears and eyes.
Thorough you were and to the point ‘bout each item, trash or treasure,
Keeping feelings and facts separate yet present in equal measure.
You were never boring, either, working hard to entertain
With quips and sketches here and there, seeking only to gain
The respect and appreciation of your peers and hard-earned fans
Not only with your reviews, but also at whatever you tried your hand
At, be it singing computer game tracks or art inspired by cartoons.
Whatever you did, you had the knack to make your followers swoon.
More importantly, though, you were a good friend to any you knew,
Always giving feedback and encouragement to creators just like you,
Urging them to keep on working on and improving at what they do
So that they could succeed as you had over the years ‘til you’d left
With your legacy tragically cut short and your loved ones left bereft.
If only I’d paid closer attention or had the faintest clue,
I might have done whatever I could have to have reached out to you
And saved you from the fate that claimed you so suddenly one day,
And this poem I wouldn’t have had to write, knowing we’d see more days
Of you entertaining and informing us of more gems hidden.
Alas, such is not the case, though your memory lives on,
Forever touching many lives through video, art, and song
And now in poetry as I take this time here to salute you
For the joy you brought people like me in all you used to do.
Rest in peace, then, Maarten Amkreutz, and may we never forget
The joy you brought into the world, which I at least don’t regret
Discovering once upon a time that nowhere else I could find.
May the legacy you’ve made for yourself never be left behind.

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Poem of the Week: A Writer’s Father’s Day Thanks

A Writer’s Father’s Day Thanks
June 16, 2018

For keeping me in line when I stepped out
And putting me back on the proper road;
For being a rock during times of doubt
When I could feel my sense of faith implode;
For showing me how to respect others
As I would’ve liked them to respect me,
Just as you’d taught my sister and brother,
Teaching me what humans are meant to be;
Fr establishing in me discipline,
Which still guides me in ev’rything I do,
I have you to thank for the shape I’m in,
Which could be much worse on this globe so blue.
Thanks to you, I know how to be a man,
Dad, and I’ll keep doing the best I can.

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Poem of the Week: Disney’s Star Wars in the Eyes of a Star Wars Fan

Hello, readers.

My apologies for the tardy post. I hate making excuses for myself, but no thanks to a freak storm that my house had been in the middle of this past Saturday that managed to fry both my modem and my router, I’ve been unable to check my emails and Twitter as well as post anything on this blog from then until now. Hopefully, then, the following belated Poem of the Week will still chance to entertain you until this coming Saturday, when I will indeed continue posting new material as usual. Thanks for your patience, and happy reading!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

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Disney’s Star Wars in the Eyes of a Star Wars Fan (as inspired by Disney’s Star Wars – A Rant by OCPCommunications)
June 8, 2018

2010s
No plan
Bumbling, undermining, unraveling
Blaming everyone but themselves
Alienating, disenchanting, destroying
Star Wars
Dying

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Poem of the Week: Laziness

Laziness
May 31, 2018

Laziness should never equal success.
Hard work should always reap people reward.
I’ll never respect others’ laziness.

Once upon a time, effort meant success
As the masses caught wind and jumped on board.
Laziness should never equal success.

In this decade, though, it ain’t ‘bout who’s best
When it comes to who struggles and who scores.
I’ll never respect others’ laziness.

Some folks get handed mountains of success
Without performing the simplest of chores.
Laziness should never equal success.

Others don’t get squat, even for their best,
Never to be known for what they’ve in store.
I’ll never respect others’ laziness.

It’s a nasty truth we all must digest—
One that sinks its fangs deep into our core.
Laziness should never equal success.
I’ll never respect others’ laziness.

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Poem of the Week: Generation Labels

Generation Labels
May 20, 2018

Generation labels
Generation titles
Titles handed out
Titles based on generalizations
Generalizations so broad
Generalizations so sweeping
Sweeping and inflexible
Sweeping across entire age groups
Groups determined by years born
Groups determined by certain events
Events and situations
Events supposed to have molded us
Us victims of our own devices
Us victims of our own system
System meant to identify
System meant to classify
Classify instead of segregate
Classify instead of alienate
Alienate us even further
Alienate us from one another
Another thing useless
Another thing counterproductive
Counterproductive squabbles
Counterproductive bickering
Bickering so childish
Bickering so pathetic
Pathetic and obnoxious
Pathetic and petty
Petty but frequent
Petty but common
Common sense now oxymoronic
Common sense gone
Gone like the wind
Gone with respect
Respect and dignity
Respect and humanity
Humanity must coexist
Humanity must unite
Unite and work together
Unite to help Earth move forward
Forward is the only way to go
Forward towards peace
Peace long denied us
Peace and prosperity
Prosperity in understanding
Prosperity in cooperation
Cooperation in crossing the gap
Cooperation ‘fore our fate is sealed
Gap
Sealed

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Poetry Mini-Series: Becoming a Man part 5: Spirit

Becoming a Man part 5: Spirit
May 9, 2018

Heart, Backbone, and Brain—the three ingredients of man,
Able to shape us into what we should be like nothing else can.
Alas, they alone can’t make us into paragons of manhood,
For there’s one more part to this mix that’ll show us the greater good
That manifests when the initial three combine with one another
To give us one more element: the one we call Spirit, brother!
It’s the very essence of manhood and what each man strives to be:
The ruler of his own domain and master of his own legacy.
Sadly, so few men attain this element, and fewer yet can
Claim to have mastered it as expected of the ideal man.
Reassured, though, that once you’ve done so and made it part of yourself,
You can finally slam your boyhood shut and put it back on the shelf,
Knowing that your past is in the past where it belongs so that you
Can leave your mark upon this world as all men are expected to.

Masters of Spirit are centered, being many things at one time:
Ruler, planner, divine medium—channelers of the sublime,
Reconciling opposite forces, purging chaos, establishing law,
Scoring victory for humanity from beyond demons’ jaws.
Spirit, too, helps one understand who he is and what he stands for
Unchanging in times of crisis, knowing fully what’s in store,
And standing by all that he represents in the face of adversity,
His resolve seasoned by wisdom as tall and strong as any tree.
This coincides with the integrity by which the subject lives,
The bond that holds a man’s other virtues together and unbroken gives
Him a state of being complete, undivided, intact, and whole
And urges him to seek wholeness elsewhere and act as such in his role
As he mends broken relationships, acts always with honesty,
And takes responsibility for his actions, whatever they may be.
Spirit masters must also protect their realms from invading forces—
Physical, mental, spiritual, emotional—with all his resources,
Channeling Backbone to push back any who disturb his land’s protocol,
And once the invasion’s over, it’s back to setting rules for all,
Providing structure for himself and his people to adhere to
To ensure that everyone works to support his realm—him, too,
For only an enlightened, productive kingdom can prosper in any age,
Which is why he also inspires each subject to be a creative sage
And fully manifests his archetype, hoping that everyone under him
Blossoms to his or her full potential under his rule as per his whim,
Thus increasing his own power and influence and strengthening the mark
He leaves upon the world, even in passing, in times both light and dark.
He also honors those under his watch, should they achieve great things,
Ensuring that they prosper and thrive upon receiving his blessings.

Sadly, it’s this last practice stopping for reasons one can but guess
That has led to so many young men these days not living up to their best,
For without an elder saluting his endeavors, where can a guy go
When he doesn’t know what he’s doing right or wrong, lest another say so?
How can he rule his own destiny as each man is meant to
Without so much as a pat on the back or even a Good for you!?
How can men inherit the world from those who have come before
And inspire generations to come if he’s not given guidance more
Than simple trial and error? Why guard the sacred key
To the gates of success meant for all? That just seems wrong to me.
We’ve had enough tyrants, after all, on this rock we all call home
Seeking to tear down everything wherever they’ve dared to roam,
Fueling their scarcity mentality and quests for more power—
An illusion they’ve insecurely maintained each month, day, and hour,
Lashing out at any threat to their reign with extreme abuse,
Not knowing that power increases with sharing, for such men are just that obtuse.
We’ve had too many weaklings as well, abdicating their thrones to others,
Kowtowing to overseers and browbeaters, unlike their empowered brothers
‘Til they’d snapped and turned the tables to become bullies in their own right,
Paranoid of all who might’ve claimed their thrones, thus making them turn their sights
Towards cruelty and obsession, becoming tyrants as well
To compensate for that which they’d given ‘way, damning their souls to Hell.

Heart, Backbone, and Brain—all are crucial in making a man,
For they all combine to form that which shapes him like nothing else can,
Yet to truly tap into Spirit, a man must take extra care
To make the most of the other elements so that they take him there.
Practical wisdom, first off, is paramount to success,
As it helps you structure your moral code and decision-making best.
Develop your virtue of order, too, and embrace the notion of rules,
For only strong guidelines will help you and your people from flopping like fools.
Develop a life plan as well and find out where you want to go
And lead by example along this path, even as it leads you to and fro,
All the while avoiding temptation from false promises of power,
Pleasure, and wealth, for as you need be concerned at any given hour,
Integrity’s your key to success, and leading by example’s a must,
For this world’s in dire need of heroes, and it’s heroism or bust,
Lest you want to fall by the wayside and return to the faceless masses
Instead of being the trend-setting go-getter who lights fires ‘neath folks’ asses
That each man on Earth has the potential to become in his life,
And in a world in need of strong leadership, we need such men to purge the strife
That’s been binding us to our misery for far too many years now.
This world desperately needs the type of hero we once had…and how!
The question’s thus: Have you Spirit enough to lead humanity from
The slop it’s been submerged in all this time and at long last become
The beacon of hope we’ve been needing for all this bleeding time,
Or are you content to wallow with everyone else in the filth and grime?

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Introduction
Part 1: Heart, Backbone, and Brain
Part 2: Heart
Part 3: Backbone
Part 4: Brain

Poetry Mini-Series: Becoming a Man part 4: Brain

Becoming a Man part 4: Brain
May 6, 2018

The Brain—the favorite organ of the thinking man,
Able to hold more knowledge than most other creatures’ can.
Mathematics, the sciences, the arts, and more—
Such are the secrets that the human brain has in store.
It’s also the third part involved in creating a man
And helps to establish him in ways that no other part can,
As its power comes from mastering knowledge and using it to
Produce desired outcomes on landscapes old and new—
All the better for a man to leave his legacy
Behind to mark the world and inspire you and me.
After all, while brawn’s got perks, we have it for but so long,
Which is why it’s crucial for us all to keep our minds strong
And understand how Brain separates men from boys and beasts
And how its power isn’t to be underestimated in the least.

Brain helps us gather, first off, any knowledge that requires skill,
Dedication, and effort to learn and commit to will
And rewards us with the chance to dwell where less aspirant men
Might never access in their lives, no matter how or when.
Brain teaches us, too, the merits of mastering technology
So that we may use it to access the creative energy
To fuel our natural male instinct to simply create something,
To “make Earth as it is in Heaven,” as the Bible sings.
Brain also offers us introspection on which course we must take
In life by way of studying the decisions we can make,
Predicting with keen accuracy where each choice will lead
And from that gain the wisdom that others in turn can heed.
Know well, though, that true knowledge must be taught bit by bit
With each building on the one before to ensure that the learner’s fit
So that he fully grasps the nature of the knowledge at hand
And apply it—hopefully, leastways—for the betterment of the land,
For if nothing else, he who masters Brain can take the worst
Of situations and setbacks and from them allow to burst
Forth opportunities for him and others to learn and grow
And make things work for the better for every Jane and Joe.
Brain masters also understand the link between the mundane
And the world of the Higher Powers and therefore can explain
Complicated spiritual ideas in ways that others can grasp,
Often ‘nough in simple metaphors that, throughout time, last—
All the better to teach new initiates as they come up through the ranks
To follow in the elders’ footsteps and ultimately offer thanks
By passing down that knowledge in turn to the next generation
So that they, in turn, will learn and inherit such a sacred station.

Alas, such rites of passage rarely take place these days
With the men who’ve made them unavailable in too many ways—
Most commonly by refusing to turn around and share
What they’ve learned in their day with any younger men who’d dare
Follow in their footsteps and take all their tasks to heart.
Alas, so many young bucks these days barely know where to start,
What with trade schools and guilds being so few and far between,
And apprenticeship’s a thing of the past, if you know what I mean,
Replaced, sadly, by internships, many of which involve
Doing regular’s lowliest work with little agency to solve
The problems said regulars solve every single day—
Not that permanent office work is much better in any way,
What with fellow men competing against one another
To see who’s worthier of that big ol’ raise and promotion, brother!
It’s all about competition these days, not fraternity,
And it’s doing its share to damage the future for men like you and me
In that there might be no more men left to initiate
Boys and young men into full manhood, which is quite a sad fate,
For where will these young men end up? Roaming the city streets,
Using violence to assert themselves ‘mongst brick and concrete?
Starting flame wars on the ‘Net with anyone they meet?
Acting like wannabe alphas—loud, obnoxious, and indiscreet?
Desperately trying to pick up women to fill in the void,
Thinking their femininity will bring that of which they’re devoid?
Developing talents on their own naturally only to
Turn around and sell their “secrets” to those naïve enough to
Shell out cold hard cash to learn their art, only to learn squat
And ultimately flush their money in an effort all meant for naught?
Perhaps try their hand at something that, to them, looks cool,
Only to give up one session in, feeling like a fool
For not instantly mastering that which takes effort and time
And perhaps even undermining others’ quests to be sublime
At they art they themselves put barely any effort into at all?
No wonder why so many men these days end up taking a fall!

Face it, gentlemen; we all must wise up in these dark days
If we ever want mankind to arise once more and find a way
To establish its collective merits before they vanish for good.
There are many ways we can, too. In fact, I say we all should
Commit to lifelong learning, especially knowledge that’s sublime;
Carve out a special place within which to spend some private time;
Do more with what we have and stop relying on newer stuff
To give us the experiences we seek, lest we wish to stick within our rut;
Find a mentor to train us in whatever field we seek
And become a mentor ourselves once we’ve hit that field’s knowledge peek;
Learn to work with our hands and create something that will last,
And partake in a rite of passage in which the initiate exits the past.
Such are the main tasks that will help us overcome this curse
Of mankind’s dying mental state, so let’s put effort first
And give the element of Brain the credit it deserves
For giving full men their knowledge and wisdom and all that they serve.
Real men are more than muscleheads, after all, and perpetual lovers.
Don’t let anyone tell you different. Don’t fall for tricksters’ eye covers.
Brain helps men make the world go around in its own special way,
Keep that in mind the next time you think of something manly to do or say.

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Introduction
Part 1: Heart, Backbone, and Brain
Part 2: Heart
Part 3: Backbone
Part 5: Spirit