About dmw1011

I'm a former English teacher and long-time aspiring author from northeastern Illinois who FINALLY jumped ship with the whole e-book publishing scene in March 2012. Fiction is my specialty (although I admittedly tend to flex my poetic muscles a lot on this website), and my interests are diverse. I aim not only to entertain my readers, but also to inspire them through my writing. Feel free to check my work on Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk to check my current work out for yourselves!

Poem of the Week: A Long-Overdue Rant on Internet Grammar in the 2010s

A Long-Overdue Rant on Internet Grammar in the 2010s
January 9, 2018

Fifteen to twenty years ago, when I’d surf the ‘Net,
Grammar made sense just like it did in school.
Nowadays, though, old man that I am, I can’t help but fret
At how today’s folks write ‘cause it isn’t cool.

Miscaps here, misspellings there, lack of punctuation all around—
It’s all enough to make me sick to my gut.
I hate the way it looks on screen and even the way it sounds
When I read it aloud and witness the kind of rut

Society’s now in mentally ‘cause honestly, what the hell
Has become of us from a written point of view?
We used to be so neat and concise, but these days, all’s not well.
Where did we go so wrong out of the blue?

Have we really gotten so stressed for time that we cannot bear
To take a moment to write a sentence right,
Or have we just gotten lazy and stopped giving any care
To what we publish on the Internet day and night?

I only ask ‘cause not only is our grammar collectively
Devolving, but so is our sense of thought,
For no longer do we think through what we want others to see
Or hear, even though deep down we know we ought.

Somebody stinks at something? We scold them, “Git gud, scrub!”
Something angers us? We type IN ALL CAPS
With multiple exclamation points ‘cause we’re just that livid, bub,
And are in that serious need of a nap.

Its versus It’s, Then versus Than, There versus They’re versus Their
Not to mention Yore versus You’re versus Your
This misuse of similar-sounding words is more than I can bear…
And yes…bear! Not bare. Leave that at the door

Right along with your ellipses used in the place of periods
‘Cause they’re made of three periods themselves, right?
Also, Dont versus Don’t? Isnt versus Isn’t? Whose teaching these kids
How to not use apostrophes day and night?

Notice, too, how I used Also to start a sentence rather than And
Like we ‘80s kids were taught once upon a time,
For conjunctions’ function is to join sentences and fragments at hand,
Not start them like we do now, friends of mine.

Alas, though, each mid-paragraph, it’s And, But, Or all day,
Every day like it’s nobody else’s bloody biz,
Right along with the double negatives like don’t none and ain’t no way.
It’s insulting, even to one who’s not a grammar wiz.

Comparative forms in adjectives these days also makes me mad.
I’m sure you, too, have noticed this vexing matter,
For kids and even adults now say more hairy, more petty, and more sad
As opposed to hairier, pettier, and sadder.

To think, too, I’ve only scratched the surface of this steaming mess,
And the more I look, the less relief I see.
I know it’s petty and paranoid of me, but I can’t rest
As I wonder where the world’s literacy could be.

Am I overreacting? Are things really that bad?
Will we ever revolve from where we are now?
All I know is how all this bad grammar’s been making me sad
And wish that we could go back some way, somehow.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Zombie Apocalypse Now

Zombie Apocalypse Now
January 4, 2018

Zombies strolling
Zombies stomping
Stomping on the lawn
Stomping along the streets
Streets of ruin
Streets of the damned
Damned ears plugged with buds
Damned eyes turned towards screens
Screens in our stores
Screens in their hands
Hands too busy with gadgets
Hands too busy with trinkets
Trinkets of precious metal
Trinkets made to distract
Distract from the world around us
Distract from the rest of humanity
Humanity turned away from itself
Humanity enslaved
Enslaved by its own vices
Enslaved by its own devices
Devices meant to be tools
Devices now made our masters
Masters of our free time
Masters over our free will
Will this ever stop?
Will we ever fight back—
Back against our own dehumanization?
Back against our own undoing?
Undoing that’s escalated from previous generations
Undoing further made by blind fandom
Fandom of any given media
Fandom that leads to disturbing behavior
Behavior deemed disruptive
Behavior deemed infantile
Infantile in public
Infantile on the Internet
Internet where all is as good as archived
Internet where nothing is forgotten
Forgotten is rational behavior
Forgotten is civility
Civility and respect
Civility that we used to have
Have we been destined for this?
Have we been meant to suffer like this?
This can’t be how humanity ends.
This has got to stop.
Stop everyone from becoming a zombie!
Stop the apocalypse!
Zombie
Apocalypse

*****

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Poem of the Week: Message from a Boycotter

Message from a Boycotter
January 2, 2018

The more things change, the more they stay the same—
So much, in fact, that oftentimes, they drive me insane,
Like dwelling on the past and exploiting it for all its worth
For the selfish sake of filling one’s face and further gaining girth.
It’s already 2018, after all, and still some think
That milking yesteryear’s tragedies doesn’t at all stink,
Even though doing so has proven time and again to fail
To the point where those who’ve failed no longer bother to sail
The ever-so turbulent mainstream for years at a time,
And yet, others dare to dream that they can cross the brine
With the same disastrous vessels that the failures have failed to float,
And if that’s the case with you, then go ahead, you clueless goat!
Go ahead and set sail for ruin, you greedy sack of trash.
Let’s see how you hold together. I bet you’ll outright crash.
What makes you think you’re better than those who’ve preceded you,
Especially since you’ve clearly not learned from what they’ve been through—
The mistakes they’ve made, the toes they’ve trod upon, and so on?
Just like them, I predict, you’ll end up just like them: gone…
Gone from just this one last step of yours in your career,
And for it to end so suddenly is something others would fear,
Even after it has lasted as long as yours has
And being so illustrious, too…and all ‘because you just had
To bring it upon yourself to drill up the crippling past once more.
Oh, if only you had a clue of the ridicule in store
For you and everyone under you working on this project—
Ridicule that you deserve, though, for nine sane respect
Anyone and weak and ignorant or too lazy to think
Of anything new to show the masses that doesn’t stink.
That having been said, go ahead and embarrass yourself,
For when your work months later hits the clearance shelves
Of Wal-Marts nationwide, don’t you dare come crying to me,
Especially if, on the Internet, you chance to hear and see
Multiple negative reviews of your precious pride and joy
And rants on how you should retire once and for all, my boy.
America’s trying to move forward and leave the past in the past.
This constant fixation on it one way or another can’t last.
Remembrance is one thing, but obsession is another,
And people like you need to back off peddling the latter, brother.
Start treating us folks with dignity. Stop treating us like sheep.
Learn to respect us once and for all if you plan to keep
Your place in the entertainment world, for we’ve finally caught on—
Or at last we at last shall–to what you’re doing wrong,
And then where will you be once you’ve sacrificed your throne?
Hopefully out on the streets, forgotten and alone
With nobody to look after you or pad your pan with coin
When we used to feed you dollars by the dozen from a skinned cow’s loin.
At any cost your glory will finally bite the dust,
And fresh faces will take your place upon rising from the rust
That’s been rotting the iron infrastructure of the world,
And good media will once again be available to boys and girls.
It’s your call, Mr. Producer: Paradise or purgatory?
Do you want to retain your prestige or sacrifice your glory
In the name of speaking freely ‘bout what most don’t want to hear?
It’s the future of your reign, sir. Is all I’ve said clear?

*****

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Poem of the Week: Poem of Hope for 2018

Poem of Hope for 2018
December 30, 2017

A new year is fast approaching, my friends.
Say goodbye to the year we’ve come to know.
Hopefully what crap we’ve been through will end.

Well, folks, a new year’s coming ‘round the bend.
What good will it bring? Only Heaven knows.
A new year is fast approaching, my friends.

To all who’ve shown support, my thanks I send.
May good fortune be wherever you go.
Hopefully what crap we’ve been through will end.

May somebody always be there to lend
You a helping hand, should you need it so.
A new year is fast approaching, my friends.

After all, it could be that we must fend
For ourselves, should the future bear us woe.
Hopefully what crap we’ve been through will end.

Cross your fingers, then, for when this year ends,
Its foul or fresh nature we shall soon know.
A new year is fast approaching, my friends.
Hopefully what crap we’ve been through will end.

*****

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Poem of the Week: The Week Before Christmas

The Week Before Christmas
December 19, 2018

‘Tis the week before Christmas without snow on the ground.
I’ve looked all around, but nope—none I’ve found.
No chilly white fluff, just hard grey and brown
With tiny green spikes poking out all around.

To think, too, ‘tis December in Illinois,
Yet there’s no snow around to bring Christmas joy.
What a kick to the teeth for today’s boys and girls
Who’ll never know Christmas as it went in my world!

Back in those days, we’d have at least enough
Snow from which we made snowfolks, snow forts, and stuff;
Upon which we rode our sleds down this and that hill
And that we balled up and threw at each other ‘til

Our parents called for us to come on in from the cold
And have ourselves some soup with flavors rich and bold
And perhaps some hot chocolate as we hunkered down
‘Round the fireplace to listen to the joyous sounds

Of Christmas carols playing on the radio
As the lights all around us twinkled and glowed
With a subtle, supple glimmer that reminded us all
Of the time of year it was—not spring, summer, or fall,

But early winter, and Christmastime, too,
A time where kids could shake off the year’s blues
And enjoy life with friends and family,
Especially with so much to hear and see

As well as do for but a few weeks
‘Fore life elsewhen dares once again to sneak
Back upon us and reintroduce the mundane
‘Til another year passes, when we’d do it all again.

Granted, snow wasn’t the be-and-end-all
When it came to Christmastime great and small,
But it helped us get into a Christmassy mood—
A jolly, serene, and hopeful attitude—

And helped make the season feel all the better,
With or without the notoriously gaudy sweaters.
Heck, even a mere ten, fifteen years ago,
The Holidays felt more natural with snow.

Now, though, the ground’s barren of the chilly white fluff
As if Mother Nature Herself has had enough
Of keeping up with the seasons and stuff,
And by no means does it feel like any bluff.

‘Tis a crying shame, I will not lie,
For this Christmastime’s been passing me by
With a vengeance as I’ve been trying to sort out
So much else in my life that I can’t help but shout

Against the Fates for all I’ve been through,
And with no Christmas snow falling out of blue,
I’ve one less reason to have holiday cheer,
Making Christmas a non-thing for me this year,

Which hurts in that Christmas usually
Is a season that brings out the best in me
And helps me be the best person I can be
In one way or another, but now look at me:

I’m a crabby sad sack complaining about snow
Or the lack thereof it. What a way to go!
Surely there’s something better I can do
To set my mind straight again and see me through,

For truth be told, ladies, gents, boys, and girls,
“Green” Christmases aren’t the end of the world,
So long as one keeps strongly within one’s heart
The spirit of the season. That’s one way to start.

Sure, snow helps set the stage for the season,
But the absence of it alone is no reason
To not spend time with those you hold dear to you,
For only sharing can see you through—

Sharing the kindness, respect, and love
That Christ Himself, who now resides high above,
Had taught us all once upon a time
To have for all people during our time

And instill that same value in those we meet,
Regardless of season or where we chance to meet
Those to whom we pass on this life-long lesson
And share ‘round these times a holiday blessin’.

I guess on that note, then, I still have hope
In having a Merry Christmas even if the slopes
And valleys ‘round me aren’t smothered in white.
Knowing that, then, I can sleep at night

And focus what really matters ‘round this time:
Spending what I’ve left of this life of mine
With friends, family, and other loved ones dear
As per the tradition this time of year.

On that note, Christmas for me just might yet
Be saved, regardless of whether I forget
About how the snow might’ve made matters better,
For really, can I afford at all to be a fretter?

Therefore, snow, fall or not. Take your pick.
My Christmas will be fine, whether or not you’ll stick,
But a sincere thanks for the memories either way
Of when I was young and knew Christmas Day.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Back to the Drawing Board

Back to the Drawing Board
December 17, 2017

I thought I was finished. I thought that I was done,
But alas…it’s back to the drawing board for me,
For with this one project of mine, I’d jumped the gun,
As it’s still not the best of its kind it can be.
The plot’s all sloppy and all over the dang place;
The characters are blander than cold, stale gruel;
And even my grammar’s trash. Oh, what a disgrace!
How could I be so dang negligent and cruel?
Usually I know better than to leave things
In such a tasteless, amateurish disarray,
But lately, my day job ‘s call relentlessly sings,
And my dream’s been slipping further and more away.
Oh, well…’nough complaining! Time to get back to work
And make up for being such an unmindful jerk.

*****

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Poem of the Week: New Computer

New Computer
December 10, 2018

New computer
New things to learn
Learn a new setup
Learn new programs
Programs for work
Programs for play
Play around
Play and discover
Discover how it all works
Discover what it all means
Means to you as an owner
Means as a sign of the times
Times of progress
Times of change
Change for worse
Change for better
Better take note
Better pause and reflect
Reflect on what you now have
Reflect on what you once had
Had with your old setup
Had in previous years
Years when certain functions never mattered
Years when other functions were the thing
Thing about technology
Thing about evolution
Evolution of electronics
Evolution…or devolution
Devolution of society
Devolution of humanity’s social structure
Structure around the Internet
Structure around machines
Machines relied upon for entertainment
Machines relied upon for former daily occurrences
Occurrences such as shopping
Occurrences such as watching the news
News of other outlets dying
News of other outlets growing obsolete
Obsolete as progress marches forth
Obsolete with job loss to boot
Boot to the tail for countless people
Boot to them, lest they learn to adapt
Adapt to our relentlessly tech-craving ways
Adapt to the ever-shifting climate
Climate ruled over by electronics
Climate where simplicity suffocates
Suffocates and withers in time
Suffocates as we lose ourselves
Time
Ourselves

*****

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Poem of the Week: Do You Have a Problem?

Do You Have a Problem?
December 2, 2017

Do you have a problem?
Do you not like what I say?
Say about this,
Say about that?
That is unfortunate.
That is a shame—
Shame we don’t see eye to eye,
Shame we happen to disagree.
Disagree, but let’s agree to do so.
Disagree, but with respect.
Respect you lack, though.
Respect you haven’t at all.
All you can do is ridicule.
All you can do is insult—
Insult me among your friends,
Insult me behind my back.
Back off!
Back to your hole—
Hole in the wall,
Hole in the ground!
Ground yourself in some maturity next time.
Ground yourself in some decency—
Decency towards others,
Decency to speak to my face.
Face me, then, with your concerns.
Face me in civilized debate.
Debate with me your grievances.
Debate with me your disagreement—
Disagreement with my feelings,
Disagreement with my beliefs,
Beliefs that I am allowed to have,
Beliefs that I am allowed to share—
Share within my hosts’ given guidelines,
Share within good reason and taste.
Reason rules over ridicule.
Reason rules over condescension—
Condescension only the worst must put up with,
Condescension only the worst deserve,
Deserve from anyone,
Deserve especially from those who don’t believe—
Believe in their talents,
Believe in their worth—
Worth as people,
Worth in this world,
World within which we all live,
World within which we all learn and grow.
Grow a spine!
Grow up!
Spine…
…Up!

*****

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Poem of the Week: Thanksgiving’s Over

Thanksgiving’s Over
November 25, 2017

Thanksgiving’s
Finally over.
Gathering, sharing, celebrating…
That’s all over now.
Rushing, racing, toiling…
Fun’s done.
Drat!

*****

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Poem of the Week: The Holidays Are Here!

The Holidays Have Returned!
November 19, 2017

The holidays have returned!
The holidays are here,
Here for us to enjoy,
Here for us to celebrate—
Celebrate with friends and family,
Celebrate with food and song,
Song after song on the radio,
Song after song ‘round the fireplace—
Fireplace well across from the tree,
Fireplace where the chestnuts pop,
Pop like edible firecrackers,
Pop like kettle corn.
Kettle corn and deviled eggs,
Kettle corn and cranberries on strings,
Strings of lights on the banister,
Strings of lights lining the entire house—
House that smells of turkey,
House that smells of fig pudding,
Pudding for guests,
Pudding for carolers.
Carolers—winter’s trick-or-treaters.
Carolers—the bards of the season—
Season of joy,
Season of remembering—
Remembering Jesus,
Remembering the babe in the manger—
Manger filled with hay,
Manger where the animals lay,
Lay sleeping ‘neath the starry sky,
Lay until the three wise men came,
Came with gifts for the young Messiah,
Came with frankincense, myrhh, and gold—
Gold that now decorates our homes,
Gold we now dig for from our wallets,
Wallets and purses.
Wallets never full enough,
Enough to help us purchase our party wares,
Enough to help us purchase our gifts,
Gifts for those we know,
Gifts for those we love.
Love is the theme of the season.
Love is the season’s reason—
Reason to exist,
Reason to remind us all,
All about the holidays,
All about the season’s spirit.
Holidays…
Spirit.

*****

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