Poem of the Week: No Room for Bigotry

No Room for Bigotry
August 17, 2017

No room for bigotry.
No room for hatred—
Hatred from ages ago,
Hatred towards strangers,
Strangers of a different color,
Strangers of a different mold,
Mold of experience,
Mold of life,
Life that you’ve never known,
Life that you don’t understand.
Understand for others’ sake.
Understand for your own sake—
Sake of growing,
Sake of becoming,
Becoming a stronger person,
Becoming what this world needs—
Needs during these troubled times,
Needs in the midst of this turmoil,
Turmoil that hasn’t died,
Turmoil that’s lasted for decades—
Decades, if not centuries,
Decades since some maniac spoke,
Spoke against those whom he disliked,
Spoke about mythology,
Mythology of a “superior” race,
Mythology meant for desperate ears—
Ears yearning for post-war relief,
Ears yearning for post-war hope,
Hope for a revitalized nation,
Hope at the expense of others—
Others who didn’t fit a given image,
Others who were “weird,”
Weird in strangers’ eyes,
Weird according to one man’s vision—
Vision that still lingers,
Vision that still carries on,
On in hateful hearts,
On in warped minds,
Minds warped by stereotyping,
Minds warped with fear,
Fear that they on turn spread,
Fear we must all overcome.
Overcome in the name of enlightenment.
Overcome in the name of peace—
Peace that we all desire,
Peace we’ve long needed,
Needed in the face of all this hostility,
Needed in the wake of so many kills.
Hostility…
Kills.

*****

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Hoedown of the Week: A Whose Line Hoedown on Whose Line Hoedowns

Hey, readers!

For those of you who are fans of Whose Line Is It Anyway?, chances are that you probably already know of its return to CW television within four weeks from today (May 29, 2017). On that note, I think I’d like to take this moment to try my hand at another Hoedown of the Week in commemoration of the event. I can promise you, too, that I’ve improved since last time when it comes to writing these things.

Also, be sure that to leave a reply to suggest what topic you’d like me to cover next time if you’re interested in seeing more hoedowns in the future. Who knows? Maybe I’ll have enough material to make this segment last all month up to Whose Line‘s US Season 13 premiere. It all depends, though, upon your feedback.

As for Whose Line itself, good luck with this season. I sure know that I’m looking forward to you shaking things up and keeping your format loose and fresh in the name of quality improvisational comedy.

At any rate, folks, enjoy!

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Hoedown of the Week: A Whose Line Hoedown on Whose Line Hoedowns
April 30, 2017

Well, I’m no fan of hoedowns. I hate their cheesy beat,
Even though it makes me stand up and shuffle my feet
‘Cause when we’re done performing, I can’t get it out of my head.
In fact, the tune haunts me so much, it makes me wish I was dead.

I don’t know why the others hate hoedowns with such a passion.
When I’m done cutting my verse, I feel a sense of satisfaction.
Thus, when it comes to playing this game, I’m not at all annoyed.
In fact, it’s just one more reason to keep Laura Hall employed.

I! Hate! Hoedowns! I refuse to sing ‘em by choice.
I’ll be damned if I ever lend them my golden voice,
Especially when I hear a bald joke (Yeah, like I don’t know…),
Though if I dare hear one more bald joke, I’m really gonna go.

Well, hello, everybody. My name is Ryan Stiles.
I’ve secretly loved hoedowns for quite a long while.
I like to sing ‘em like Michael Bolton or the Brothers Gibb,
And when I’m done, Drew tucks me into my special little crib.

*****

Thanks for reading, everyone, and as always, be sure to check out my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk. Your support means a lot to me, no matter what form it comes in. Likewise, here’s hoping to a great fifth season of Whose Line Is It Anyway? on the CW and to a great remainder of 2017 as a whole!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

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PS: Credit for the pic used above goes to TheCWWhoseLine.Tumblr.com. The poem itself, however, is the author’s own.

Bonus Poem of the Week: Violence

Violence
January 6, 2017

Dedicated to those who were affected by the Ft. Lauderdale Airport attack yesterday, January 6, 2017.

Violence isn’t funny. Violence isn’t a joke.
This world’s such a bloody powder keg, always going up in smoke
As the slightest spark ignites it and blows it all to bits,
Leaving those who still live within it entering furious fits
Of sobs of grief and fury that seem to never stop
As tears run down their faces, forming rivers, drop by drop.
So many derelicts on this earth getting a jolly from,
Ending people’s lives for little to no reason, the scum.
Worse yet, there doesn’t seem to be any solution in sight,
For all humanity seems to do these days is fight, fight, fight—
Not the kind of constructive fight, either, that brings to an end
Any kind of bloodshed or destruction. ‘Tis what I see leastways, friend,
For I’ve learned that no matter how much closer as a world we become,
Our equally growing self-centeredness keeps us from being one,
Whether it be with the folks next door or with nations ‘cross the sea.
The search for peace may very well last us an eternity.
That doesn’t mean we give up, though, for doing so only means
Acceptance of how things are, no matter how messy or obscene
They’ve become over the years when we all know they can be
Much more serene than what they’ve been, and who doesn’t want to see
The day when stabbings and shootings become naught but a memory
And bombs and missiles fail to launch to decimate you and me
And the only fists and feet a-flailing are those in MMA bouts?
One must admit that at least it’s a dream worth dreaming about.
Then again, why not try to make the dream a reality
And work together to achieve better things for you and me?
Why don’t we set aside our differences and cooperate
To squash that which we’ve all grown tired of? That’s how we all can relate
With one another, for if nothing else, such is the common thread
We all share in this day and age. Come, then! Let’s end the dread.
Let’s work together to move forward into a brighter day
And stop the violence ‘fore it claims only more lives in any way.
The century’s still young, after all, and though a golden age
Is still many years away from now, we can still at least turn the page
For our children and their children after them in the hope that they
Will no longer have to suffer through the hell we know today.

*****

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A Call for Feedback from My Readers

Hello, readers!

Today, I’m going to withhold posting my usual weekly poetry until either tomorrow or later this evening so that I may first ask you all, subscriber and non-subscriber alike, a particularly crucial question regarding the nature of this blog as a whole:

What kind of material would you like me to provide from hereon out?

This may sound like a particularly insipid thing to ask, but trust me when I say that I do have a good reason for doing so. You see, at the risk of sounding petty and needy, I’ll admit all the same that 2016 has been a relatively unsuccessful year for me in terms of gaining more attention for my literary endeavors, and though I have an idea on what I’ve done wrong in drawing people to this website, I’d nevertheless like to know directly from you folks how I can better appeal to you, my current audience, as well as attract new readers. After all, I’ve had quite a few people subscribe to me over the past eight months who’ve ended up unsubscribing to me after a week or two, and I’m wondering if whether or not their doing so has anything to do with the content I’ve been submitting or perhaps even the activities I’ve performed as this blog’s owner and operator. Additionally, as a writer who’s always willing to grow and expand my abilities, I am always willing to improve my craft so as to better reach the masses, and your feedback means a lot to me.

Take my weekly poetry, for example…are there any specific topics you would like me to cover in future poems? Any particular styles of poetry you’d like me to try my hand at? Do you want more or less poetry posted each week? Are you even interested at all in my Hoedown of the Week series that I’d tried to start up back on December 31, 2015?

How about my “In Relation to My Work” series of editorials? What topics have I talked about in such articles over the years that have appealed to you the most? Which topics would you like me to expand on? What topics would you like me to cover that I haven’t already?

Finally, there’s my work as a novelist. Would you like me to talk more about the projects I’ve worked on or have been working on, such as my novel Dream Weavers? What specifically would you like me to share about my projects?

I know this all sounds desperate on my part, but as I’ve mentioned before, I’d like to build up my fanbase and establish my brand the best I can, and I’ve come to realize (It’s taken me long enough, I know…SMH) that I haven’t done just that. That being said, feel free to leave me your feedback in the comment section below, and I’ll gladly take it into account, as I aim to not only earn more subscribers this year than I have already, but keep said subscribers as well. After all, your support means a lot to an aspiring pro novelist such as myself, whether it’s subscribing to this humble little blog of mine via WordPress or email, hitting the “Like” button on each/any of my posts, sharing my content with others, or even going to my author pages (Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk) and buying any of the ebooks I have for sale there. As such, without further ado, please let me know down below what improvements you’d like to see me make to this blog, and thank you all for your support.

Okay…pity party over! Expect my next Poem of the Week in my next post, and once again, everyone, thanks.

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

Poem of the Week: Post-Election 2016 America

Post-Election 2016 America
November 11, 2016

Election
Objection, rejection
Lamenting, protesting, rebelling
America divided against itself
Chanting, bickering, beating
Absurdity, insanity
Fear

*****

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Poem of the Week: When the Dust Settles

When the Dust Settles
October 22, 2016

All this season so far, so many ads,
Which is nothing new, given tradition,
But along with them comes the tired fad
Of hate ‘tween those of equal ambition:
Name-calling, rumor-spreading…the whole bit…
And me not knowing just whom to believe.
All I know is that I’ve been sick of it.
Either discuss the issues, or please leave.
That’s the kind of thing I’d like to say to
Those folks we’ve all heard from these past eight weeks,
For I’m shocked they haven’t turned black and blue
Literally from the words they still speak.
When the dust settles, though, what will we see?
Will the winners be right for you and me?

*****

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Bonus Poem of the Week: War Between the Sexes

Hello, readers!

This week, I’d like to submit a poem that I honestly should have written and posted a long time ago. However, seeing as the hostilities covered in today’s poem are still “at large and in charge,” for lack of a better saying, I still hope the message below strikes a chord with all who happen to read it. Feel free to “like” and share it, too, and spread the message around in hopes that the world moves forward from the especially hurtful, childish, and outright asinine way of thinking it details.

Thank you all, and happy reading.

Dustin M. Weber

*****

War Between the Sexes
September 15, 2016

“We men are losing everything to these self-serving chicks—
These petty wannabe Amazons who see all us men as hicks
Who’re out to make them bear our spawn to satisfy the state
And keep them in the kitchen, wherein which they brew their hate.
We used to be the breadwinners—the leaders of our households—
But the masses now scoff at that model and declare it to be ‘old.’
Now women have been taking our jobs and cash, yet still aren’t satisfied
And won’t be ‘til we become subservient and flush our pride.
I don’t know ‘bout you, fellow gents, but I’m sick of being walked on
And treated like I’m worthless by some bitch who claims to be ‘strong.’
We’re men, after all—human beings—and refuse to be treated like crap,
So spare us your flack, husband beaters, and shut your nagging traps.”

“Well, excuse us, whiny man-baby, for wanting independence like you.
Did it ever occur to you and your ilk that we’re people, too?
Your paranoia of us ‘taking over’ is nothing more than that.
Just give us equal representation in the workplace and scat.
In fact, give us better treatment, seeing as you childish farts
Have too often abused your power and have torn this world apart.
You even put down your fellow man just to make sure you stay on top,
Even when you’re terrible at your job and the masses want you to stop.
So much do you market to your own kind it’s enough to make one sick.
We weren’t all, after all, put on Earth to ‘please’ you little pricks.
You know, if the world were matriarchal, we’d all at last be free
From you meat-headed warmonger perverts and all your tyranny.”

“There you go again with your sweeping generalizations, Jezebel.
Why don’t you take your prejudice and leave it with you in Hell?
See, that’s the kind of hatred I’d brought up earlier, dear—
The kind of bitter vindictiveness men like me have come to fear.
Even if we men having been in charge for so long has been a bane,
You needn’t cry victim and return the favor by bringing us pain.
Two wrongs don’t make a right, you know, nor do the double standards you pass
In order to prove your ‘equality’ to us in prestige or class.
You demonize rape and domestic violence, for instance, yet don’t realize
That women, too—believe it or not—have beat up and violated guys,
And if we dare physically defend ourselves, we get vilified
While you stand so finely by and mock us, no one daring to bust your hide.
As far as marketing goes, what about all the times we’ve been dumbed down
To make you look like the ‘smarter’ sex and us all like bumbling clowns?
Call us childish all you want, but we’re not the only ones.
You’re just as immature as we are, you petty daughters of guns.”

“Even if we’re being immature, guess who started it first
With the whole notion of ‘gender superiority’ and who’s better or worse.
For every rape and domestic violence case our kind has invoked,
Your kind has pulled off several more—enough to make us choke.
Blame it, then, on your fellow men for not staying in line
For the rules that play against you when the threads of truth unwind.
As for each marketing scheme that portrays you men as dumb,
You might want to see who’s behind them before you further succumb
To the sweeping generalizations for which you yourselves are to blame.
In fact, who passed them off first in a fit of pride and shame
In an effort to keep their office and the control they’ve attained
Over the whole world, of which many of you I bet hope to retain?
It’s all about power and control for you, we’ve come to learn,
And speaking of wrongs making rights, prepare to get burned,
For our ‘wrong’ would’ve never happened if you’d never made yours first,
And this third wrong from your precious movement is only making things worse.”

“You’re always showing off your bodies, sexualizing yourselves as you please.”
“Hey, it’s your own overactive sex drives bringing you to your knees.”
“Are you saying we’re the only ‘saucy’ ones, Ms. ‘Shades of Gray?’”
“Are you saying we all like that smut? Go back to those games you play!
“You mean the games you never touch ‘cause of their ‘testosterone?’”
“Well, I sure don’t mean that kiddie crap you claim you’ll never own.”
“Fine…but you go back to those books with the plots you’ll never know.”
“And you go back to those dirty movies and all the smut they sow.
“Like you don’t enjoy ogling the physiques of our fellow ‘beasts!’”
“Hey, at least we’re discreet about it and not like you in the least.”

And so do the two sides bicker, both right and wrong in their own ways,
And as much as I’d hate to say it, I doubt we’ll ever see the day
Both sides set aside their differences to help this ailing world
Pull itself back together from all the damage that each boy and girl
In the past has inflicted upon it through any and all misdeeds
He or she has done to support the cause in which he or she believes.
If only there was a peace table at which we all can converse
And explain why it is we feel the way we do before something worse
Than what we’ve all already endured befalls upon us all.
It’s as the saying goes: “United we stand. Divided, we fall.”

Picture courtesy of Whisper.sh

Picture courtesy of Whisper.sh

*****

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Poem of the Week: Message for a Reactionary

Hello, readers!

This week, I have for you today a reaction to a rant made about a week ago by longtime professional wrestling personality Jim Cornette regarding El Rey Network’s very own Wednesday night pro wrestling program Lucha Underground. To put matters simply, I was put off not by Cornette’s opinion per say, but rather by the words he’d chosen to use in voicing his displeasure with LU. I’m not even surprised by his choice of language, either, nor am I saying that he doesn’t make a solid argument for why he believes LU, in his opinion, isn’t that great of a program. Rather, I’m simply annoyed by the fact that he couldn’t just talk about his distaste and instead felt the need to handle the situation the way he did. Keep in mind, too, that you’re reading this from someone who used to support the show back in the day when it first came on, yet stopped watching it soon after for a number of the same reasons why Cornette himself hates it.

In short, even if you have no interest in pro wrestling yourself, much less Lucha Underground, I hope all the same that you get some sort of entertainment from the poem below. Also, Mr. Cornette, I doubt you’re reading this, but in the rare event that you might be, keep in mind that a little respect—and maturity—goes a long way.

Thank you all, and enjoy!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

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Message for a Reactionary
February 2, 2016

Don’t like it?
Don’t understand it?
It doesn’t matter.
It isn’t up to you—
You with your ranting,
You with your raging,
Raging with self-entitlement,
Raging with venom.
Venom towards something fresh,
Venom towards something different—
Different from the usual,
Different from what you’ve known,
Known for decades,
Known to work back then,
Then before the Internet,
Then before the illusion died,
Died from obsoleteness,
Died with change,
Change with the times,
Change in the business.
Business changes with time.
Business moves ever forward—
Forward-moving,
Forward-thinking,
Thinking of new ideas,
Thinking of what else can be.
Be mindful, then!
Be respectful—
Respectful of new things,
Respectful of that which you may dislike,
Dislike for this reason,
Dislike for that.
That is how grownups behave.
That is how to handle change.
Change with the times.
Change your ways,
Ways of reacting,
Ways of thinking—
Thinking of the future,
Thinking what else can be,
Be an alternative,
Be an option,
Option for a new generation,
Option for a new crowd,
Crowd to fill an arena,
Crowd to fill an account.
Account for the better.
Account for change.
Better…
Change.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Fifty Shades of Corruption

DISCLAIMER: The following poem is dedicated to everyone who has grown sick and tired of all the attention that the book Fifty Shades of Grey and its subsequent motion picture by Universal Studios have received and continue to receive in the media. If you are reading this and happen to like any of the books in E.L. James’s Fifty Shades trilogy for one reason or another, please do not take offense to this post. As for everyone else—particularly those of you who HATE Fifty Shades with a burning passion and do not understand why it has become so popular over the years, considering what it effectively represents—I hope the poem offers some sort of catharsis. After all, while I do not care for this franchise at all and thus do not wish to draw any further attention to it, especially on the grounds of angering certain people, I myself have been pushed to the point where I feel the need to voice my opinion about this particular book series, which even I myself cannot defend as an author in my own right for reasons that have already been explained by countless other detractors. Truth be told, I feel as though I probably should have written this poem QUITE some time ago. At any rate, though, should any of you disagree with what I say here, let us at least agree to disagree.

Thank you for your time and consideration, everyone.

*****

Fifty Shades of Corruption
February 11, 2015

Countless voices never to be heard,
No matter the wisdom of their words,
No matter the matter of which they speak,
For they’ve been buried six feet deep
‘Fore anyone chanced to learn who they were.
Meanwhile, the Media’s wretched curs
All turn their attention—ours as well—
To cheap, blatant smut from the pits of Hell.
Next thing we all know, visions of lust
And perversion haunt every last one of us,
Flooding the Mainstream like feces in a river,
Breaking apart so that the ‘Stream delivers
Unto the masses a beverage so foul
That it rots people’s brains, hearts, and bowels,
Leaving us all sick in one way or another
From skanky sisters and horny brothers
To cousins already so jaded from their lack
Of hope in humanity, they’ve turned their backs
On the one industry once safe from such sin.
Now look at the trouble the market’s in:
Talented people leading various lives—
Sons, daughters, dads, moms, husbands, and wives—
Being denied the privileges of a dream
Solely ‘cause their work doesn’t fit the ‘Stream’s
Now-corrupted sense of what makes a buck,
Making those in charge wish them, “Best of luck!”
And kick them hard ‘tween the legs and in the ass
Just so they can turn to those of little class—
If any at all—and hand them the key.
Now their messages run amok, you see,
Distorting our sense of sensibility
To the point where there’s no hope for you or me
Or anyone else to hear our cry
Of how the Morals of Old have died
And how our old values we’ve cast aside
In the name of the baseness that smugly hides
In the hearts of the masses, much to our dread,
Until coaxed to rear its ugly head
On account of whatever attention’s been gained
From anything vile, graceless, or inane
To logically churn the common folks’ guts
And speak unto the most warped amongst us
And have them step out into the clear
And announce the truth that we all fear:
That guilty pleasures are stronger than we think,
As is morbid curiosity…which stinks!
Pretty soon, all who’ve struggled for years
To remind us of the truths we all hold dear
Are cast aside like pieces of trash,
Forever forgotten, their works burnt to ash
Within Hell’s blazes, leaving us to praise
The devils who’ve given us these dark days
With their backwards lessons and twisted truths,
Fattening us with their toxic fruit
Bloating our bellies as well as our heads
With words that have left us spiritually dead,
All no thanks to our own Media, too,
For causing this world to turn black and blue
And showing us all that which we were better
Off leaving alone in its chains and fetters,
Safely contained in its corner of the world
From the cat-like curiosity of boys and girls.
Now, ‘fore anyone says, “Don’t like it? Don’t read it.
It’s just a dumb book. No need to throw a fit.”
You clearly haven’t read, for I’ve already said,
I’ts not my own fate alone that I dread,
But the fate of everyone who’s worked so hard,
Only to have the top dogs discard
Their masterpieces in preference of the swill
I’ve been ranting ‘gainst with all my will
For so many lines now, it’s insane—
Even to me, one who feels their pain.
After all, I’m in their camp myself,
Hoping to have my work hit a store’s shelf,
Yet here I am, one of so bloody many,
And for too long now, I fear I won’t see any
Of my life-long dream at last come true,
And Media mouths, it’s no thanks to you
Spouting off ‘bout the crap that deserved to never
See the light of day and enjoy the endeavors
It’s made for so long at the expense of
Much worthier works that deserved such love
And attention from us all, myself included,
Yet here we all are, so dense and deluded
Into ignoring all that we should’ve loved
And would’ve fit our style like a hand in a glove.
Then again, we should blame ourselves as well
For allowing the industry to go to Hell
And not using judgment to help elevate
That which deserved love rather than hate,
To recognize treasure ‘mongst a sea of trash
And tell others ‘bout it so that they can dash
To the store and support and enjoy it, too.
Such is the practice I preach to all of you.
Blow off what the Media tells you what to like,
For you yourselves can set things right.
Think for yourselves and spread the word
Of that which you love and what you find absurd.
Don’t let the Media tell you what to think,
For they’re the ones who’ve taken us to the brink
Of decadence and debauchery that we
Have yet to overcome, so follow me
In supporting works that deserve the attention
And putting filth into permanent detention
‘Til it finally dies of rightful neglect
And is but a remnant of the years we’ve wrecked
From listening to those who should’ve known better,
Who belong in prison themselves, chained and fettered,
For unleashing the beasts that have roamed free,
Stampeding throughout society,
And decimating all in their wake,
Their thirst for destruction so hard to slake.
The time to slay these beasts is now.
It’s our time to take a stand—and how!
This era of sickness can no longer last.
Let’s build for the future and learn from the past
And see to it that the days of smut
Are forever purged back into Hell’s gut
And that we all create and support class
And decency for every lad and lass
From our generation to those down the road.
It’s a burden, yes, but we can all bear this load.

*****

One final word before I go, people: If you insist on seeing a movie this Valentine’s Day weekend, I STRONGLY suggest you go see ANY OTHER MOVIE than Universal’s Fifty Shades of Grey. Kingsman: The Secret Service looks and sounds like fun, for example. Heck, even SpongeBob: Sponge Out of Water has been receiving some positive feedback, including the following review from YouTuber Austin Putnam. Just whatever you do…please…don’t give Fifty Shades of Grey a penny of your hard-earned money. It simply doesn’t deserve it, even if only in my own opinion.

Thank you.

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

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Poem of the Week: Advice from a Concerned Wrestling Fan

Global Force Wrestling: All I can say about it is this: Jeff Jarrett, please...DON'T BOTCH THIS ENDEAVOR OF YOURS!

Global Force Wrestling:
All I can say about it is this: Jeff Jarrett, please…DON’T BOTCH THIS ENDEAVOR OF YOURS!

Hello, readers!

Over the past several weeks, news has come out about a new wrestling federation that pro wrestling veteran Jeff Jarrett, founder of Total Nonstop Action Wrestling, has been planning on putting together later this year or, failing that, by January 2015. Having been a fan of professional wrestling myself for so long, I have learned to have concern for each new promotion that chances to spring up along the pro wrestling landscape. After all, many is the wrestling company/show that has emerged only to be shut down on account of numerous flaws in management and production/promotion, from the likes of Wrestling Society X, Wrestlicious, and Jeff Katz’s Wrestling Retribution Project to the likes of the original Extreme Championship Wrestling, Canada’s WFX Wrestling, and even World Championship Wrestling. Likewise, with its decades-long history as the number one force in the pro wrestling industry, it isn’t very likely–if, in fact, likely at all–that WWE will ever enjoy the same level of competition it had during the “Monday Night War(s)” of the mid to late 1990s and early 2000s when WCW was giving it a run for its money. Therefore, while I am loathe to automatically blurt out such negative thoughts as “Oh, this is just gonna be another flop,” I still can’t help but feel skeptical about GFW’s success. This is especially true considering the flaws that Jarrett had made with his original venture, TNA, which many (though not all) wrestling fans have turned on since the beginning of this decade.

It is on account of these concerns of mine that I have decided to compose the following villanelle, which I have entitled Advice from a Concerned Wrestling Fan. Enjoy!

*****

Advice from a Concerned Wrestling Fan
May 1, 2014

Learn from the mistakes you’ve made in the past.
You can’t afford to repeat history.
Be wise if you want your venture to last.

Don’t bother yourself with stars from years past.
Focus on fresh blood for your fans to see.
Learn from the mistakes you’ve made in the past.

Hungry young lions make for a strong cast
In this fierce, unforgiving industry.
Be wise if you want your venture to last.

Your hopes for success also will be smashed
Should you be the center of the story.
Learn from the mistakes you’ve made in the past.

Make things ‘bout your stars, and we’ll have a blast
Getting immersed in their intensity.
Be wise if you want your venture to last.

Once more piece of advice I’ve saved for last:
Never lose sight of what you aim to be.
Learn from the mistakes you’ve made in the past.
Be wise if you want your venture to last.

*****

That should do it for this week. I’ll admit that other wrestling fans have shared their thoughts and feelings about GFW in a more thorough and inclusive manner than I have, but for right now, the above poem will do. Don’t get me wrong, either; I do want Global Force Wrestling to succeed. At the same time, however, if it starts to exhibit any of the issues that TNA has long shown and as such turns into the second coming of that promotion, then all my hope for it will be for naught.

At any rate, thank you all for stopping by, and feel free to visit my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk for more about me and my current literary works. Likewise, be sure to keep an eye out for the latest news concerning my latest project, The Kingdom of Somnia, and until we meet again, folks, happy reading!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

P.S.: Global Force Wrestling logo used (c) May 1, 2014 Heavy.com. The poem itself, however, is the author’s own.