Poem of the Week: A Rather Blunt Blitz Poem about Intergender Violence

A Rather Blunt Blitz Poem about Intergender Violence
July 14, 2017

Sick of the double standard
Sick of the hypocrisy
Hypocrisy regarding gender
Hypocrisy regarding violence
Violence against women
Violence against men
Men hitting each other
Men hitting women
Women hitting men
Women hitting each other
Other people may disagree
Other people too blind to see
See the big picture
See what’s wrong
Wrong with our way of thinking
Wrong with people hitting people
People need to wake up
People need to realize
Realize what they’re promoting
Realize what they’re saying
Saying it’s a matter of size
Saying it’s a matter of gender status
Status in American
Status worldwide
Worldwide no-no
Worldwide taboo
Taboo for a number of reasons
Taboo we’ll never shake
Shake after so many decades
Shake after so many generations
Generations defending the notion blindly
Generations never stopping to think
Think in simpler terms
Think along a different line
Line of logic
Line of reality
Reality beyond one side of the story
Reality concerning violence
Violence against anyone
Violence is wrong
Wrong outside of self-defense
Wrong outside of a sanctioned fight
Fight for truth
Fight for equality
Equality between both genders
Equality we’ve long needed
Needed to grow
Needed to move on up


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Poem of the Week: Perversion Rises Again

Perversion Rises Again
January 17, 2017

Bad influence,
Bad writing—
Writing so hollow,
Writing so shallow,
Shallow and empty,
Shallow and void,
Void of soul,
Void of sense,
Sense of structure,
Sense of morality—
Morality for the blind,
Morality for the ignorant,
Ignorant of itself,
Ignorant of empowerment,
Empowerment of future generations,
Empowerment of women—
Women who should know better,
Women with low—if any—standards,
Standards for entertainment,
Standards for storytelling,
Storytelling made sloppy,
Storytelling stunted,
Stunted with cheap thrills,
Stunted message,
Message of how love works,
Message of how love should be—
Be for women like them,
Be for people in general.
General tackiness,
General disconnection,
Disconnection from worldly affairs,
Disconnection from reality,
Reality of mockery,
Reality of excess hype,
Hype undeserved,
Hype over mediocrity—
Mediocrity and worse,
Mediocrity typical,
Typical of the 2010s,
Typical of this fallen world,
World where talent struggles,
World where smut shines,
Shines blindingly,
Shines violently,
Violently vexing,
Violently hoping.
Hoping for something good.
Hoping to witness your riddance.


Author Pages: Smashwords.com

Bonus Poem of the Week: One American Male’s Self-Defense against Adamantly Nude Women in the Media

One American Male’s Self-Defense against Adamantly Nude Women in the Media
November 8, 2016

How dare you label me a shallow, sexist, philistine sod
For expecting more of a woman than an admittedly gorgeous bod!
Congratulations for feeling comfortable in your own skin,
But if it’s my heart you want, showing yourself off’s no way to win.

How dare you vilify me for expecting dignity
And modesty to guide you in proving to the world you can be
More than just a sack of skin and bones in society’s eyes
That always unveils itself for the sight of certain gals and guys!

How dare you accuse me of forcing my “tyrannical” will onto you
When I know damn well it’s your own body and you’re going to do
What you want, no matter what any man or woman says what’s right,
Even though you know you’ll dress back up once you’ve reached your twilight!

How dare you get in the faces of men just like me
When you’ve got women, too, telling you whom and what you ought to be!
Don’t you dare go crying “Oppression!” when guys like me aren’t alone
In getting sick of your agenda and the attitude you own,

For once here in the States, folks were disgusted with nudity,
Seeing it as either a wanton expression of sexuality
Or a desperate attempt by some women (and men) to say, “Hey! Look at me!
Come feast your eyes on my body. Ain’t it some nice eye candy?”

Nowadays, though, we’ve come to see it as possibly a little more,
But that doesn’t mean that the old messages haven’t headed out the door,
And quite frankly, each time I hear about a woman or even a man
Who seems to be on an okay path shedding her or his clothes for the cam,

I can’t help but shake my head and roll my eyes in utter disgust
And ask myself of the human race, “Is this what’s become of us?”
‘Cause let me be honest: What you’re showing me is nothing new,
And in contrast, what you’ve got doesn’t look any prettier on you.

I’m not like “other guys (or gals)” who find the human form
Something to be mesmerized by when it stands ‘fore me unadorned.
I find no profound meaning in musculature or contours,
And if that makes me shallow, then so be it, ‘cause really, I’ve been bored

With almost every naked body I’ve seen in my lifetime,
And even the few I’ve been attracted to in hindsight weren’t sublime.
There was never anything special ‘bout them, no matter how distinct.
Sure, each body may tell a story, but never has one made me think

Or feel enough to care beyond, “This really isn’t my concern,”
For when it comes to others’ tales—not tails—I’d rather learn
By word of mouth or word on page, not via bodily display.
Tell. Don’t show. That’s how I’ll know how to feel for you in some way.

Nudity, though, just annoys me ‘cause I’ve seen it all before.
Yes, bodies are bodies and parts are parts, but to me, they mean nothing more.
If you want me to give a damn ‘bout you, you’ve got to show me more.
Your mind, your heart, your spirit, your soul…what else have you in store?

You want me to connect with you? How do you think or feel?
What do you stand for or against? Show me thus how you’re a big deal.
I can already tell you’ve got a form. Now show me what’s within.
Is there more to you that I should know? ‘Cause that’s the phase I’m in.

Lust does nothing for me. I need something that lasts much longer.
Twenty minutes in bed’s a waste of my time, lest there’s something stronger
Connecting me to my mate, so for crying out loud, share with me
The substance beneath your skin. Then you can share your body with me.

Clobbering me with beauty, though, will only drive me away,
Leaving you in my dust so you can pose for someone else another day
While I cross paths with Miss Essence, who doesn’t treat me like an ape
And you’re stuck with depraved weirdoes who stare at you and gape.

The “sex and nudity” stigma, after all, won’t likely go away,
No matter how immature it may be, which is the price you must pay
If you pose nude for anything, so take that however you may,
And don’t be surprised if posing bites you in the bare ass one day,

No matter your message or other motive ‘cause that’s just how things go.
“The Fappening,” for example, wasn’t all that long ago.
Remember Shannon Elizabeth? Yeah…that sounds about right…
And how profound has any Playboy model’s fame been on one’s life,

Minus, say, the likes of Jenny McCarthy or Pamela Anderson?
How many such girls live up to their legend once their days are done?
Sure, they may have their money, but where has their fame taken them?
Are any of them even proud yet of what they did way back when?

You get the point, so I won’t go on, but just remember this:
Nudity will only take you so far into any kind of bliss.
Afterwards, I’m willing to bet you it’ll all blow up in your face,
Lest you prove to the world you’re more than just a body with a face.

Better yet, you should’ve been doing just that since day one of your life
And not bothered yourself one bit with this public nudity tripe.
Such shameless boasting, after all, is much shallower and
More superficial than you might think, seeing as there are other ways grand

Enough to make the statement of how comfortable you are
With your body without you baring all, so why not raise the bar
And prove to us all that beauty isn’t only for model types
And show us your beauty another way to avoid conservative gripes?

Subtlety’s much sexier, anyways, so take that to heart,
And with that in mind, I’m sure you’re smart enough to find a new start
In promoting yourself as desirable without the blatant show
That’s landed so many in hot water whose names I’m sure you know.

In short, just because nudity’s finally being accepted these days
Doesn’t make me a villain for holding on to my conservative ways.
Just don’t expect me to crawl after you in the instance you do bare all
‘Cause I’m all for substance over skin and shan’t heed any nude siren’s call.


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Bonus Poem of the Week: One Man’s Rant about the World’s Fixation with Feminine Nudity in the 2010s

One Man’s Rant about the World’s Fixation with Feminine Nudity in the 2010s
November 2, 2016

Nudity’s overrated. Get off it.
So you’ve got a body. You’re no alone.
Forget about your skin. Show me your wit.

You want to prove you’re beautiful and fit?
You need not strip down almost to your bones.
Nudity’s overrated. Get off it.

Aren’t women more than bodies made to fit
What outfits—birthdays suits as well—they own?
Forget about your skin. Show me your wit.

What about brains and kindness? Don’t they fit
Into what someone “should” be on this stone?
Nudity’s overrated. Get off it.

You say you’re “free.” I can’t buy that one bit—
Not in the eyes, leastways, of horny drones.
Forget about your skin. Show me your wit.

Such “beauty” means squat if you’re just a twit
Or soulless, vain, and noxious to the bone.
Nudity’s overrated. Get off it.
Forget about your skin. Show me your wit.


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Poem of the Week: Rant that a Male Feminist Might Hear

Rant that a Male Feminist Might Hear
May 17, 2016

Get off your high horse, you damn hypocrite!
You blast one thing but condone the other.
Everybody knows you’re so full of it.

Safely behind your computer you sit,
Preaching morality like no other.
Get off your high horse, you damn hypocrite!

Treating your fellow men like they’re all twits
As if somehow you were their damn mother…
Everybody knows you’re so full of it.

You proclaim that it’s wrong for men to hit
Women, but vice-versa’s fine? Oh, brother!
Get off your high horse, you damn hypocrite!

Claiming that a woman you’d never hit?
I bet your wife you beat like no other.
Everybody knows you’re so full of it.

Your self-righteous words don’t fool us one bit.
We see through your double standard, brother.
Get off your high horse, you damn hypocrite!
Everybody knows you’re so full of it.


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Bonus Poem of the Week: Not All Men Are the Enemy

Hey, readers!

For countless decades now, gender equality has been a serious issue in world society, and for good reason. I myself have written quite a few poems in which I’ve expressed my opinions regarding various women’s issues, which I’ve included here in this disclaimer for the sake of convenience.

Bonus Poem of the Week: Girls Need Heroes, Too
Poem of the Week: Real Women, Strong Women
Poem of the Week: Fake = Ugly. What D’You Say?
Poem of the Week: Superficiality
Poem of the Week: A Poem for Miss Strong
Poem of the Week: Women’s Wrestling Ultimatum
Poem of the Week: Big Is Beautiful, Too

However, while I personally cannot deny that women have too often received the “short end of the stick,” as the saying goes, in various aspects of American society, I still feel it necessary to stress a certain point to women everywhere. Rather than drone on and preach the point here, however, I think it’d be better to allow the following poem speak for me. Without further ado, then, here’s Not All Men Are the Enemy. Hope you folks like it.


Not All Men Are the Enemy
March 8, 2016

For every abusive bastard who torments women for sport,
For every selfish pervert who can’t keep his hands to himself,
For every “alpha” male on the prowl looking for a consort,
There’s a kind-hearted gentleman who’s stuck sitting upon a shelf.

For every ill-tempered jackass who gets off swinging his fists,
For every stuck-up schmuck who makes equality seem like a lie,
For every soulless misogynist who refuses to get the gist,
There’s a frustrated yet considerate fellow left asking, “Why?

Why do women hate me when I do everything right,
Treating them with dignity and respect each step of the way,
Trying to not subjugate them at any time, day or night?
Why am I still the enemy? What did I do or say

To earn the label of oppressor when this entire time,
I’ve tried treating women like equals, their differences from me aside?
Why do these women still see me like naught but primordial slime?
Why don’t they see that even mankind has a humane side?”

Then the resentment sinks in and cynicism grows
With each passing day the dejection goes untreated,
And should the subject fully give in, more will be the woes
From their words and actions, and hence the movement’s defeated,

And the bitter, vicious void between women and men grows,
Making matters even more compromised than they were before,
Which means even more need for diplomacy to ease our woes
If we ever hope to move on and see what peace we’ve in store.

Attention, then, womankind: Not every man’s an ass.
We’re not all perpetrators of crimes against your kind.
Despite the heartless clods amongst us, the rest of us have class,
And the crimes of our “brothers” do indeed weigh heavily on our mind.

Please find it in your hearts, then, to not rain all your disdain
Upon us all for the misdeeds of a fraction of us.
We wish we could keep all our kind in line and spare you the pain,
But alas, we can only promise that for those of us who are just.

In the meantime, then, tell your sisters who bear upon us their wrath
That doing so will do nothing but make hostilities grow
And make the whole “superior sex” debate further tear us in half
And widen the gender gap further yet than we already know.

Hatred isn’t the answer. Let’s try mutual respect,
For only decorum at the peace table can see us through,
And should we all cooperate, we just might find balance yet.
I’m willing to work towards that goal. Everyone else, how ‘bout you?


Thanks for reading the above work. I hope its message settles well with everyone, although if there was one final piece of advice I’d like to give women everywhere, it’s this: While even good men may make errors of judgment, they—unlike the misogynists of the world—will still be considerate enough to lend an ear and an open mind and listen to the concerns of anyone fighting for women’s rights. That is to say, of course, that the concerns in question are voiced in a rational, conscious, productive fashion. After all, as I’ve said in this poem, taking counterproductive measures against mankind as a whole and making sweeping generalizations about all men based on the actions of only a portion of them isn’t going to solve anything.

At any rate, that’s enough for today. Feel free to come on back for more poetry and whatever else might be going on with my writing career, and in the meantime, don’t be afraid to check out my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk to see what I have in store for sale. Thanks again, and happy reading!

Dustin M. Weber

Poem of the Week: Real Women, Strong Women

Real Women, Strong Women
June 16, 2015

Real women,
Real deal—
Deal of a lifetime,
Deal worth having,
Having by your side,
Having to hold.
Hold on dearly.
Hold on loosely, though.
Though they’re worth everything,
Though they be a treasure,
Treasure their autonomy.
Treasure their independence—
Independence from solitude,
Independence from the home,
Home where the heart still is,
Home where their money goes,
Goes to support the family,
Goes to those whom they love—
Love more than affection,
Love more than words.
Words can’t hold them back.
Words shouldn’t hold them back,
Back from living free,
Back from their dreams—
Dreams inspired by those before them,
Dreams of greatness,
Greatness that isn’t men’s alone,
Greatness and notoriety,
Notoriety for talent,
Notoriety for wisdom—
Wisdom that this world solely misses,
Wisdom that we all need,
Need in our lives,
Need for our collective piece of mind,
Mind worth not wasting,
Mind worth preserving—
Preserving like women’s love,
Preserving with all our heart and souls,
Souls of lovers,
Souls of fighters,
Fighters for family,
Fighters for their place,
Place amongst humanity,
Place in the world,
World most unforgiving,
World of competition—
Competition between the strong,
Competition between men and women…


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Poem of the Week: Fake = Ugly. What D’You Say?

Fake = Ugly. What D’You Say?
May 4, 2015

Real women are beautiful all in their own way.
Their beauty’s genuine, no matter what you say.

All you fake women out there, though, make my skin crawl
With how you hide your true nature with what you say,

Do, and wear in given situations for this
Or that excuse. You make me sick, and what you say

To defend your style, words, or mannerisms is
Naught but hot air to me, no matter what you say.

I’ve been ‘round long enough to know fakeness when I
See it, which you can’t hide, no matter what you say,

And I know when one’s putting on an act of sorts
Which some folks just can’t hide, and whatever you say

Will never be enough to hide the truth from folks
Who’ve learned to see through crap, no matter what you say,

So lose the tacky duds, dyed hair, excess makeup,
And all your bogus mannerisms—what you say

And do to fail to fool the public, and simply
Accept yourselves for who you are, for what you say,

Do, and wear to mask your true natures only holds
You back from accepting your true self. What d’you say,

Then? Care to shed your superficiality
In the name of authentic beauty? What d’you say?

Care to be genuine and openly loved, or
Forever be an ugly phony? What d’you say?


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Poem of the Week: Superficiality

April 25, 2015

Superficiality stinks.
Superficiality sucks—
Sucks out the heart,
Sucks out the soul.
Soul like a vampire,
Soul of lust—
Lust for the physical,
Lust for the surface.
Surface most visible,
Surface of the skin,
Skin so thin,
Thin and flimsy,
Thin and hollow,
Hollow like birds’ bones,
Hollow and dry,
Dry of blood,
Dry of character.
Character makes men.
Character makes women.
Women are especially susceptible.
Women are especially chained—
Chained by trends,
Chained by body shape and fashion—
Fashion slaves,
Fashion not their own.
Own yourself.
Own your own style.
Style your own wardrobe.
Style your own hair and face.
Face yourself in the mirror.
Face the glory of independence—
Independence from subjugation,
Independence from judgment,
Judgment of appearance,
Judgment of character unseen—
Unseen by strangers
Unseen by those who don’t care,
Care about the truth,
Care about you as a person,
Person of interest,
Person worth knowing,
Knowing yourself,
Knowing what you’re worth—
Worth to the world,
Worth to others,
Others who love you,
Other who know you matter.


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Poem of the Week: A Poem for Miss Strong

A Poem for Miss Strong
March 17, 2015

Built like a box, strong as an ox, knows how to work with his hands,
Tough as rocks from his dome to his socks—such describes the “typical” man.
We men take pride in our ruggedness, might, and reliability,
Which is our excuse why we get our nerves wracked by strong women, you see.
When we cross an independent gal, our minds admittedly snap.
We’re so used to damsels in distress that the notion we find hard to wrap
Our fragile minds around, which thus leads to us questioning
Our own security, masculinity, and, in short, sense of being.
We thus get our dander up and try to be better than these ladies,
Only to fail and fail again and curl up crying like babies.
Folks call that idiotic and painfully insecure,
Saying we should be thankful for such gals, so self-reliant yet demure.
After all, they help the world as we know it go ‘round
From the skyscrapers of Tokyo westward to Sitka Sound,
For don’t you think things would be dull if it were only men
Running everything nowadays just like way back when—
If men owned all the businesses and held each office of power
With women as their secretaries making just eight bucks an hour
Or staying at home tending to their kids and doing chores all day?
Honestly, with the way this world works, would that fly today,
Considering just how fast-paced and driven this world has been
In recent decades, day by day, leading up to the shape it’s now in?
Where’s the practicality in that, I ask, pray tell?
How will that model guarantee this world doesn’t go to Hell,
Especially with stress and other crap claiming life after life—
Not only of women, but men as well? What about all that strife?
Besides, with Earth’s population large as it is overall,
Even on just a national scale, wouldn’t you think, should mankind fall,
That womankind would step up and help regain control
Rather than cower in the corner and slink out the door,
Allowing what’s left of society to crumble into dust?
Wouldn’t that be a slap in the face, even to men like us?
Don’t you think we deserve women who compliment our lot
Rather than the same old caretakers, assistants and sexpots,
All forged in the same factory, no ambitions of their own,
All assembled on the same conveyor belt, mere mindless drones?
Such isn’t the kind of woman who personally stirs my soul.
Rather, ‘tis she who’s not afraid to buckle up and take control
When the going gets rough and things get tough and require guts and skill.
That’s the kind of woman who gives my hardened heart a thrill—
The kind who doesn’t need a man, but deserves one anyway
And might even take a liking to one like me one day…
Or at least I can hope, depending on how I can stay
Secure in my own humility, should Miss Strong come my way,
For yes, we men need to be needed. That I won’t deny,
But I’ll be damned if I let an independent gal pass me by
All ‘cause I wreak of petty insecurities like many others.
I want equality ‘tween the sexes. Forget the damsels, brother!
As for all you Miss Strongs out there, please forgive my fellow man
For acting all jealous of you simply because you can
Do so much without their help. It’s all just intimidation—
Nothing personal against you. They’re just fearful of their station,
And should you each want and find a man to share life with, hey—
There are plenty of us who respect your lot. Feel free to come our way.


Author Pages: Smashwords.com