Poem of the Week: Gimme, Gimme, Gimme

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme
August 7, 2018

“Gimme, gimme, gimme”…that’s what we’re now about,
No matter what we want in our hands, in our mouths,
Over our heads, on our backs—it’s all the bloody same.
We’re all living nowadays for instant personal gain.
Forget the good ol’ days where folks worked hard to earn
Whatever it was they wanted, no matter how slow the burn.
We’re all demanding handouts, no matter from whence they come,
Our palms up and open for them like we’re all just lazy bums
Who’re down on our luck and in need of bucks just to get by,
Wishing for all we catch out of the corners of our eyes.
So many is the prize, though, that’s garnered instantly
That doesn’t live up to one’s hopes, for as one can see
The caveat such prizes have once they come in hand:
The fact that they’re not worth it after all in any land
On account of barely lasting or being of poor quality—
Often both, and yet, no matter what we say, hear, see,
Or do, more people these days are rushing to claim
These prizes, no matter if they promise one fortune or fame.
How can we stop this madness? How can we turn the tide?
Is there anything we can do to see that this trend subsides,
Or will it last for ages to come ‘til humankind dies?
‘Cause I certainly dread the thought of becoming such a guy.
Let me lead, then, by example and earn that which I want
So that after all is said and done, I’ll have the right to flaunt
My success for all to see, which will no doubt last a while,
And if by chance I start a trend I’ll surely learn to smile
At the thought of the old ways of success coming back
And all this “Gimme, gimme” trash can finally hit the sack.

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Poem of the Week: What Comes to Mind when I Think of American Politics

What Comes to Mind when I Think of American Politics
August 4, 2018

Politics
Liberals, Conservatives
Bickering, blaming, badgering…
Enough with the madness!
Reviling, revolting, rending
America asunder…
Stop!

*****

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Poem of the Week: Rambling Poem about Originality Allegedly Being Dead

Rambling Poem about Originality Allegedly Being Dead
July 26, 2018

Is originality really dead, or did we just stop trying?
‘Cause it always seems there’s a reboot or another that leaves folks crying,
And even the new stuff that comes out we’ve somehow seen before,
And even the adaptations of other media has naught in store
When it comes to telling stories to audiences young and old,
Thus leaving us deliberately telling others what we’ve been told
When we were young, which in turn robs them of their identity
In that they’ve nothing to call their own while folks like you and me
Can reminisce o’er the “good ol’ days,” even when they weren’t that great.
Then again, at least we have something over which we can debate
While the youngsters are left to gush o’er that which they’re told is “new”
‘Til the day comes when they realize that the product doesn’t hold true
And the flaws at last become apparent in their grown-up sight,
Especially when compared to the original source day or night—
Namely the lack of spirit that the original once had
That gave it the spark it needed to thrive through times good and bad,
And if only said spirit can live on in what we create today,
We wouldn’t be sitting ‘round grumbling and mumbling all blessed day
‘Bout the past we knew and the tales we shared back before life turned bleak—
All the more reason for me to believe that maybe that which we seek
Is simple creative spirit—nothing more and nothing less
Than pure mental energy guided by the will to put out the best
Material one possibly can, whether it tells what we’ve been told
Or something new we haven’t seen yet that’s actually fresh and bold.
In short, maybe what we need to do is just start up from the ground
And write our stories organically in hopes that they look and sound
Remarkable enough to stand the test of time just like
The tales of yore we knew and loved when they first came down the pike.
After all, just how do you think such tales came to be
To entertain and educate the likes of you and me?
Maybe we should all take the hint, then, and try to start anew
In the hopes of forging that which we’ve been seeking: something new,
Even if it somehow happens to be old at the same time.
Either way, so long as the quality of the tale proves sublime
And every set piece works, that’s enough to make me smile
And satisfy my imagination at least for a little while.
Perhaps, then, something original will indeed one day come at last
And save us from this hole we’ve dug ourselves in, daughters and sons,
For only in learning from our past will our future be bright.
At any rate, ladies and gents, we can’t afford to give up this fight.

*****

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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 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: A Writer’s Mother’s Day Thanks

A Writer’s Mother’s Day Thanks
May 11, 2018

For suff’ring me when I was at my worst,
For guiding me when I had lost my way,
Of all those I’d faith in, you were the first
To help me make the most of a bad day.
For teaching me right from wrong at all costs
And kicking my butt when I needed it,
Yet no matter how much you were the boss,
You still took care of me as you saw fit.
You showed me how to craft my moral code,
Which guides me even through my darkest days,
And thanks to that, my dreams shall soon explode
To benefit us all somehow, some way.
Thank you, Mom, for everything you have done.
I promise you that my war shall be won.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Hollywood Bankrupt

Hollywood Bankrupt
May 4, 2018

Intellectual bankruptcy
Intellectual failure
Failure to create
Failure to produce
Produce entertainment
Produce stories
Stories to inspire
Stories to last
Last a lifetime
Last for generations
Generations who grow up fans
Generations who share memories
Memories with friends
Memories with kids
Kids who become fans themselves
Kids nowadays are denied that luxury
Luxury of good storytelling
Luxury of legendary characters
Characters who resonate
Characters who inspire
Inspire audiences to become great
Inspire audiences to do great
Great things await great people
Great people produce great things
Things at least used to be that way
Things nowadays are lazy and cheap
Cheap promotion
Cheap cash grabs
Grabs for nostalgia
Grabs for special interest approval
Approval from those seeking validation
Approval lost from genuine supporters
Supporters who used to pay eagerly
Supporters who now pay dearly
Dearly no thanks to hollowness
Dearly no thanks to emptiness
Emptiness before their eyes
Emptiness in their hearts
Hearts that no longer beat
Hearts that have grown cold
Cold with glory now gone
Cold, sterile, and bitter
Bitter tempers
Bitter time
Time to stop this lunacy
Time to purge this toxic behavior
Behavior in Hollywood
Behavior of the bankrupt
Hollywood
Bankrupt

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Poem of the Week: Spring 2018 in the Midwest

Spring 2018 in the Midwest
April 27, 2018

Spring
Finally here
Thawing, melting, reawakening
About time, Mother Nature!
Shining, sprouting, singing
Green season
Yes!

*****

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Poem of the Week: Nap Attacks

Nap Attacks
April 14, 2018

I’m trying to get things done ‘round here,
But sleeping’s always taking me down.
I try to stay awake,
But things just don’t take,
And progresswise, I gain no ground.

Too often do I end up lying down
To catch some Z’s, only to awake
After an hour
Once I reach full power.
Honestly, how much more can I take?

Maybe it’s this project over which I’ve been a flake,
Having worked on it for hours,
Or perhaps it’s the fear
Of that “Best of luck, dear”
That’s been draining me of all my power.

Either way, my dream shan’t bloom like a flower
With this habit I’ve been dealing with here..
It’s time to stand my ground
‘Fore my skills break down
And in the wrong direction I steer.

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Poem of the Week: X vs. Y in the 2010s (and Where I Hope It Leads into the 2020s)

X vs. Y in the 2010s (and Where I Hope It Leads into the 2020s)
March 19, 2018

You damn dirty Millennials! You’re ruining everything.
You’re hogging the limelight meant to show us doing our thing.
You and your stupid selfies clogging up the Internet,
And everything these days is so catered to you, it makes me sweat.
Isn’t it enough that the Baby Boomers fed you trophies and toys,
Even when you didn’t earn them while all the girls and boys
Of my generation busted our asses for nothing in return
And now must clean up the Boomers’ mess as they leave this world to burn?
You’re not even helping us, either, with this mantle we’ve taken up.
You’re just sitting there fiddling with your goofy gadgets, pups,
Flipping your fecal matter on your blogs on Deviant Art
Over the pettiest of things as though you’re falling apart
At the seems like scarecrows who’ve been torn to pieces by crows.
When you’ll stop such childish melodrama, only Heaven knows,
For you’ve been oversensitive since day one of your ascent
Like the special snowflakes you all are—like wire, so easily bent.
Only Heaven knows, too, just how many of your own kind
Have taken to blogs and YouTube to rag on the terms you grind
Out like “hater,” “YOLO,” “butthurt,” “triggered”—I could go on,
But I think you get my point, basement dwellers, so buzz off and so long.
Enjoy your safe spaces, your job-hopping, your short attention spans,
And your reputation as the worst generation in all the land.

Get over yourself, you Gen-X jerk—you embittered, middle-aged creep!
You claim we’re self-entitled and that it’s justice you seek
For us “stealing” the limelight you could’ve had, had you screwed your heels in
And dealt with your own problems like the grownups you should’ve been?
We never asked for “millennial pink” or all the petty shots
We’ve taken from you and the Boomers both while dealing with what we’ve got
Like student loans and fruitless career paths towards high-paying fields.
We’ve planted more seeds for success than you know that have yet to yield,
Yet you, flippant cowards you are, see the scumbags ‘mongst our kind
And act like they represent us all and conclude in your lazy minds
That we’re all in need of burial for their misdeeds. Uh, yeah…no.
Besides, Gen-X isn’t perfect, as you ignorantly prove so
With your tired, run-of-the-mill arguments that you still use constantly
From behind the safety of your keyboards with bitter jealousy
At all the attention we’re getting, positive and negative alike,
While the Boomers laugh at you living up to your long-spun stereotype:
Unambitious and whiny in the face of a daunting world,
Unable to cope with change like us “spoiled” “little boys and girls”
While your fellow Gen-Xers have let go of the angst you still bear
Like insecure children in the face of a world that no longer cares
To listen to the same old song you’ve sung since 199x.
Serves you right for not paying full attention to “Generation Next.”
It’s not our fault you’ve allowed your own potential to rot and rust,
So knock of the pseudo-badass schtick. You’re not impressing us.
In fact, you’re just embarrassing yourself with your childish act.
Grow up yourself and go away, and please never come back.

No way! You’ve taken everything from us, and now I’m here
To take it back on my gen’s behalf so that we can have some cheer.
If by “everything” you mean your tacky humor, you can have it,
But as for our war against bigotry, we’ll fight it as we see fit.
How? Via “social justice” like what you’ve been spewing out as of late?
No. By rising above your example and not spreading hate.
Please! You’re just as bad as we are when it comes to showing class.
Cut out the sanctimony, then, and blow it out your ass.
We could say the same to you with your fix on media past.
Stop rebooting that which we’ve seen already and give us new stuff that’ll last.
Otherwise, we’ll take over and do the job ourselves in that respect
Just like we’ve been trying to do with bullying—Which you haven’t fixed yet,
Not that you’ll ever fix it, though, for kids will always be mean.
Baby our kids if you must, but you’ll never change how things have been.
Well, not at the rate things are going, what with you being the brats you are,
But surely even you’ve seen how bullying’s escalated since the scar
Of a certain school shooting from ’99 that’s been immortalized.
How much further must things escalate? How many more kids must die
‘Til we realize how bad bullying’s become over the course of all these years?
It’s not just name-calling anymore. We’re talking full violence here…
But no—we’re just melodramatic, right? Self-entitled, too, to boot?
Just wrapped up in ourselves alone and all our precious loot?
Again, that’s only the degenerates amongst us you hear and see,
And should you ever step back to see the bigger picture, you’d surely see
That the more amongst us have been working towards the greater good,
Be it for the sake of the whole world or just our own neighborhoods.
Besides, if you further took the time to cast a look our way,
You’d see that we’re more like you than you’d care to admit in any way.
We’re trying to carve our own path in this oh-so-messy array
And are working just as hard as you to see to a brighter day.
The problem is it’s not always easy, especially with your kind
Constantly ragging on us for our faults when we’re trying to leave behind
The days when we were immature just as you were in your day,
So either kindly help us help the world move on, or stay out of our way.




Okay, look, if you’re being honest ‘bout helping the world move on,
I’ll consider working together with you to fix all that’s wrong.
I’ll even coax my fellow Xers to come and lend us a hand.
It’s just that I’m sick and tired of living in such a messed-up land.
All the violence, disease, and corruption ‘round us—will it ever stop?
Not if we keep bickering like we’ve been with each other, pops,
‘Cause every generation has its winners and its losers as well,
And while we all want the losers to buzz off and go to Hell,
We can’t always be so quick to damn the winners to Hell with them,
For sweeping generalizations weren’t worth even a damn back when
The Boomers were calling you lazy, self-absorbed, and bitter brats,
Nor when the Silent Generation was calling them indolent ass-hats.
I could go on, but you get the point ‘bout this cycle that needs to end.
Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Well…in that case, put ‘er there, friend.
We’ve got more in common than I’d thought and ought to work together,
And if either of our generations hopes to survive the nasty weather
That’s messed up this nation since the new century happened to be,
Then let’s both set aside our differences in the face of adversity.
I just hope we can clean up this mess before it’s too late.
Hey, even if we can’t, your support is something I appreciate.
In the meantime, let’s put our noses to the grindstone and prove
That our combined efforts are a force that’ll help this country move
In the right direction, come Hell or high water, for only teamwork can see
America return to its former glory for you, the next gen, and me.

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