Poem of the Week: Politics in 2010s Storytelling Media

Politics in 2010s Storytelling Media
May 27, 2018

Politics in media…what a joke!
All I want is to see a good story,
Yet the tale at hand just goes up in smoke
When agendas suck up all the glory
Like sponges do water, leaving things dry
Like a stinking desert in summertime.
Even if I agree with what is cried,
Such a message still perpetrates a crime
When it kills a tale’s momentum tenfold
To force-feed us an ideology
That the creator just happens to hold,
No dif if it gels with what else we see.
Tell stories or preach. Pick one and commit,
For I for one have had enough of it


Author Pages: Smashwords.com


Poem of the Week: Twitter Blitz Poem 2018

This illustration pretty much sums it up, folks.

Happy Labor Day, readers!

The following composition is hereby dedicated to anyone who has ever had an account on Twitter, yet has fallen so out of love with the website and its rules, regulations, and practices that he or she came to shut his or her account down and never look back. I hope you all enjoy it, and if any of you out there are interested in reading about my own experiences with the website, feel free to ask about it. Until then, thanks for reading!

Dustin M. Weber


Twitter Blitz Poem
August 30, 2018

I’m finished.
I’m done.
Done with the façade
Done with the nonsense
Nonsense with “social” media
Nonsense on the Web
Web of lies
Web of hogwash
Hogwash about acceptance
Hogwash about attention
Attention for how long?
Attention for what?
What was I doing?
What was I thinking?
Thinking at 280 characters per post,
Thinking out loud
Loud into a void
Loud towards a crowd of thousands
Thousands, if not millions
Thousands of new users per day
Day after day, the same routine
Day after day of spam
Spam from desperate merchants
Spam from self-important schmucks
Schmucks who don’t care about you
Schmucks with big mouths and small minds
Minds for only themselves
Minds only for their subscriber base
Base yourself on garnering attention
Base yourself on disappointment
Disappointment with stunted creative freedom
Disappointment with the sub-for-sub game
Game where virtue loses
Game? More like rat race
Race to a fruitless finish line
Race that isn’t fun
Fun for trolls to be had, though
Fun for any who love causing drama
Drama aplenty
Drama over the stupidest crap
Crap for using the wrong word
Crap for having the “wrong” point of view
View for the entire world
View for all to ridicule
Ridicule is what I have
Ridicule for this system
System that I’ve thus left (hopefully) for good
System that deserves riddance


Author Pages: Smashwords.com


Images used in this post courtesy of TheCornerstoneForTeachers.com and FunnyJunk.com. The remainder of the content within this post, however, is the author’s own.

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.


Author Pages: Smashwords.com
Twitter: @DustinMWeber18

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

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


Author Pages: Smashwords.com
Twitter: @DustinMWeber18


Image used in this post (c) 2011 MBird.com. The remainder of the content within this post, however, is the author’s own.

Poem of the Week: Lottery Ghazal

Lottery Ghazal
July 2, 2018

Should you ever win lottery money one day,
Be wise with said cash, lest you one day have to pay.

Stash part of it away in a savings account.
Then, when the day arrives in which you have to pay

For common living expenses, guess what you’ll have:
A stone cold cash stash for those bills you have to pay.

Then, you keep on working, earning more ‘long the way,
For who knows if you’ll attain larger bills to pay—

Especially when you invest in something big
To help the world move forth with all it has to pay

For humanity’s many needs, frail as we are,
As well as for the ills for which we’ll have to pay

Like sexual perversion and our boundless greed
For all Earth’s treasures for which we don’t have to pay?

Alas, many cave in to these sins I speak of,
Only to suffer and, in the end, have to pay.

Strangers’ bodies’ pleasures, no matter where they’ve lied,
Bringing sickness for which customers have to pay;

Foreign chemicals taken for recreation,
Bearing dependency for which one has to pay;

Investments in worthless (sometimes bogus) ventures
That bring nothing but shame for which one has to pay—

All of which are dangers lottery winners face
When they’re not careful with the cash they have to pay

On that which they fancy, which they couldn’t before,
So please, folks, hear my cry ‘fore you, too, have to pay:

Should you win a lotto, save your hard-earned money
And invest it wisely so you don’t have to pay

The price that unexpected fortune often brings
Those who abuse it, thus making them have to pay.

Otherwise, you’ll end up just like them one sad day,
And your hard-won cash you’ll end up having to pay,

Bringing you back to square one or perhaps worse off,
And that’s the kind of price no one should have to pay.


Author Pages: Smashwords.com
Twitter: @DustinMWeber18

Poem of the Week: Savagery

typed December 12, 2001 (date composed unknown; 1999-2000)

We humans are such self-righteous beings, boasting that we’re so hot
While all the while insisting that other creatures, in turn, are not,
But really, who’s to say that all the goblins, centaurs, and trolls
Are utterly uncivilized monsters? Who dares to say that those
Of a species more akin to Nature—“savages,” one might say—
Are so inferior to our ilk in every single way?
Have such fools ever taken the time out of their meaningless lives
To truly examine these other breeds and see that all the jive
That our insolent race has claimed of such folk is total trash
Said by us merely to keep our fragile egos from being smashed
By the truth concerning our supposedly “civilized” breed in this world
That proves that intelligent beings everywhere—women, men, boys, and girls—
Were made to suit the purpose of God, however He set it so?
I must confess to you, my kin, that the answer here is no.
I tell you this, however, that no matter who we are,
No matter if we trust our fate in computers or in the stars,
That if we look upon fellow beings with such blind disgust
For any difference they may have in relation to us,
We’d in turn make a poor example of ourselves as well, you see,
For if these other races are savages, then, indeed, so are we.


Author Pages: Smashwords.com

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.


Author Pages: Smashwords.com