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
Grow
Up

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Poem of the Week: Sick of the Bickering

Sick of the Bickering
June 6, 2017

Sick of the bickering, sick of the hating,
Sick of the insults we’ve all been trading,
Sick of the radicals pointing fingers
At each other and feeding that which lingers,
Sick of the drama and emotional sting
Upon which we’re all fixed over the slightest thing,
Sick of that which we but start to address,
Yet fail to solve day in, day out without rest,
Sick of double standards and self-servitude,
Sick of people being patronizing and rude,
Sick of name-calling and accusations,
Sick of twisted truths sweeping ‘cross the nation,
Sick of each lie and excuse I read and hear,
Sick of the blind hatred and unjustified fear,
Sick of the agendas tainting everyone’s mind,
Sick of insulting labels slapped on everyone’s behind,
Sick of thin-skinned brats fighting fire with fire
With the slightest misspoke word stoking folks’ ire,
Sick of the followers of a given cause
Getting their backs ‘gainst a wall, not stopping to pause
And think about their mission and what makes it great
As well as those who plague it with their hate,
Which they use to bash outsiders, their chosen enemies,
When they’ve obstacles already to pass with little ease.
Sick of propaganda being shoved in my face
And folks without my code calling me a disgrace
For keeping my own counsel and following my own rules
And not suffering those who take me for a fool
And talking down to me like I don’t know better
When my sensibilities have helped me weather
More crap than they could even start to understand
In this bitter, paranoid powder keg of a land.
Never will they get it ‘cause they’re too blind
To see how I keep from falling behind.
Outside looking in, I’ve got the edge,
Ears wide open as I peek over the hedge
And see for myself what the hell’s going on
And tune in to the ever-nauseating song
We’ve been hearing for years, if not, in fact, decades
While society all around us further degrades
Into something even more tragic than before,
And it’s gotten to where we clearly can handle no more.
When will we grow up? When will we move on?
When will we sing something other than the same song
We’ve all been singing for clearly way too long?
When will we realize we’ve been doing it wrong?
When will we at last learn that disdain’s not the way
We need to follow if we’re to bring in a better day?
Something’s got to change. Something’s got to give
‘Cause I’m sick of how things are now. They’re no way to live.
It’s time to wake up, people, if we ever hope
To reach even the base of Xanadu’s mighty slopes,
Much less their pinnacles, where we long should’ve been,
So let’s stop it with these feuds we’ve been in
And learn to work together before it’s too late.
Let go of your anger, rise above your hate,
And let’s learn to cooperate so that we
Can ensure a brighter future for you and me.
No more lashing out, bickering, or hating,
No more of the insults we’ve been trading,
Or any of the other crap that’s made me sick.
I’m sure you all, too, have had enough of it.

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Poem of the Week: No Excuse for Bigotry

No Excuse for Bigotry
November 2, 2016

There’s no excuse for bigotry these days.
Hate never gets anyone anywhere.
Grow up, then, and change your ignorant ways.

For far too long, fear’s seen the light of day,
Pitting us ‘gainst each other everywhere.
There’s no excuse for bigotry these days.

Race, sex, age, and more have all become ways
In which we’ve been divided here and there.
Grow up, then, and change your ignorant ways.

Where have such divisions led us these days?
At each other’s throats, strangling ‘way sans care.
There’s no excuse for bigotry these days.

Living in fear of each other in ways
I thought we’d overcome years back somewhere.
Grow up, then, and change your ignorant ways.

This world’s long been fragged in too many ways.
Can’t we work together to get somewhere?
There’s no excuse for bigotry these days.
Grow up, then, and change your ignorant ways.

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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

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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.”

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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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Poem of the Week: Hate Hurts

Hate Hurts
March 12, 2015

Hate hurts.
Hate kills—
Kills hearts,
Kills souls,
Souls to ash,
Souls to stone,
Stone dead,
Stone dumb.
Dumb it is to hate.
Dumb it is to hurt—
Hurt others,
Hurt oneself,
Oneself when one needs healing,
Oneself when one needs love,
Love from others,
Love for others,
Others who can help,
Others who can heal,
Heal the soul,
Heal the heart,
Heart long shattered,
Heart dried and dying—
Dying for affection,
Dying for tenderness
Tenderness never received
Tenderness never felt
Felt for others
Felt for what one holds close
Close to one’s soul,
Close to one’s spirit
Spirit once crippled,
Spirit that can rise again
Again know prosperity,
Again know peace
Peace and tranquility
Peace after so much turmoil
Turmoil in the mind,
Turmoil that yet lingers,
Lingers to be vanquished,
Lingers, but not for long.
Long live love.
Long live hope,
Hope for resurrection,
Hope for moving forward,
Forward into a new life,
Forward to a new day,
Day of acceptance
Day of love.
Acceptance.
Love.

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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.

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Poem of the Week: Women’s Wrestling Ultimatum

Hello, readers!

Over the course of 2012, I have written a number of articles and poems regarding my feelings towards women’s professional wrestling, including how it has declined since “back in the day.” Sadly, even in 2014, things haven’t improved by much. Granted, the WWE Divas Division seems to be slowly but surely improving as of late, but with so many WWE fans (and wrestling fans in general) voicing their disenchantment with Total Divas on E! and with the company’s focus on building more angles on that show rather than on their primary programming, there’s obviously still plenty of room for improvement. There have also been grumblings about how TNA’s Knockouts Division has degenerated into a shell of its former self by becoming more or less everything that it has fought against (i.e., the second coming of the WWE Divas Division 2004-2008) when it’d first started, and I’m sure that many people are hoping that Global Force Wrestling’s women’s division—assuming, of course, that said promotion hits the ground running as planned later this year or early next year—doesn’t end up being just another glorified burlesque Las Vegas sideshow. Needless to say, then, I’ve written the following poem as a means of venting my own grievances about women’s wrestling today and voicing my own concern for its survival in the near future. After all, good women’s wrestling shouldn’t be reserved solely for the independent circuit (i.e., Shimmer, Shine, Women Superstars Uncensored, etc.).

Therefore, without further ado, here’s Women’s Wrestling Ultimatum. Enjoy!

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Women’s Wrestling Ultimatum
May 16, 2014

I’m sick of bras and panties. I’m sick of evening gowns.
Why the hell is all this über-girly crap still around?
I’m sick of bikini-clad bimbos prancing ‘round the place.
It makes women wrestlers look like fools, and it’s such a sad disgrace.
I’m sick of the tacky costumes and girls with empty gimmicks
‘Bout as much as girls who are boring, interchangeable, and generic.
I’m sick of all the catfights, the pillow fights, and the slappin’,
And it’s 2014, for crying out loud! How can all this crap still happen?
What happened to the progress we’ve made over the years?
Haven’t the fans of women’s wrestling made it loud and clear?
Haven’t we complained enough time after time after time
‘Bout the changes that must be made and all that must be left behind?
We’re sick of all the sexism—this petty misogyny
That’s been paraded before our eyes for all the critics to see.
We’re sick of all the promoters who treat their women like trash.
We’re sick of taking schlock and smut straight up our collective ass.
Where are the competitive matches, each ten-plus minutes long?
Where’s all the heavy-hitting that strikes wrestling fans like gongs?
Where are all the crazy high-lying spots that make fans drop their jaws
And the impressively fluid chain wrestling that leaves fans in awe?
Why can’t women be booked in a fashion like that of men?
Why make them a side attraction like they were way back when?
Just ‘cause some women can’t wrestle doesn’t make them all a joke,
So why put handcuffs on them? Just let them go for broke.
Why hold them back? For fear that they might upset the boys?
Why not let them prove that they’re more than eye candy and toys?
If the men can’t outdo them in the ring, they’ve only themselves to blame?
So cut the crap already and let the women partake in the game.
It’s not the 1950s anymore, so screw the domestic scene
And let the girls play with the boys, and let them live their dreams.
Leave your bigotry in the past where it belongs and give girls a chance
To prove their mettle on the mat and join the boys in the dance.

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Well, that should do it for this week. Thank you all for reading, and by all means, if you’re as worried about women’s professional wrestling as I am, feel free to leave your feedback in the comments section below. Also, in the rare instance that any of you reading this happen to run your own wrestling promotion, no mater how major or minor your promotion just happens to be, remember this one thing: Either treat the women on your roster well and present them like the serious competitors they deserve to be seen as, or don’t have women’s wrestling at all!

Aside from that, folks, don’t be afraid to check out 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!

Don't make any arguments, dammit. Just DO IT!

Don’t make any arguments, dammit. Just DO IT!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

PS: All credit for the photographs used in this blog entry go to the following sources:

Venus of World Wrestling Professionals: WWP.co.za

Support Women’s Wrestling logo: BarberShopWindow.com

All opinions expressed in this article, however, are my own.

Bonus Poem of the Week: To Hell with Bigotry

To Hell with Bigotry
May 2, 2014

What is there to love about bigotry?
What’s the point in hating anyone who
Happens to be diff’rent from you and me?
I can’t make sense of that at all. Can you?
Scoffing at someone’s personal beliefs
Or one’s sex or the color of one’s skin
Just sounds insane and makes me scream “Good grief!”
For how can humanity hope to win
This struggle we’ve been through for so long now?
When will we all wake up and realize
That vilifying one another’s how
Modern civilization just might die?
Eternal, blind disdain is not for me.
As such, I say to Hell with bigotry.

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