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.
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.
I thought I was finished. I thought that I was done,
But alas…it’s back to the drawing board for me,
For with this one project of mine, I’d jumped the gun,
As it’s still not the best of its kind it can be.
The plot’s all sloppy and all over the dang place;
The characters are blander than cold, stale gruel;
And even my grammar’s trash. Oh, what a disgrace!
How could I be so dang negligent and cruel?
Usually I know better than to leave things
In such a tasteless, amateurish disarray,
But lately, my day job ‘s call relentlessly sings,
And my dream’s been slipping further and more away.
Oh, well…’nough complaining! Time to get back to work
And make up for being such an unmindful jerk.
Carols already on the radio,
Trees already strung up with twinkling lights…
Vet’rans Day was just yesterday, but lo
And behold, the season’s come overnight.
Don’t get me wrong, either. Christmastime rocks!
‘Tis a time worth spending with those you love,
But then, so’s Thanksgiving time, and it shocks
Me to know that from somewhere high above,
Someone decided to skip Thanksgiving
So that Christmastime early can descend.
Heaven forbid one day we spend living
‘Fore another day to come ‘round the bend!
Alas, can’t we live one day at a time
To savor each season oh so sublime?
Watching Internet vids to earn money,
Cataloguing ev’ry minor detail.
Sadly, the host’s not the least bit funny,
And personality-wise, he’s a fail.
Campy scenes that go by in an eye’s blink
From which the players gather their info…
The base idea itself doesn’t stink,
But the vids themselves kinda bore me so,
Featuring the same schlocky YouTube flair
I’ve seen so often it makes my head spin.
I’m thus not sure whether or not to care
‘Bout what value this show may have within.
Guess I’ll have to give it one more fair shot
To see if I like this program or not.
Letting go of the past can be quite tough
When the memories won’t leave you alone,
For the road of life oftentimes is rough
With events that cut you straight to the bone—
People who’ve hurt you for no fair reason,
Happenings you’ve tried to leave behind you…
Yet no matter the day, year, or season,
It comes back to haunt you out of the blue,
Making you wish you could go back in time
To fix whatever wrong you may have done.
Alas, that’s not how time works, friend of mine,
For the direction it goes is but one.
Thus, there’s only one thing that you can do:
Screw your heels in and let grit see you through.
Childish, foul-mouthed twerps bitching and moaning
‘Bout their fave networks going to the dogs;
Nagging malcontents whining and groaning,
Saying all films “suck”…self-entitled hogs;
Pompous nerds screaming ‘bout which characters
Are “killing” their favorite franchises;
Thin-skinned brats acting oh so immature
Likening their peers to groups like ISIS;
Conspiracy nuts shrieking lies so dumb
To make themselves feel better and us ill;
Lonely, bored trolls whose small minds are so numb
They feel the need to smear us with their swill…
All a sample of the hot trash in store
That can make surfing YouTube quite a chore.
Sonnet of the Commonplace Aspiring Writer upon the Arrival of a New Year January 5, 2016
New year, new problems. That’s the way it goes—
At least for people in my shoes, that is,
For here I am, my heart still filed with woe,
Wishing to make an impact on the biz.
So many others—some worthy, some not—
Having taken their turn in the spotlight
While folks like me still struggle, left to rot
‘Til Lady luck comes ‘round to make things right
And gives us the fortune denied by those
Who’ve fallen under the mainstream’s radar,
Never to know fame, but that’s how it goes.
Hopefully, though, I’ll luck out and go far,
And when I do, I’ll shout, “It’s about time!”
As I leave this part of my life behind.
Just because you’re “edgy” doesn’t mean you’re funny.
In fact, “edgy” humor often drives me away.
Being loud, rude, and crude won’t earn you my money
Or even my attention any night or day.
Still, R-rated schlock still reels in the dough these days,
Which makes me wonder ‘bout just what’s wrong with the world
When foul language and toilet humor are mainstays
And innuendo strikes the ears of boys and girls
On a regular basis, much to their delight,
As well as creeps joking ‘bout death and tragedy.
Surely, there must be some way we can make things right
And fight back before such crass immaturity
Dumbs our nation down more than it has already.
Let’s at least try to hold out ill culture steady.
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?