Poem of the Week: Daylight Saving Time

Daylight Saving Time
November 4, 2017

Annual rewind
Falling, stalling, saving
Another hour for tomorrow
Resting, rejuvenating, recovering
Long day


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Poem of the Week: Autumn’s Here!

Autumn’s Here!
September 9, 2017

Sound the bells, my friend.
Summer’s come to an end.
Autumn’s here,
And time is near
To see what’s ‘round the bend.

A new year of school’s begun
For learners both old and young.
So much they’ve to learn.
Hopefully, they shan’t burn
Out ‘fore the school year’s done.

A new season’s begun for TV
With so many programs to see
With brand new seasons
For this or that reason
As well as shows yet to be.

So many new sights to see, too,
At festivals and markets near you
That not summer nor spring
Could hope to bring,
But when Autumn falls…sacrebleu!

Pumpkins, gourds, squashes…oh, my!
So many treats for the eye
In addition to leaves
Drifting down as they please,
Lest the wind blows them ‘cross the sky.

Let’s not forget, either, the food
To put our taste buds in the mood:
Apples, cinnamon, spice,
Carmel corn—it’s all nice,
For as I eat it, how can I brood?

Thing is, too, in a matter of weeks,
The one day meant for spirits and freaks
And monsters of all kinds
Is bound to unwind
As Halloween time once more peeks

‘Round the bend to greet us with a “Boo!”
And sends us searching for new
Costumes to wear
And treats to bear
To make youngsters go “Ah!” and “Ooh!”

A month or so later, Thanksgiving:
A true celebration of living—
Parades, football, feasts,
And not to say the least,
Family there to share in the giving.

So many are autumn’s joys
For all men, women, girls, and boys,
Should they but slow down
And travel ‘round town
To drink them all in and enjoy.

Alas, though, so wrapped up are most
Folks who claim to not boast
Any time to partake
In these things in the wake
Of the season ‘fore it becomes a ghost.

It really is a shame,
For according to the season’s game,
Autumn comes once a year
For but three months, dear,
‘Fore it fades away again. How lame!

Well, I sure know for a fact
That when autumn comes, I don’t slack
In taking in its gifts
In hopes that they lift
Me out of my mood when it’s black,

For if annual it must be,
Then why cheat myself of such beauty?
I could never forgive
Myself, should I live
To deny such a gift to me,

Which is why each year during this time,
I pause to take in the sublime
And escape from my hive
And thank God I’m alive,
Even if it’s but for a short time.

Such is how I feel when autumn comes
‘Til my eyes, ears, and tongue go numb.
It’s an annual thing,
So let the good times ring
‘Til the season’s at long last done.

P.S.: The pic used above comes courtesy of CanadianMusicHallofFame.ca. The attached poem, however, is the author’s own.


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Poem of the Week: The Cookie Poem

The Cookie Poem
September 15, 2015

One cookie, two cookie, three cookie, four—
Glad I made a double batch, ‘cause the people want more.
Five cookie, six cookie, seven cookie, eight—
Another batch done to put on this plate.
Nine cookie, ten cookie, eleven cookie, twelve—
Glad the kitchen’s a place into which I like to delve.
Thirteen cookie, fourteen cookie, fifteen cookie, more—
That’s enough for right now. Let’s step out the door.

Wow! It seems these cookies are a hit.
I don’t see a single soul throwing a fit.
Instead, I see my loved ones munching away
And just a dozen cookies left to see the light of day.
See my family members there? Crunch, crunch, crunch.
My friends in the other corner—munch, munch, munch.
Good thing I followed that recipe to a T.
Too bad there won’t be any cookie left for me.

Then again, who am I kidding? I can always bake
Another batch or two for myself in the wake
Of my friends and family devouring this batch,
And once I do, these cookies might even meet their match,
And then it’s one, two cookie, three cookie, four—
More cookies for me to enjoy for a week or more,
So long as I’ve got all the ingredients in store.
One cookie, two cookie, three cookie, four.


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Poem of the Week: Autumn: The Season of Change

Greetings, readers!

For this week’s “Poem of the Week,” I’ve decided to keep it simple, straight-forward, upbeat, and self-explanatory. Without further ado then, here’s Autumn: The Season of Change. Please enjoy!


“Autumn Way Wallpaper” courtesy of Wallike.com (See footnotes for more details.)

Autumn: The Season of Change
October 2, 2013

Halloween ‘round the corner, Thanksgiving another bend,
I’ve got too much ahead of me to think my life’s at an end.
Too long have I been struggling to give up my plight somehow,
And all my effort’ll be for naught if I surrender now.
Personally, I wish I’d achieved this dream of mine years ago
Back when I still had my youth and health. Alas, it wasn’t so.
I know, too, what I was doing wrong and continue to smack my head
Every time I think of it, and it still fills me with dread
Every time I ask myself, “What if I’d never learned?
What if I’d kept doing what I’d been? How badly would’ve I been burned?”
I try not to think about it, then, and chose instead to move on
And continue the work I’m working on now so that I can say so long—
So long to all the second-guessing I’ve done for so many years,
So long to all my childhood and adolescent fears,
So long to all the anxiety and self-doubt with which I’ve been plagued
That had shrouded my visions of self-worth and made my future so vague,
And good riddance to all the drama I’ve been through as a young man
That has taken me to Hell and back and made me who I am
For better and for worse alike, but never the easy way.
So long and good riddance to it all! It’s time for a new day.
After all, it’s autumn, which has always meant change for me,
And not just a new year of school, either, or new shows on TV
Or even a change in season, obvious as that may be,
But rather a change of stage for me to prove what I can be—
Always a new opportunity, always one more chance,
To prove what I’m made of and show what I can bring to the dance,
And I know I’ve plenty to prove both to myself and to the world
When it comes to winning the hearts of every man, woman, boy, and girl,
But I’m not afraid to try now, for who knows where I’ll be,
Should I succeed in this quest of mine and learn what it means to be free.
I thus hereby welcome autumn—what’s left of it, leastways,
And hope this year it’ll be the start of my knowing better days,
And should that happen, world, look out, ‘cause here I come
To leave my mark on history and be known by everyone.


Well, that should do it for today. Thank you all for stopping by and reading my work, and I hope you’ll all stay tuned for my next “Poem of the Week,” where I’ll be sharing two poems from my current work in progress, Dream Roamers: Tyler’s Journey through the Kingdom of Somnia, which I’ve posted the working introductory chapter to back in June. Otherwise, feel free to stop by my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk for some early holiday shopping, and in the meantime, as always, happy reading!

Dustin M. Weber

P.S.: Image used (c) April 24, 2013 Wallike.com (photographer unknown). The poem itself, however, is the author’s own.