Poem of the Week: The Toxic Stuff

The Toxic Stuff
April 7, 2017

I’m cutting out all the toxic stuff
I’ve bothered with over the years
That’s caused me more pain
Than netted me gain
And led me to wallow here.

No more caving in to my fears,
For doing so brings no gain.
Time to screw in my heels
And spin the wheels
In my mind before I go insane.

I’ve so much yet in my life to gain.
Why should grief anymore make me squeal?
Enough is enough
Of this dramatic stuff.
Seeking inner peace is my new deal.

I want to know again how happiness feels,
So good riddance, negative fluff!
Get on out of here
‘Fore I kick your fat rear
And cast you from my life in a huff.


Author Pages: Smashwords.com


Bonus Poem of the Week: Screwing in My Heels

Screwing in My Heels
April 5, 2017

Bitter, jaded
Fretting, lamenting, panicking
Gotta change my luck
Studying, orchestrating, toiling
Work complete!


Author Pages: Smashwords.com

Poem of the Week: Villanelle of Courage

Villanelle of Courage
March 19, 2017

I’m quite done feeling sorry for myself.
I’ve moaned enough groans and cried enough tears.
Time to store my self-pity on the shelf.

For too long, I’ve felt like a hapless whelp,
Always at the mercy of my own fear.
I’m quite done feeling sorry for myself.

Facing things alone, few folks ‘round to help,
Nagging doubts always raging in my ears…
Time to store my self-pity on the shelf.

‘Tis the cruelest thing in my life I’ve felt.
Nowadays, though, I’ve grown sick of the jeers.
I’m quite done feeling sorry for myself.

It’s about time I stood up for myself,
Took life by the horns, and conquered my fears.
Time to store my self-pity on the shelf.

After all, I alone can teach myself
To attain and keep that which I hold dear.
I’m quite done feeling sorry for myself.
Time to store my self-pity on myself.


Author Pages: Smashwords.com

Bonus Poem of the Week: Future of Fortune

Future of Fortune
November 18, 2015

Trying to make a living, trying to be a man,
Not exactly succeeding, but doing the best I can,
Relying on my own money—what’s left of it, leastways—
Not wanting to rely on others’ cash as I live day to day.

Trying to be a good person to the folks surrounding me,
As compassionate and considerate as I can possibly be,
Even towards the scumbags who treat me like I’m trash,
No matter how much I want to kick any of them in the ass.

Trying to work my own ass off at what I love to do
In hopes that it takes me somewhere and makes my dreams come true.
Trying to be smart and diligent in my quest to secure my place
And prove to the world, both friend and foe, that I’m not a disgrace.

Still, no matter what I do, no matter how hard I work,
No matter how much I try to not make myself look like a jerk,
No matter how I tend to my health and financial security,
Something happens that makes me shake my head and ask, “Why me?”

Whether it’s agents scoffing at my work like I’m some bum
Or my health insurance company jacking up my premium
Or my own stinking cowardice getting the better of me,
There’s something going on in my life that just won’t let me be.

Clearly I’ve done something wrong to bring this upon myself—
To make myself a pauper, lower than anyone else.
Was I that lazy as a child in forging my destiny?
Was I that stupid to not figure out just what I wanted to be?

Did I tick off the wrong person? Did I say something wrong
To put myself on the Powers That Be’s blacklist for oh so long?
Did I do or not do something to derail me from my success?
Ah, but if I could figure out the source of my distress!

Then again, time travel doesn’t exist in this reality,
And who knows the paradoxes I’d cause in my quest to see
Myself in a better place than what I’ve put myself in?
Would the world turn out for the better or even more wracked with sin?

Also, what’s the point in hoping for a second life,
Reincarnation or otherwise, to save me from this strife
When I’ve got this life to live right now and make up for my mistakes?
Such is all I’ve got now in the face of these grave stakes.

Well, whatever the case may be, it’s time I screwed in my heels,
For only I can save myself from this unbearable deal.
I’ve made this mess for myself ultimately, and now,
It’s up to me to clean up my act and save myself somehow.

No more messed-up priorities! No more screwing around!
No more childish excuses keeping me tied to the ground!
I’ve done enough in my life to hold me back from destiny,
And no matter who or what else might be getting in the way of me,

From now on, it’s up to me to at last set things straight.
I’ve suffered long enough within the folds of this fate,
And anyone who might want to help me can’t, plain and simple,
While those who ought to would much rather fester like pimples

On a teenage face, and Heaven knows my teenage days are done.
Never mind my childhood. I’m that far from being young,
And I’m not getting any younger, either, so plague my wretched stalling!
It’s time to put this pity party to rest and heed my calling.

Look out, future of fortune! Here I finally come
To accept responsibility for my fate and become
The person I’ve long meant to be and forge my legacy
In hopes of bettering the world for others as well as for me.


Author Pages: Smashwords.com



Poem of the Week: An Admittedly Long-Winded Poem about Fan Support

An Admittedly Long-Winded Poem about Fan Support
October 15, 2015

For every schoolyard bully who gets in a classmate’s face,
We’re told there is a teacher to help put her in her place.
For every mugger who mauls his prey and swipes their hard-earned cash,
We’re told the cops are on the prowl to cuff and cage his ass.
For every maniac with world domination on his mind,
We’re told some nation’s leader’s set on squashing his sorry behind.

However, what about the evils we see on TV,
In cinema, and in literature, plain as plain can be?
What about the vileness we hear on the radio?
Just how do we respond to the notes that bring us woe?
What about all the glitches that corrupt our video games
And act how they aren’t supposed to, driving many of us insane?

Do we avoid the bad stuff and sing about the good,
Praising the latter for its merits like any fan should
And spread the word about it so that folks give it a try
And end up liking it every bit as much as you and I,
Or do we all succumb to the same bombastic hype
That everybody else does, only in the end to gripe
About the wretched filth that the masses scoop on up
And eat in droves while smiling like starving, clueless pups?

Do we make sure our tastes, morals, and values stay in tact
When it comes to entertainment, or do we fall off track
And let people who know better or who are biased as hell
Shove smut and nonsense in our face and tell us all it’s swell?
Do we stand by our standards and stay true to ourselves
Or let our morbid curiosity determine what line our shelves?

Do we allow fresh ideas and strong morals to shine
And that which promote these messages exist to last all time,
Or do we let the mindless majority sway our stance
And destroy all we love and once loved before it has that chance?

Plus, in the case of the former, just how loud are we
In voicing our opinion on how things ought to be?
Do we give others a chance to hear what we truly feel,
Or do we keep it to ourselves while Father Time spins his wheels
And let the wicked carry on deceiving the masses,
Warping folks’ collective mind ‘til all are senseless and classless
And society as we know it forfeits its last chance to be great
And declines into dystopia—a violent, sickly state?

The choice is yours, dear readers, to fight for what you believe.
Do you stand for class and honesty while others deceive
In hopes of ushering what could be a new golden age
Where truth and wisdom permeate ‘cross each screen, station, and page,
Or will you let the current status quo continue to
Destroy the morals and values that have made me and you
And bring civilization down to worse than it is now?
Such is the conundrum we’ve been facing for so long, and how!


Author Pages: Smashwords.com



Bonus Poem of the Week: Facing Fear

Facing Fear
February 13, 2015

There’s no running from Fear; ‘tis part of life
And something we all must face down the road.
No matter the path one may take, there’s strife,
And when one does, one can either be bold
And take on all that comes one’s way with heart
And gusto to make the most out of things
Or succumb to it all and fall apart,
Accepting whatever pain said strife brings.
I myself know pain, believe it or not,
Knowing I can’t please all under the sun.
Even so, I refuse to sit and rot
When I know that I still can be someone.
Come then, Fear! I dare you to hold me back,
For in the end, ‘twill be you who gets whacked.


Author Pages: Smashwords.com



Poem of the Week: A Rock and a Hard Place

Hello, readers!

Well, it’s back to my roots for this week, as far as poetry is concerned, and thankfully, I’ve got a doozy for you folks this time around. My apologies for last week for not having one to share with you last time. However, rather than make excuses for myself, allow me instead to share with you this week’s entry, which I hope will make up for last time. Without further ado, then, here’s my latest limerick chain, A Rock and a Hard Place. Please enjoy!


A Rock and a Hard Place
April 8, 2014

Caught between a rock and a hard place
With so many obstacles to face
Is quite a pain
And can drive one insane,
Leaving one’s mind and soul displaced,

And if you’re of the faint of heart,
You’ll likely not know where to start.
You’ll be bouncing off walls
As your brain stalls
On the verge of falling apart.

So what do you do, my friend,
When you can’t see relief ‘round the bend?
Do you try to tough it out,
Even when it makes you shout
And scream at the pain that doesn’t end,

Or do you simply walk away,
Hoping to get back one day,
Lest your memory rots
And your mind becomes shot,
And you forget your task anyway?

Either way, the choice is tough,
But hopefully, you’ve the stuff
To make the right call,
Stand by it, rise or fall,
And march on through it well enough.


That should do it for today. Thank you all for reading, and I hope you’ve enjoyed this week’s entry. Also, if you’re interested, please visit my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk for more about me and my current literary works. Be sure to keep on the lookout, too, for the latest news concerning my latest project, The Kingdom of Somnia, which I’d first talked about on this blog on June 22, 2013. In the meantime, everyone, as always, happy reading!

Dustin M. Weber