Bonus Poem of the Week: Happy Birthday, America!

Happy Birthday, America!
July 2, 2017

Independence
Annual holiday
Gathering, grilling, picnicking
Then come the fireworks
Sparkling, exploding, shining
Patriotic reminders
Celebration

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First Poem of Christmas 2016: What Christmas Means

What Christmas Means
November 26, 2016

C
ranberries, turkey, and stuffing on the table,
Helping out the homeless, the ill, and the disabled,
Rings and streams of evergreen decking every hall,
Ink and paper wishing joy and comfort to one and all,
Stockings, bows, and twinkling lights hung with care,
Tunes of merry tidings playing everywhere,
Mending broken hearts, even if just for the season,
Aunts, uncles, and grandfolks over for one special reason,
Snow upon the ground making things crisp and serene…

All these things and more to me are what Christmas means.

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Poem of the Week: A Love Poem of Linking Limericks

A Love Poem of Linking Limericks
February 8, 2016

You don’t need to shed your clothes
To show me what I already know.
I’ve still an eye for you.
Trust me. I do,
So hands off those pantyhose!

You don’t need to show any skin
To stun me and reel me in,
For it’s not what’s skin-deep
That makes me leap
For you and makes my head spin.

Your curves you need not flaunt
To send my mind on a jaunt.
Head to toe, hip to bust,
Your shape’s a mere plus.
There’s something else ‘bout you I want.

Let me state my preferences plain:
I love you because of your brain.
You’re smart like a whip
And can think from the hip,
And that’s what drives me insane.

You can clearly think for yourself,
Unswayed by anyone else.
You’re not some bimbo
Who gets used like a ho
Just to end up back on the shelf.

You’ve also got something, you see,
Called personality.
Though you might be loud,
You stand out from the cloud,
Judging from what others hear and see.

You fear not speaking your mind,
Even if it may torch your behind,
You’ve got uncommon sense
Always at your dispense
For those victimized by the grind,

And though you try hard to be sweet,
You’re all ‘bout standing on your own feet,
Not needing a man
For your master plan,
Though you still have one. Ain’t that neat?

You prefer using talent and skill
To make things suit your will,
Too no-nonsense to toy
With the whims of some boy,
For you couldn’t care less for thrills.

You know what you want out of life,
Putting up with all kinds of strife
And BS ‘long the way
‘Til at last comes your day.
Such is what I love in a wife.

To Hell with the frivolous crap!
All that’s but a dire social trap
Of superficial fluff
And meaningless stuff.
Don’t let that fall into your lap.

Don’t succumb to the siren’s wail
And let all you’ve established fail.
You’re better than that.
Just stay on track
As your ship continues to sail.

Don’t sell yourself out to become
Just another set of boobs and bum.
You’ve worked too hard, dear,
Over so many years
To risk being linked to such scum.

You’ve worked too hard to empower
Yourself every waking hour
The conventional way.
Don’t throw that away.
That ain’t the way you bloom, my flower.

Leave the boudoir to the others
To doll themselves up for my brothers.
Let them walk that path
And suffer the wrath
Of society and their own mothers.

Just be your own kind of star,
For I love you for who you are,
And I’ll lament the day
Your brilliance fades ‘way,
As you outshine all else by far.

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Hoedown of the Week: Goodbye, 2015/Hello, 2016

Happy 2016, readers!

This past Monday, I announced a new segment on my blog that I’d like to start up to honor the new year and to get anyone who visits this site more involved with its content. For more information on the rules for suggesting a new weekly hoedown, please click the first three words in this paragraph to be taken to the original announcement. Otherwise, please carry on to read an example of the kind of poem I’m talking about.

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Goodbye, 2015/Hello, 2016
December 29, 2015

With every New Year’s Day comes a lot of hope,
But for so many years now, that hope’s gone up in smoke,
And each promise we’ve been fed has gone down the crapper,
But hopefully 2016 will leave us all feeling much dapper.

Well, I’m not going to lie to you. 2015 sucked.
For me, it was a year of middle fingers and “Best of lucks,”
But hopefully 2016, I’ll escape this wretched shame,
And my detractors will be the ones to play the crying game.

I so hated this year. Everything went to Hell—
Not that all that happened the year before went well,
But then again, there’s the saying “Third time’s a charm,”
So when it comes to New Year’ Eve…what’s the harm?

This entire decade so far’s been a load of crap.
It’s made me so angry that I need to take a nap
So that all I’ve witnessed and endured can fade away
And all can change for the better come New Year’s Day.

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I hope that the above work will give everyone an idea of what to expect from this new segment. Granted, I know it’s very much like my usual “Poem of the Week,” but remember that you folks do have the power to decide the topic of each new entry. That being said, I invite you to respond to this post to let me know which topics you’d like me to write a hoedown about, and in the meantime, feel free to also visit my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk and support my work. Until then, thank you all for stopping by again this week, and let’s all hope 2016 turns out to be a better year than 2015 has been.

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

Poem of the Week: Another Case of the Holiday Blues

Another Case of the Holiday Blues
December 23, 2015

The Holidays are here, soon to be done,
Thankfully for my ever-throbbing head,
Runny nose, baggy eyes, and so on, hon—
All of which combined make me feel so dead
To all the festivities, sights and sounds,
That always come around this time of year.
What a terrible time to feel so down!
Oh, how I could use some holiday cheer…
But alas, my cold won’t have it right now,
And I must get some rest if I wish to
Get something of worth out of this—and how!
Please forgive me, then, if I’m rude to you,
But I’ve got an illness to fight off, friend,
If I want these Holiday blues to end.

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Poem of the Week: Holiday Shopping at the Mall Many Years Later

Holiday Shopping at the Mall Many Years Later
December 10, 2015

So I went to the mall just yesterday
For some last-minute gifts for the Holidays,
And I couldn’t believe the heart-breaking sight
Of the stores I once knew vanishing overnight
In favor of stores I’ll probably never go,
And it still makes me sad seeing things just so.

I know what you’re all thinking, too: “So?
That’s how change works: Here yesterday,
Gone today. Don’t like the new stores? Don’t go.”
Maybe I should and just enjoy the Holidays.
Even so, this vision won’t disappear overnight,
For in my eyes, there’s more to such a sad sight.

Back in the days when money was in sight
Stores were varied, arranged, and stocked just so
With items of interest that arrived overnight
That fit in with what was on sale yesterday
And made me want to spend a financial holiday
Buying everything in sight ‘til it was time to go.

That was years ago, though, and ho! Where’d they go?
Gone with the wind—still in mind, but out of sight,
And worst yet, too, during the Holidays.
Already have I been missing the past so
That more than ever am I pining for yesterday
And the moments I’ve allowed to fade away overnight.

It’s depressingly funny how time can pass by overnight
And how we’re all so apt to let good things go
By, having taken them all for granted yesterday
And later on let things fade out of sight
Only to allow change to happen just so
Unsatisfactorily, especially around the Holidays.

After all, the magic of the Holidays
Is meant to last as long as, if not longer that, overnight,
And for it to be dampened by something so
Shocking to one’s wistfulness as seeing a favorite store go
Takes away so much from all the sounds and sights
We’ve known year after year and makes us miss yesterday.

I’ll never forget yesterday, especially ‘round the Holidays—
The stores, the sounds, the sights, all having vanished overnight.
Such a shame to see them go. Oh, how I miss them so!

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Poem of the Week: Hope for the Holidays

Christmas 2015 Hope

Hope for the Holidays
December 1, 2015

The future can change in so many ways.
Just keep your chin up to see what it brings.
Never give up hope for the Holidays.

Long we’ve been used to seeing darker days.
Long have we felt anxiety’s stiff sting.
The future can change in so many ways.

Long have we forgotten positive ways,
‘Specially ‘round the time when angels sing.
Never give up hope for the Holidays.

Tune your ears to the bells of Santa’s sleigh
And just imagine all the hope he brings.
The future can change in so many ways.

I’m not talking, either, toys from past days
Or cranberries and popcorn strung on string.
Never give up hope for the Holidays.

I’m talking the promise of brighter days
For all who combat this decade’s sharp sting.
The future can change in so many ways.
Never give up hope for the Holidays.

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Poem of the Week: Three Days after Thanksgiving

Three Days after Thanksgiving
November 29, 2015

Three days after Thanksgiving with Christmas ‘round the bend,
But after that, I can only hope my personal nightmare ends,
For it’s no fun at Holiday time fearing what the future holds,
And I just hope that whatever awaits me is big, bright, and bold.

For years, I’ve been in limbo, one foot on a banana peel—
A squishy, slippery yellow skin pressed firmly ‘neath my heel—
While the other foot’s been dangling over Hell’s gaping maw,
A swirling red-and-black abyss line by two fang-laden jaws,

And for as long, I’ve stood there, perched oh so precariously,
With one ill-timed step either way meaning the end for me.
‘Twas a test of mental fortitude. That I can safely say,
And when it came to my survival, I could have sworn, “No way!”

Thankfully, that wasn’t the case, for I’ve cheated damnation twice,
But I’ve no time to sigh with relief, for though said relief’s been nice,
I’m in the midst of my third trial, and as it has often been said,
Third time’s a charm, and it’s been “getting warm,” hence my dread.

Who knows if I’ll make it this time ‘round after all I’ve been through?
There’s only so much I can take, after all, and I fear my luck’s through.
Even if I play my cards right, I might find myself outplayed
Once and for all, and poof! There goes every last plan I’ve made.

So much for prosperity. So much for success.
So much for fame, fortune, and comfort, should I fail this test.
So much for becoming the financial backbone of my family.
So much for my loved ones finally relying upon me.

Such are the odds I face—purgatory or paradise—
And needless to say, between these two, the latter sounds all too nice,
For in reality, the likeliness of such a turn
Is next to nothing. Thus, I expect that in Hell I’ll burn.

There is a slight chance I’ve got, though, to turn the tables on Fate
And earn myself an outcome I can better appreciate.
It’ll take much time and effort on my behalf, I’ll admit,
But if said effort and time are all it’ll take, then screw it!

I’m sick of sitting here like a book collecting dust on my shelf.
I’m sick of weeping here in the dark, feeling sorry for myself—
Especially ‘round the Holidays when everyone else is merry
Wearing smiles even when faced with what even they can call scary.

Time and again, I’ve tried to grasp my one way ticket out
Of this hellish hole I’ve been tucked in, yet all my dreams flew south
For the winter like geese, leaving me begging, “Please! Get me out of here!
I can’t stay in this situation for another week, month, or year.

My future hasn’t even started they way others’ have in days past,
And if I stay any longer, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last.”
Granted, I may have myself to blame in one regard or another,
But I’ll still do what it takes to redeem myself for Heaven, brother.

I don’t want to dread Christmas any more than I currently do,
Nor do I want to dread what lies beyond, be the day white or blue.
I wish to enjoy the Holidays like most everyone else,
But until I can, I must straighten out this situation with myself,

So please work with me this year, Fate, so that my dreams come true
And I’ll at last know prosperity, which will last my whole life through.
I know what sins I’ve caused to bring upon myself this curse,
And I’ll do what it takes to redeem myself, for better or worse.

All that I ask of you, Fate, is that you meet me halfway,
For I need your cooperation to see that I see a brighter day.
This life has been a nightmare for me, and one that must end.
I’m done with drama and wish to see a brighter day ‘round the bend.

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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: Back to the Grind

Welcome back, readers!

Well, now that the Holidays are officially over, it’s time for us all to get back to business, and what better way to get back to the grind than with a poem entitled just that? That said, here it is. Please enjoy!

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Back to the Grind
January 4, 2014

So much to do, so much to see
When you return to the grind,
And what you go through
To do what you do
To keep from falling behind

Is enough to blow your blessed mind,
Lest you know how to see yourself through
To keep cool under pressure
And learn how to measure
The strife you put yourself through.

After all, the play time that’s meant for you
Is no everlasting treasure.
Careful you must be,
So save it, you see,
And learn to savor the pleasure,

For sure enough, you’ll be back under pressure,
Nose back to the grindstone, you see,
So that your behind
Doesn’t fall behind
In becoming what you want to be.

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Well, folks, there you have it—my first official poem for 2014. Thank you all for stopping by to check it out, and in the meantime, feel free to also check out my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk to check out what I have for purchase. Until next time, though, as always, happy reading!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber