Bonus Poem of the Week: Dried-Up Cash Cows

Dried-Up Cash Cows
April 12, 2017

Many a person with backbone and tons of imagination
Sharing their vision of the future with millions across the nation—
Sometimes admittedly ugly, but even then, plenty of fun
With many an original character out to send trouble on the run
As he or she goes on adventures, frequently enough through lands
So bizarre and fascinating that one look evokes an “Oh, man!”
From the mouths of those who perceive them and all the denizens
That dwell within the region, even when evil comes to bring an end
To the realm’s peace and prosperity with deeds and actions so depraved
That it takes a hero with grit and gusto to burst on into the fray
And bring the villain and his or her mooks to their knees with tenacity
To the gracious relief of the locals. That’s what the ‘80s meant to me.

Alas, though, what’s happened to those franchises we used to know
And love for their vision, no mater how we’ve ridiculed them so?
What else? We’ve dared to reinvent them, knowing just how much power
They have over those who remember them, recalling every hour
They’d spent watching and listening to their glory back in the days,
Only now, their current incarnations often fail to amaze,
As they rarely capture the spirit that made the originals great
And feature heroes we once knew, yet to whom we can no more relate,
As they’ve been reduced to shells of what they were once upon a time,
No longer the charming, gung-ho type with a passion for fighting crime,
But rather morose and moody, as “gloom and doom” as we are,
Just stock brooding bruisers like other protagonists today, which, by and far,
Makes them only blend in with all the others and not stick out at all—
Something they used to do quite well, even ‘mongst their kind ‘fore their fall.
The villains don’t fare much better and are just ramped up a thousandfold,
Turned into murderous schmucks as charmless as the heroes, truth be told,
And are every bit as dark as the plans they hatch against the world
As well as generic and depressing—so much so that they make me hurl,
For the flair that had made them brilliant at the risk of making them “cheesy”
Is no longer there, thus making them bland and lifeless, which makes me queasy,
And with the fun gone from these characters, so is the fun from their plot
Leaving us with lazy, unimaginative stories sloppier than snot
That follow the same tired formula as most modern shows I know,
Mostly unrecognizable in more ways than one, much to my woe,
Save for the occasional swerve or plot twist that only serves to derail
The story as we once knew it, hence furthering the fall of the tale
And further driving us away from that which those running the industry
Wants us to reinvest our time and money into. Yeah…not for me.

Don’t get me wrong. The franchises I knew from my younger days
Entertained me thoroughly back then, but I’m ready now to part ways
And embrace something new that’s equally well-written as that which I once knew.
As for this soulless, recycled, cash-grabbing hash…no thanks. I’m through.
Start getting some new ideas, Hollywood, if you want to survive,
For living on dried-up cash cows is no way to stay alive.
New generations need new stories. That’s how it’s always been,
And you’ve been able to do just that without issue way back when.
Recently, though, what have you given today’s young folks to hear and see?
Mostly inferior versions of what you’d once made for kids like me
That haven’t done squat to take you out of the rut you’ve put yourself in,
And quite frankly, you’re nuts if you think I’ll stew with you in your own sin.
Get with the times, then! Otherwise I’ll just create my own thing
And change the tide while you keep failing and survive the bitter sting
The masses have already been suffering for far too long as things stand.
Goodbye, then, dried-up cash cows, for a new day is at hand.


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Poem of the Week: Something New

Something New
May 31, 2014

It’s never too late to try something new.
Variety’s the spice of life, you know,
And much opportunity awaits you,
Should you just get up off your butt and go
To some place that you’ve never been before
And do something you might never have done.
All it takes is guts to pass through that door,
And who knows? You might end up having fun,
Finding something new you might be good at
And even chance to bump into someone
With whom you might bond, and how about that?
One small step could become a giant leap
In helping you overcome life’s trash heap.


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Poem of the Week: Balance of Interest

Hello, readers!

I hope everyone had a great St. Patrick’s Day this past Monday, and I wholeheartedly apologize for not wishing everyone a happy and safe holiday last week. To put it simply, I’ve been pretty caught up in things around here, especially in terms of working on my latest book. That being said, though, I’m back with yet another “Poem of the Week” this Sunday, and this week, I’ve got a composition that ties into last week’s post, Younger
. Without further ado, then, here’s Balance of Interest. Please enjoy!


Balance of Interest
March 13, 2014

A place for everything and everything in its place,
And then reality comes along and hits you in the face
And makes you witness something you’ve never known before
And you become so captivated that you want to know more,
So you investigate this thing that you’ve just discovered,
And as you do, there are some things you chance to uncover
That leave you either enlightened or just plain disturbed,
But regardless of whether you’re intrigued or perturbed,
You’ve got to be careful with the knowledge you’ve just gained,
For if you become too involved with it, you might go insane,
Keeping your mind so heavily preoccupied
That you can’t think straight or function otherwise.
This is especially true for the disturbing crap
Which could easily land a lot of trouble in your lap,
Particularly if it’s crap you’re not to know about—
Truths so dire and shocking that they make you want to make you shout
And scream in terror at the agony that you now know,
And if you can’t shake it off, you’ll soon be burdened with woe.
Then again, even good things can flood your mind
And distract you to the point where you’re soon left behind
In tending to whatever tasks you usually take care of,
All because of something new you’ve come to know and love,
Be it a new hobby or a form of media.
You just can’t believe the thoughts something new can feed ya.
Be careful, thus, of how you handle what you find
Outside your regular realm of things, friend of mine,
And understand how caught up you can be when you discover
Anything new to you—topic, hobby, or other.
All in moderation, for balance is the key.
Such is the lesson that’s meant for you and me.


Well, that should do it for this week. Thank you all once again for stopping by this week. Before I sign off for today, though, I’d like to give a special shout-out to my latest subscriber, TomLRoy. Thank you for the support sir.

Also, if you’d all like to show your support by visiting my author pages at,, and, I’d really appreciate it. All shameless plugs aside, though, thanks again for visiting my blog, and as always, happy reading!

Dustin M. Weber

Poem of the Week: Tastes Can Change

Happy Halloween, readers!

Things have been pretty busy for me here, what with me wrapping up my latest project,  Dream Roamers: Tyler’s Journey through the Kingdom of Somnia. My sincere apologies, then, to anyone who was looking forward to something a bit more festive for this week’s “Poem of the Week.” Luckily, though, I’ve nonetheless been able to whip up a little something quick, short, simple, and sweet for all of you all the same. Without further ado, then, here’s my latest Shakespearean sonnet, Tastes Can Change.


Tastes Can Change
October 22, 2013

“One person’s trash is another’s treasure.”
Such is how the saying is paraphrased.
What gives you pain may bring others pleasure,
So don’t be so quick to be so amazed
When somebody likes something you despise,
For folks’ tastes differ in more ways than you
Could ever know, so open up your eyes
And your ears to witness what’s before you.
Then, as you observe, open up your mind,
And perhaps you’ll learn to appreciate
That in question and perchance leave behind
Ev’ry reason for your previous hate
T’wards that which you once found despicable.
After all, tastes can change, and that’s no bull.


Well, that should do it for this week. Thank you all again for stopping by, and by all means, folks, feel free to leave your feedback to this poem (and to my work in general) in the comments section below. Also, feel free to visit my author pages at,, and, should you be in the mood to get a head start on your holiday shopping. Aside from that, though, my apologies again for not getting everyone into the holiday spirit this year, but all the same, happy reading!

Dustin M. Weber

Poem of the Week: Suddenly…Improv!

How are you, readers?

This week’s “Poem of the Week” marks my first official attempt at a sestina here on my blog and mentions–at least in part–an interest of mine that I have long had and have recently been rekindling, and in no small part at that due to the news I’ve come to read about Whose Line Is It Anyway? coming back on the air this coming July 16 on the CW Television Network. Without wasting any more time, then, here’s Suddenly…Improv! Please enjoy!



April 19, 2013

Dang it! I’ve just realized that I’ve got nothing to say.
Perhaps I’m in need of taking a break.
Here, then…let me step away from the computer for a moment
And see what I can do with some good old-fashioned paper
And pencil, and maybe then I can cleanse my added mind
Of this stagnancy that’s preventing me from completing my work.

Five minutes away from my computer, and my brain’s already starting to work.
At long last, I realize that I do indeed have something to say!
So many thoughts I see dancing ‘round in my mind…
Oh, what a relief it is for me to have taken this break
And see what I can put down on this piece of paper!
Let’s just see, then, what I can come up with at the moment.

Well, as I let my imagination wander for a moment,
I’ve finally come up with a topic that just might work,
And as my pencil leaves its mark upon my paper,
I’ve find that—Holy heck!—I actually have plenty to say.
Hopefully, I can write it all down before my pencil lead decides to break,
For it’s in my better interest to write it down while it’s still fresh in my mind.

You know what it is that has now for me come to mind?
Improv comics and how they can think on the spur of the moment
And create comedy sketches on the spot that make all but the dourest of people break
Into uproarious laughter at them and their work,
From the whimsical actions they do to the bizarre, offbeat things they say,
And all from reading little to nothing that had been prewritten for them on paper.

As these thoughts of mine make their way onto my paper,
I see visions of all the great improv players I’ve come to know come to mind
And all the wacky things they used to do and say
And how oh so long ago I could be able to sit back for a moment
Or two and laugh to my heart’s content at their work.
Truly, such a session proved back then to be a fun little break.

Now I’m coming upon the end of my break,
And as I’m wrapping up all that I’ve been putting down on this paper,
I feel as though I can now focus upon more pressing work,
Feeling renewed by the lesson that has just now penetrated my mind
About improvisation and making the most out of any given moment
To show the world precisely what it is that I have to say.

Well, that’s all I have to say. I’m now done with my break.
Now, pardon me for a moment while I fold up this paper,
For now I’ve got a good mind to get back to work.


And there we have it: my first official sestina on Hopefully, I’ve done both improvisational comedy and the common sestina justice with this composition. If not, any and all constructive criticism will be welcome. At any rate, though, thank you all once again for stopping by, and as always, be sure to check out my author pages at,, and to check out my current list of publications. Aside from that, let’s all keep our fingers crossed for a successful season of Whose Line Is It Anyway? this coming summer, and until we meet again, happy reading!

Dustin M. Weber

Bonus Poem of the Week: A Villanelle on Villanelles

How are you, readers?

Earlier this week, I received a request from my most recent subscriber, Deelaytful, to try my hand at a style of poetry that I hadn’t attempted since my college days. As a result, I have managed to compose for you all the first official villanelle I have ever written for this blog, the aptly named A Villanelle on Villanelles. Without further ado, then…


A Villanelle on Villanelles
April 15, 2013

It ain’t easy writing a villanelle.
You can do this, you can do that.
It’s a tricky style, as you can tell.

Write one word wrong, the whole piece goes to Hell,
And you might as well feed it to your cat.
It ain’t easy writing a villanelle.

Write one syllable too many? Oh, well…
None say ‘twill be perfect right off the bat.
It’s a tricky style, as you can tell.

Trial and error, though, will teach you well
In getting the format down pat.
It ain’t easy writing a villanelle.

Paying attention to details will tell
Where the most difficult parts are at.
It’s a tricky style, as you can tell.

Learn from it all, and things will turn out swell,
Even if not quite in no time flat.
It ain’t easy writing a villanelle.
It’s a tricky style, as you can tell.


And there you have it–my first villanelle here on As stated earlier, it’s been a while since I’d last written a poem of this nature, so please, those of you who are familiar with villanelles, feel free to offer me constructive criticism in the instance that I’ve fallen short of doing this style of poetry any justice. Otherwise, I’d like to thank you all for stopping by once again, and as always, be sure to check out my author pages at,, and to check out my current list of publications. Otherwise, until next time, happy reading!

Dustin M. Weber