Bonus Poem of the Week: Sadly the Best Poem I Could Think Up on a Given Wednesday

Sadly the Best Poem I Could Think Up on a Given Wednesday
February 15, 2017

Emptiness
Dull mind
Trying, failing, wasting
What the hell, man?
Stressing, straining, stalling
Screw this!
Done

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Poem of the Week: Let This Be the Year

happy-new-year-2015-wallpaper_1418166124Hello, readers…

…and a belated Happy Holidays to each and every one of you. I apologize for the lack of any Holiday-related poetry this year between October and now, but things have been pretty busy here. Thankfully, however, I have this poem to provide you all with: my final poem for 2014.

Here’s hoping that 2015 proves to be a year of change for the better for the world as we know it. Without further ado, then, here’s Let This Be the Year.

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Let This Be the Year
December 25, 2014

Looking back is more painful than it has to be,
For now it’s 2015, and what do I see?
Many a moment in time I’ve the misfortune to miss;
Memories that should have been mine, if you get the gist;
Things I should have gone through, had I only taken the time;
Songs I could have written, had I only the will to rhyme;
People whose lives I could have touched, if not for my weak will;
Things I would have loved dearly, had I not been such a pill.
So many things I could have done and seen and felt in my life,
And yet, here I am, another year gone, wallowing in strife,
Agony, and self-pity, knowing all I could have said
And done to better myself, all the books I could have read,
All the things I could have put together with my own two hands,
All the people and places I could have seen here and in other lands,
And everything I could have learned and absorbed along the way—
Memories to last a lifetime and even after my dying day,
And yet, what’ve I to show for all the years I’ve been alive?
What’ve I produced to prove that my life is more than jive?
What’ve I done or said for so long to prove my worth to this world,
To create a torch to pass down to today’s young boys and girls?
What example have I set for others to strive to live up to?
Honestly, I’m old as things stand. What living yet can I do?
Is it too late in my live to leave a legacy behind,
Or am I only taking up space in this world of yours and mine?
What can I do to say or prove that I, too, have a place
In this insane world of ours and that I’m not just some disgrace
To the human race, mixed bag though it is? After all, for everyone good,
There’s someone lurking in the shadows of every neighborhood
Who’s out to make others miserable in one way or another,
Lying to, cheating, and stealing from his or her sisters and brothers,
And I refuse to degenerate into such pathetic scum.
However, absurd though it’d be, I may’ve already become one
On account of the self-absorption that I’ve wallowed in,
And if I’m right, I hope I can somehow make up for my sins.
I hope it’s not too late, either, for I’ve already lived so long,
And if I’ve only one year left to make up for all the wrong
I’ve done in my life to myself and others, then let this year be it
To become whom I’m supposed to be and not another twit
Who leeches off of others and makes others’ lives hell,
For I’d much rather have a far more pleasant story to tell—
Not a tale of tragedy, but rather of triumph, friends,
Who, through hardship self-imposed I’ve survived to the bitter end
In hopes of making this world a better place in my own way
So that the next generation can witness brighter days
And have something to look forward to other than uncertainty,
Which sadly is my current fate brought about by none but me.
Let this be the year, then, even if the only one
For me to help others move forward under Heaven’s hot sun
And give them hope for the future via the words I say,
For unlike me, they have the chance to see a brighter day.
It may be too late, after all, to do all I’ve meant to do,
But why should that stop those after me? Such is what I ask you.

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That should do it for this year. In the meantime, thank you all for making my past three years in hosting this blog worth my while, and I definitely look forward to your support in the year to come. Aside from that, feel free to visit my author pages at Smashwords.comAmazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk to check out my current work, and until we meet again, happy reading!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

PS: The image used in this blog entry is credited to the following websites:

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The poem itself, however, is the author’s own.

Poem of the Week: Only When

Only When
December 12, 2014

Only when putting my thoughts into words
Do I feel at all at ease with myself,
Even when I know said words shan’t be heard
Or chance to end up on someone’s bookshelf.
Only when I’ve a pencil in my hand
And paper sitting right before my face
Do I feel like I’m any sort of man
And, in fact, belong to the human race.
Only when I type on my computer
And breathe life into that that’s on my mind
Am I living the life that I prefer
And feel I’m leaving my troubles behind.
No matter how short each session may be,
Only when I’m writing’s the time for me.

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Poem of the Week: Two Words

Two Words
November 24, 2014

Two words: I’m sorry—
Often the best thing to say
To one you’ve tortured
And tormented in
The past, whether that’d be just
Mere seconds ago
Or over the course
Of countless years, whether your
Doing so was a
Deliberate act
Of ill will or simply out
Of crass ignorance.
Only two words, yet
They pack so potent a punch
When used properly—
In other words, with
All the sincerity and
Remorse in your soul
Driving them into
The heart of the one you’ve hurt
And mending the wounds
You’ve made once upon
A time, even if only
Partially. Of course,
That doesn’t mean that
Said apology will be
Enough by itself
To win back any
Confidence from the person
To whom you give it.
Sometimes you need just
A little bit more to make
It mean exactly
How you want it to.
Promise, courage, commitment—
All are crucial here:
The promise to change
For the betterment of your
Relationship with
He or she to whom
You’ve apologized, partnered
With the commitment
To uphold your word
And the courage to take on
Whatever tasks lie
Ahead of you on
Your quest for self-redemption.
Such is the road down
Which you must travel
To ensure that forgiveness
Will come to you in
The near-future, for
Only this journey will teach
You the meaning of
What it means to be
A good person and as such
Worthy of someone’s
Forgiveness. Just you
Remember this, though: It still
Takes two words for you
To start this journey
That just might change your life for-
Ever: I’m sorry.

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Poem of the Week: Late Night Studying

Late Night Studying
November 7, 2014

Pain and agony echo in my head.
A hundred brain cells I swear are now dead.
Can’t remember just what I’ve read.
So little info I’ve retained, I dread.
Maybe, then, I should just go to bed
And rest my weary, throbbing head
Before I end up wishing I was dead
From having to endure this pain I dread
Will linger on, lest I go to bed
And play the part of Mr. Sleepyhead
Even with so many brain cells dead.
Alas, now, I must go to bed
If I ever hope to recollect what I’ve read.
I’ve said all that needed to be said.
Night-night, all! Time to rest my head
And wash away these feelings of dread.

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Poem of the Week: A Poet’s Misadventure in Fighting Off Sleep

Fighting Off Sleep
October 30, 2014

Tired, pooped, exhausted, in desperate need of sleep,
But stay awake I must, else I’ll end up in deep
Fecal matter for not meeting another deadline
Something I cannot afford to do, for I’m already behind.
Dammit! Where’s my motivation when I need it most
To help me complete a project about which I can boast?
Where’s my will to carry on in the face of adversity?
Oh, no! It’s Mr. Sandman again. Please, sir, let me be.
Just one more paragraph, please. I promise it won’t be long.
Just let me have this moment to hang tough and carry…

YAWN!

Oy, vey…did I pass out? I’d better check the time.
What? Four o’clock?! Three hours since my last rhyme?!
You’ve got to be kidding me! I actually fell asleep for that long?
Son of a gun! I’d better hurry, then, and work on this song.
I know I’m probably forcing it, but…hmm…that’s strange…
I’m actually finding it easier to come up with and arrange
My words into coherent thoughts as I put chalk to slate.
In fact, I’m rhyming like no one’s business now. How great!
Yeah, my rhymes may be campy, but they still flow with ease,
And I can rhyme with the best of them as easily as I please
And tell a decent story from beginning to end
And keep readers entertained around each straightaway and bend.
Speaking of endings, would you know it? Here we are now,
And to think that earlier, I was starting to have a cow
And forced myself to finish things, even when fighting off sleep,
Only to find out that doing so did nothing but keep
My creativity at bay to the point where writing this
Composition promised—nay, threatened—to prove a miss
Of an endeavor that, thankfully, hasn’t come
To pass under any circumstances. Thus, I’ve won
This round of the writing game, though I’ve no doubt
That an even more pressing challenge will soon come about.
Until then, though, I’ll celebrate this weekly victory
And prep myself for next time, when I’ll once again see
If I can battle sleep again and actually come out on top
Or succumb to it once more, even though it didn’t stop
Me from getting things done. If anything, in fact,
I actually freed my mind after that little nap
And managed to finish things, though the challenge remains
If I can pull off such a Herculean task again—
If I can sit back down with my notebook and write
Anything with a snoozy brain, even if it takes me all night.
I guess we’ll find out, then, but for the time being,
I’m taking one last look at this poem, and I like what I’m seeing.

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Poem of the Week: Writer’s Block Jump Rope Chant

Writer’s Block Jump Rope Chant
October 10, 2014

Wracking my brains, going insane,
Trying to think of something, and it’s causing me pain.
Man, my head hurts! I’m feeling kinda curt.
So mad I am, in fact, that I’m bound to tear my shirt.
Hold up, Jack! Let me take a step back
‘Fore I suffer an aneurism or even a heart attack.
There’s got to be a way I can save the day
‘Fore I let my emotions carry me away.
Just let me inhale, then deeply exhale
‘Fore I let my thoughts out in a barrage of hail.
Maybe then, they all won’t make my brain stall.
Just let me let logic take care of it all.
Okay, here we go! First few words down…whoa!
Now my ideas are easily starting to flow.
To think that before, this task would be a bore,
But now I’m looking forward to the journey that’s in store.
Now I’m in the groove. Look at my pencil move,
Bustin out rhymes like crazy, all so silky smooth
Verse here, verse therewriting them down like I don’t care
‘Til my notebook’s got more words than Calvin Klein’s underwear.
Now I’m nearing the end, coming ‘round the bend.
I’m finally ‘bout to finish this wicked work, my friend.
Check it out, everyone! I’m finally done!
I’ve finally produced something and managed to have fun.
To think, too, at first that I had nil or worse,
But then my creativity came out in such a burst
That that which I could’ve hated has now left me elated,
And after writing it, I don’t feel at all deflated.
I just hope that when I must write again
I can pull off this feat once more when I reach that bend.
‘Til then, though, I’ll say that I did okay
This time ‘round and that I’ll be ready for that day.
In the meantime, I hope you all liked my rhymes
And will be stopping by to read my work next time
When I hope to provide another poetic ride
Into this crazy mind of mine and show you what I’ve inside.

*****

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