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Dustin Riddle Poem
Voices swarming from a room
High pitched and with synchronicity they loom
Constantly overwhelmed, I sit here and stew
Thank god for this hoppy brew
Stepping outside I beg for peace
White smoke rises as I inhale and release
Waving goodbye is the sun
Behind the mountain top she runs
Everyone here grab a spoon
Revealed my punchline will be here soon
The episode is over so now they go
Down our driveway covered in snow
Now I can concentrate with appropriate ease
Challenging your appetite I begin to tease
We are all hungry here in this group
So I serve you my heart with poetry soup.
By Dustin Riddle
Copyright © Dustin Riddle | Year Posted 2014
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Dustin Riddle Poem
Finally she's here at their first address
Burying her seeds in her summer dress
His shoulders are broad and his hands are rough
He keeps things honest no matter how tough
She picks wild violets for their salads in cheer
Then places one neatly atop her ear
He loves this earth but he must strip the land
With sweat on his brow and with his ax in hand
The house could simply explode with light
With mountain valleys from left to right.
He brushes off his rugged attire
Then grabs a few logs for their outdoor fire
She slices the carrots to a fine julienne
Then dusts the chicken with a dash of cayenne
He begins his journey to their sanctuary at last
He smells like dirt, sweat and grass
The wind swings
Through the window
And clings
Her dress to her skin
With voluptuous sin
Through the door
He steps on in
The floor creaks
And over the wind
He softly speaks
At last
Honey, I'm home...
By Dustin Riddle
Copyright © Dustin Riddle | Year Posted 2014
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