Best Piccolo Poems

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Morning dew melodies whispering soft,
harmonies dream on the wind
Scented illusions of days in the past
and those about to begin

Choruses blooming in amethyst shades,
sweet as the...

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I come from Valdosta, Georgia, the lovely peach state,
Where everyone uses a southern drawl to communicate.
Valdosta is known as the “Azalea City” for its gorgeous...

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The Yule Tide Sights (Sight)

It’s tinsel, ornaments and lights,
The Yule Tide sights all people love:
Bright yellows, reds, and greens and whites;
It’s tinsel, ornaments and lights
We...

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“A maestro is like a candle. It consumes itself to light the way for others.”- 
         ...

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Ah Consuela! Invoking vast vistas for visions of green Spanish eyes,
I discern them again where she left me back then,
                 as we kissed when she...

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A is for Accordion, squeezing air with bellows
B is for Banjo, five strings plucked by bluegrass fellows

C is for Clavichord, keyboard with a metal sound
D...

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There is a lark who is born to live in the meadow,
perched far above the smooth mountain stones.
She will rise from fields of the cloverleaf...

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E-Z Glo Punk, Lightning Flash,
TNT Devices will burst, do crash
Southern Night, Piccolo Petes
       are hard to beat...

I like hand...

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The cow was playing cowbells,
Giddy Goat joined in on his guitar,
The horse was hoofing bongo drums.
Animals started coming from afar.

The chicken clucked an egg out,
Pig...

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I stand on the beach in silence
Listening to the steady beat 
Of the waves
Rolling and splashing
And covering my feet
Listen very closely
Can you hear that sound?
Of...

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All around me, vegetables grow -
ripened by the soil upon which I kneel.
I fan my brow with a curved lettuce leaf
as I quietly study the...

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The flute plays low
Dum, dum, de, de
Organ joints the tune
Dum, dum, de, de

Clarinet delights the ear
Dum, dum, de, de
Baby elephant wobbles
Not graceful now

High piccolo shrill...

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The concert Band 
A work of reeds, air, and hands 
Reading sheet music isn’t easy
And our uniforms are anti-sleazy
All instruments must be in tune and...

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my voice is a blade of grass not a piccolo
between two lips I tell you a great story

why is a spent of twenty on beers...

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putrid rascal was a real truant
and also a junkie
and a somnambulist too
and wicked gourmet bought a new guillotine

then the rascal walked dizzily 
like a mechanic...

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