Music Riddle Poems

Frankly, he was a man
Though not very tall,
His voice made him seem
Very big to us all ...

He could be an actor
He could even dance,
With a...

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It has been quite long that we’ve been intimate,
in rain and in shine we’ve fostered our entwined fate.
In the dune of my mind mirages disappear...

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RIDS OF RIDIC RIDDLES
 
Delusional convo with the inanimates;
February bragged none of us is his mate
¹and asked, "What month of the year has 28 days?"
-"All...

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Why do I find no tune on my CDs in G,
so I can play along with my harmonica –
which is in G?

I find a tune...

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If you really want to know, play it backwards
Put the record on, the Beatles or the Byrds
An act you may find seemingly absurd
A hidden message...

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Music is always loved,
every piece that is heard, felt.
And yet I can play none,
not a chord, not a note.

Art is always stunning,
every piece that is...

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Stare at that dot, that big blue dot that asks, "What do you see?"
I see the most important commodity to humans, the earth's oceans, lakes,...

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(to a blues riff)

You're a blood red girl
You're a blood red girl
You're a blood red girl, you're a woodshed girl,
You're a good good girl.

You're a...

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Raising up an old book                    ...

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My Life is definitely trying to tell me something....
It is almost certainly painting a picture, but I can't see what it's a picture
of.
It's been a...

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O Muses! What is genius? Is it born?
     Or is it taught? Why do some possess it,
and some do not? These...

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Beyond the trembly weald to glassy glane
beneath the wooden breath where thoughts remain
'twas a harkened land called Wordingtane.

The Wizard of Words ruled this land
in grips...

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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allan Poe


The crowd approached the lens of the mega camera. Its gnawing rose up in the...

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ottava rima

A rambling riddle; hope you'll play along...
Fingers when I have played too much cello. 
Head, neck and shoulders baked in sun too long; 
Zingers...

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The Curse of the Dead Sea

Dark ghosts traveling through the chilled air mist
where rare rough rivers, eddied and revolved, in
twists around into a violent, furious...

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