Name Riddle Poems

Born into a band of heavenly bliss
he wrote about territorial piss
One song so deep it dripped from ceilings 
liked to eat fish, coz they have...

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Born in London in eighteen eighty nine,
a 'rags to riches' story just like mine.
His childhood was full of horrid violence.
In adulthood he was the king...

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He had a big schnozzola
and sang with bold hat and smile.
Heard on the old Victrola,
one of his tricks to beguile.

It was fo, lo, dee, oh,...

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Considered an enigma to many
And from the apple I did bite,
I was sentenced for a crime
But I couldn't put up a fight.

Considered a hero to...

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Sweet toothache
Undersigned pen names
The name of lilac and it's feels
The nature of drumbeats 
Unplayed games
And how our heart, it heals

Squeezed oranges
The texture of velvet
Seldom singing...

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In this world of endless fame,
Where every creature has a name,
From the tiniest ant to the largest crane,
Each name represents its unique domain!
Some quite confusing...

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This may seem lame. 
Let’s make it a game.
I’ll give you a clue.
You try to guess who.

Proceeding my entrance by just a short while,
Is often...

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Forearm mops the toil 
underneath unyielding sun
pelted denim over the shoulder of blame 
only form of communication 
a fragment written upon
signed with a kiss, red...

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L:ovely was her face,as she stared at me from afar,
A:n almost anguish color in her abstract stare,almost,
L:alisa was her name, beautiful and elegant, as she...

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Holding the tail of alphabetic stream
I came to the pen of words;
Nothing was there except
The invention of uprooted sentences

Holding the root of the synthetic learning
I...

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I walk amongst you
    feisty, ornery
  yet surprisingly disciplined too

  Despite my name, I have no wings
   ...

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You, Shard of my broken understanding,
who are You?
You, Guide of my feet and tongue,
who are You?
Are you the cruelty of the old books?
Are you the...

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What gave me away?
Was it my sway?
Or my long limber limbs
Like glasses with broken rims?

Oh sure, wind has its way with me,
But broken or uprooted,...

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With Blades
I have drawn 
In my restless sleep
I linger in the past
Were my souls 
Dry husks of horrors
Are cast
Each one an image in time
The dead...

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Raising up an old book                    ...

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