Riff Poems - Poems about Riff

Can a song be so sad it becomes beautiful? A record listened to with such incessance Its needle scratches and wobbles Becomes desperate new notes for the melody? The song unrecognizable to the listener Without its own personalized warp From a thousand roundabout journeys? Try Hurrah For The Riff Raff’s Good Time Blues (An Outlaw’s Lament) Or their Ogallala Try on Steve Earle’s Last Words Or...

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Pounding each key like a Fender Rhodes the computer bent and wailed Bits and bytes of encrypted language messages derailed Memory freezes last chance rebooted restart zero-sum The riff uncapped its printout fading —typeface on the run (The New Room: 8/6/2023)...

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It was right on the tip of my tounge. I losed my thought in looking for something. Why aren't the folders marked: by tempo? Who putlyrics and rhymn on top. They erased melody and harmony and put Bounce and Boogie in it's place. Love song has barque on it we are going to dance not waltz! Ghee whizz: don't spill no liquer on my floor. My mind is already in...

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Tokka loom tokk tugga ah Bloom A bassey riffto be the most Riffest sound ever ah ohh- ah ooh aint got nothing on this one. bump, bump, bump,whump,bump:bump! tenor,tenor ontro Dif ah bump:bump thy gonna need someone to compare you to so the weet guy can have more appeal! "Don't go stay there!" that whoomp:whoomp aint got nothing on you! she gonna throw your clothes out the window grindin to...

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I’ve been a resident at ole Soup Creek for a while now, For the most part, it’s a great town with folk from all over. But through years, I've seen riff raft come here too, I never cared too much about them; just ask Rover. The fine citizens of this town will band together to drive, out anyone who doesn't...

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This nonestablishmentarian (Iman) kant riff! Otherwise titled as: Thanksgiving nothing more'n gobbledygook we stuff ourselves with. Mine suburban outpost approximately thirty seven plus miles southeast of where liberty bell marks history upon cobblestone streets where sounds of silence from walking sticks barks created from once hand carved festooned relics tracing arabesque arcs. Thru prevarication myths propagated whereby story did suitably bend the...

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Ding a ling Ring a ling Ping a ling Ting a ling Sing a thing Wing a thing Fling a thing Sling a thing ...

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How could it have gone? I see paths, so many paths. Infinite in nature. Twist and and turns, lefts and rights. Fork after fork choice after choice. How to navigate? Where to turn? Each path, unique. Each path a different reality. Different universe. Different endings, different life. Choice after choice. Many outcomes to be had. God’s eye view. All have occurred. Infinite lives lived, experienced all!...

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The sound of a single guitar string is a haunting sigh. A chord will bring the beginnings of a smile as other sounds pass by. Ah, but the arrival of a riff brings laughter as a song is nigh. 6-6-18 For Silent One's contest When Three Lines Are So Much Better...

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Searching I was for a good riff, Maybe like in 'Locomotive Breath', So I called up my old pal Biff But a cold, he had caught a death. Now with Biff down and out, I was left to go it alone; “But blisters on my fingers!” To shout, I mean I was down to the bone. So to the bible open at page...

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