I have a bark but cannot bite, I am very small and light, Broken off by the wind, you’ll see, I'm a tiny piece of a tree

When the music dies, I become a prize, a sudden throne before your eyes. Fought over fast in frantic flair, the game is won by sitting here.

my last four letters are a division of religion I have antennae but cannot transmit I induce paralysis or hysteria in many

Four men met at the bar: Mr. Ship, Mr. Pole, Mr. Rant, and Mr. Stone. When they introduced themselves, They found out they each had the same first name. What was it?

Tantalizing potential, Thieves' touch must be fine, To defeat this top amuser, A cruel joke in pine