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Demeter
09-08-2015, 05:49 PM
A while back, I had fun writing riddle poems about commonplace objects. Here is one to solve or as a prompt.

I may wear lace, brocade or gingham,
or shudder in my own bare frame.
In mansion or in hovel,
look to me for weather’s moods,
time’s shifts from bright to dark.

My outlook changes constantly,
never twice the same.
What you see this moment
will not appear again.

If need be, my single eyelid
will hide you from the curious
or the moon’s intrusive stare.

Kylabelle
09-08-2015, 06:06 PM
Nice! I've guessed the answer, I think, but in case anyone wants to go the prompt route I won't post my guess for a while.

(May use it as a prompt myself; have to see what comes along here.)

CassandraW
09-08-2015, 06:42 PM
I've guessed it. How does one use it as a prompt? Is the idea to come up with another riddle poem? (Not so sure that's my thing, but it's a fun idea.)

Kylabelle
09-08-2015, 06:48 PM
Write your answer in a poem.

Demeter
09-08-2015, 07:24 PM
Yes! Feel free.

Demeter
09-08-2015, 07:30 PM
That was quick! If you feel like solving another one, let me know.

Kylabelle
09-08-2015, 07:41 PM
Not as elegant as the riddle, but perhaps it will entertain.

I stand thin
brittle
vulnerable between
in and out
safe and storm

sometimes
I am invisible
sometimes
I am raised up
sometimes
closed.

I can break,
oh yes!
but unlike a mirror's
seven years,
shatter me
your bad luck
is only brief.

No pane?
no pain,
just fix
the window.

Demeter
09-08-2015, 11:45 PM
Wonderful! The answer and the poem.

Kylabelle
09-08-2015, 11:49 PM
Thanks! I'd love to play with more of these. Fun!

Demeter
09-09-2015, 03:33 AM
It was fun writing them.

Fish, flesh and fowl
swim beneath my waters.
A garden's harvest glows there.
To trawl my smooth-banked, rounded pond,
one implement is all you need.
Hook, line and net
would draw odd looks
from puzzled fellow-fishermen.

***
Like generations before her,
labor never varies, never ends.
Slender, stiff-necked, hair tightly bound,
she carries on their work.
You will never hear her speak aloud,
only harsh and hostile whispers
as she goes about the house.
Job done, she rests against a wall
or retires to her quarters
until called upon again.
An exorcist who cannot win,
she will wear herself down
in the struggle.

Kylabelle
09-09-2015, 03:47 AM
Two different riddles there, correct?

poetinahat
09-09-2015, 04:25 AM
I love these. (Demeter, I've guessed the second; I may have the first, but wouldn't be surprised if I were wrong.)

Once upon a time, many years ago in the Writing Games forum, another thread of riddle poems (http://absolutewrite.com/forums/showthread.php?29620-My-Royal-Legacy-Riddle-Me-This) flourished. I'm so glad we have a new one.

These were my contributions:

1.
Once you've met me, you can't rest
you cannot shrug and let me go
but once you've seen me as a whole
do I still entertain you? No.

There is no joy in knowing me
when once my secrets you've exposed
but introduce me to a friend;
you smile as their vexation grows.

*

2.
My tawny skin, my slender belt
and darkly sweet aroma
invite anticipation while
unmatched my pleasures be

yet only is my essence felt
as meditative coma
when I'm destroyed - a dusty pile,
blue haze of memory

*

Demeter
09-09-2015, 05:36 AM
Right.Two separate ones.

CassandraW
09-09-2015, 05:56 AM
It was fun writing them.

Fish, flesh and fowl
swim beneath my waters.
A garden's harvest glows there.
To trawl my smooth-banked, rounded pond,
one implement is all you need.
Hook, line and net
would draw odd looks
from puzzled fellow-fishermen.

***
Like generations before her,
labor never varies, never ends.
Slender, stiff-necked, hair tightly bound,
she carries on their work.
You will never hear her speak aloud,
only harsh and hostile whispers
as she goes about the house.
Job done, she rests against a wall
or retires to her quarters
until called upon again.
An exorcist who cannot win,
she will wear herself down
in the struggle.

I'm too lazy tonight to write my own poems in answer, so I'll steal from Lewis Carroll and Emily Dickinson:

Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!


***************

She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;

Kylabelle
09-09-2015, 06:27 AM
Good work there, Cass, even if it's not your own. :D

I think I've got the first one of Mr. Hat's but not yet sure of the second.

I'm being stubborn and waiting til I can come up with my answer in a poem, which won't be tonight.

ETA: I was wrong, it was tonight.

Kylabelle
09-09-2015, 07:13 AM
1.
Once you've met me, you can't rest
you cannot shrug and let me go
but once you've seen me as a whole
do I still entertain you? No.

There is no joy in knowing me
when once my secrets you've exposed
but introduce me to a friend;
you smile as their vexation grows.


*

Here's a snake that bites its tail,
a question that can't stop questioning,
a feedback loop in fine fiddly detail,
a verbal perpetual motion machine!
It's a riddle
about a riddle!

(and the exclamation points are special delivery for Cass.)

CassandraW
09-09-2015, 07:18 AM
(and the exclamation points are special delivery for Cass.)

I stand alert and drop a turd
at the end of every line!
Don't trust yourself to merely words!
If you're excited, give a sign!

Kylabelle
09-09-2015, 07:20 AM
:roll:

Good one, but you know, you really telegraphed the answer.

CassandraW
09-09-2015, 07:24 AM
2.
My tawny skin, my slender belt
and darkly sweet aroma
invite anticipation while
unmatched my pleasures be

yet only is my essence felt
as meditative coma
when I'm destroyed - a dusty pile,
blue haze of memory

*

scoping out the pretty people
in sundry dark and smoky bars
remember when you read their signals
cigars are sometimes just cigars

Demeter
09-09-2015, 04:07 PM
I guessed poetinahat's first one but I kept tripping over that belt in the second one. Easier to write than solve them. I love Kylabelle's and Cassandra's answers as poems. Want more?

Kylabelle
09-09-2015, 04:20 PM
Of course! Thanks for starting this up (again) Demeter....

Demeter
09-09-2015, 07:41 PM
Two more:



They are old companions,
opposites in every way.
He is made of sturdier stuff
though subject to the ills of age.
She is versatile, impressionable,
sensitive to temperature,
reduced by heat to dissolution
in cold a golden girl.

They meet always with a close embrace.
She clings.
He is the better for it:
complementary opposites,
their differences are smoothed away.

**************

Source, font and reservoir,
granary and root cellar,
unshaped clay of prose and poetry,
whatever use you make of me,
I cannot be exhausted.
Harvest me.
Shelves are filled with preserves
from my bounty,
labelled, waiting to be opened,
their singular flavors set free.
They are my progeny,
myself remade.

Demeter
09-10-2015, 01:24 AM
Got it! Cassandra's last one.

Kylabelle
09-10-2015, 01:45 AM
Source, font and reservoir,
granary and root cellar,
unshaped clay of prose and poetry,
whatever use you make of me,
I cannot be exhausted.
Harvest me.
Shelves are filled with preserves
from my bounty,
labelled, waiting to be opened,
their singular flavors set free.
They are my progeny,
myself remade.

Ah, I used to be
so lovely and whole,
delighting the senses of all.

But the Tower of Babel did for that
when it caused my perfection to fall.

Now I lie shattered
but pick up the shards
and sing me a lay or two.
It's language I am
if that ever mattered
to any but me and you.

Demeter
09-10-2015, 01:50 AM
This morning I was thinking of preoccupations that have overtaken me at various times in my writing and how they come and go. This was the result:
VISITATIONS

They came uninvited, stayed too long,
the Muses’ distant relatives,
fifth or seventh cousins,
unmentioned by the family.

Not easy guests, obsessive,
insistent, imposing quirks and manias.
One, with a trunkful of masks
and disguises, spoke in riddles,
smug as the Sphinx
with her little half-smile.

Another, in kimono and obi,
wooden sandals at the door,
unrolled a tatami, settled in.
Exquisite, measured, precise,
she stood behind me as I wrote,
dictating her requisite numbers:

Five, seven and five,
five, seven and five, not more,
not less, not ever.

Salam, Sayonara, enough,
they left at last.
But who is that at the window?
What games do they want to play?

Kylabelle
09-10-2015, 02:36 AM
Now, that's a riddle for your own self, I reckon.

Meanwhile, I am honestly stumped by the first of your most recent two. I know once I see it or someone else gets it, or you tell, I will wonder how I could miss it but I am sure missing it right now.

Kylabelle
09-10-2015, 02:44 AM
Two more:



They are old companions,
opposites in every way.
He is made of sturdier stuff
though subject to the ills of age.
She is versatile, impressionable,
sensitive to temperature,
reduced by heat to dissolution
in cold a golden girl.

They meet always with a close embrace.
She clings.
He is the better for it:
complementary opposites,
their differences are smoothed away.



Okay, I think I've got it,
sod it.
Bread and butter
or I'm a nutter.

Demeter
09-10-2015, 04:50 AM
Close, and well-said,in itself but think of something more tangible and concrete containing words.

Demeter
09-10-2015, 04:53 AM
Yes it is and no, you're not.

Kylabelle
09-10-2015, 05:12 AM
Close, and well-said,in itself but think of something more tangible and concrete containing words.

A library then.

Demeter
09-10-2015, 03:54 PM
Smaller. You can hold it in your hand. Bigger ones have their own stands.

Kylabelle
09-10-2015, 03:57 PM
Oh, fiddle
it's a mean old riddle
to make me work so hard
for a dictionary!

:greenie

Demeter
09-10-2015, 05:06 PM
Let's blame it on the blooming riddle.

Bolen
09-10-2015, 09:18 PM
Such a great thread... I'm sure I will mega-suck at this, but yet I still want to play (at a much slower speed)


In silent service I await
To ripple at your excess
To keep you on a less full path
And capture all your success

The things I've seen can't be described
For sure, they really shouldn't
My voice has not the words to say
Yet if it did, I wouldn't

I cannot move, though 'movement' reigns
my bittersweet assignment
Though gleaming white, I have no veins
Yet thrive, despite confinement

Too easy, right?

Demeter
09-10-2015, 09:54 PM
To keep it poetic
and less diuretic,
am I right to say
the word resembles a triolet?

Welcome to the game. The players are few but brilliant.

Bolen
09-11-2015, 03:37 AM
To keep it poetic
and less diuretic,
am I right to say
the word resembles a triolet?

Welcome to the game. The players are few but brilliant.

Yes, yes, yes...A drop dead cinch for sure... and you're right to say they are easier to write than to solve...

Cheers, Bob

Kylabelle
09-11-2015, 03:49 AM
Not for me, for me it's easier to solve than come up with one.

(I guessed yours too, Bolen, haven't had time to post though. But it was a good one!)

Demeter
09-11-2015, 03:56 AM
Impossible to count,
I can mete out the hours
of your days.
Difficult to grasp,
I am the stuff of castle walls.
Water strengthens and swallows me.
Swept by the wind,
I swarm and sting.

**********************

Two families, five members each
live in houses side by side,
spend their working days indoors,
come out at night to socialize.

CassandraW
09-11-2015, 04:49 AM
Impossible to count,
I can mete out the hours
of your days.
Difficult to grasp,
I am the stuff of castle walls.
Water strengthens and swallows me.
Swept by the wind,
I swarm and sting.

**********************

Two families, five members each
live in houses side by side,
spend their working days indoors,
come out at night to socialize.

It gets into the picnic,
and burns your bare feet;
when at a nude beach
chafes the crack of your seat.
You'll never get all of it out of your shoes --
I'd do without sand, if I had to choose.

Bolen
09-11-2015, 04:29 PM
I am not pure bred
Mostly Russian some have said
Though quite cold to start
I might warm your heart
Should compadres of mine tag along

My Italian roots sigh
And my humor's quite dry
But the motto as we sup...
O Live it up!
As my thin glass will tinkle it's song

A little tougher perhaps, though with all the brainiacs here I may be overstating...

Demeter
09-11-2015, 11:15 PM
A mixed drink of some kind?

Bolen
09-12-2015, 02:08 AM
A mixed drink of some kind?

Of some kind, yes
Care to venture a guess?
No, no, no it's not Ensure

Demeter
09-12-2015, 04:03 AM
It seems to have an olive in it. Martini? But Russian and Italian? You've got me. Besides, you're dealing with
a non-drinker here.
Did you figure out the one about the two families? Here is a hint, if you need one:
Unless you're standing on your head
or lying flat-out on your bed,
look no further, look no more,
chances are they're on the floor.

Bolen
09-12-2015, 11:46 AM
It seems to have an olive in it. Martini? But Russian and Italian? You've got me. Besides, you're dealing with
a non-drinker here.
Did you figure out the one about the two families? Here is a hint, if you need one:
Unless you're standing on your head
or lying flat-out on your bed,
look no further, look no more,
chances are they're on the floor.

Yes, it's a Vodka Martini... (Russian Vodka, Italian Vermouth, o-live)

Your riddle jabbed short and neat
Was an upstanding poetic treat
That walked to it's owners beat
And must only be about feet...

Cheers, Bob

Demeter
09-13-2015, 05:31 AM
One more for the road. (That is not a clue)

Then, I wore the family's clothes,
big and small, grandma’s aprons,
baby’s bibs and diapers,
shirts, pajamas, underwear,
I wore them all outdoors,
on windy days kicked up a dance,
waved to neighbors, passers-by.
On city roofs, in country yards,
we were a faithful sisterhood.
Now, no longer needed,
outmoded, frayed, forgotten,
a perching place for sparrows,
we creak and sway alone.

Kylabelle
09-13-2015, 05:46 AM
*jumps up and down*

I know! I know! It's a clothesline!

And that is a really nice little poem, too, Demeter.

Bolen
09-13-2015, 03:22 PM
*jumps up and down*

I know! I know! It's a clothesline!

And that is a really nice little poem, too, Demeter.

Excellent jumping skills! I must confess however, I miss your answer cloaked in poetry...

Cheers, Bob

Demeter
09-13-2015, 03:23 PM
Thank you! The others were written some time ago but this is a new one.
How could I forget that clotheslines had another life as jump ropes?

Kylabelle
09-13-2015, 04:15 PM
Demeter, you're welcome! and I thought it was maybe new.

Bob, that's nice to hear. I was lazy. :)

Bolen
09-14-2015, 05:03 PM
Somebody stop me...seriously, Stop Me!

I am smaller, as it were, than a breadbox
And ride herd on your shirts, pants and foot sox
With my friends sans despair
Help them keep looking fair
So you primp longer looking, the style fox

I don’t come out that often, so true
But I’m tough, when I do what I do
While you might finger me
You cannot needle me
How’s that now…Is it working for you?

I need to get out more…

Cheers, Bob

Demeter
09-14-2015, 05:22 PM
An iron? If so,

Neatly pressed.
finely dressed,
creases, wrinkles smoothed away,
I'm ready to face this fine new day.

Kylabelle
09-14-2015, 05:38 PM
Bang the drum
and strike the cymbal!
Don't prick your thumb,
pick up that thimble!

(Actually, I dunno, maybe Demeter's right. First stanza kinda threw me.)

Bolen
09-14-2015, 07:28 PM
Bang the drum
and strike the cymbal!
Don't prick your thumb,
pick up that thimble!

(Actually, I dunno, maybe Demeter's right. First stanza kinda threw me.)

My lame, limping first stanza aside
Tis the thimble takes the ride
And though wounded in my pride
By the whole poem...I abide

Cheers, Bob

Kylabelle
09-14-2015, 07:32 PM
Well done, Bob; I can't do as well, that's for sure.

Bolen
09-14-2015, 07:36 PM
An iron? If so,

Neatly pressed.
finely dressed,
creases, wrinkles smoothed away,
I'm ready to face this fine new day.

Twas my first stanza led you astray
Had you 'pressed' on, you'd still win the day
Judge me not at the Hague
For a clue way too vague
Please don't 'needle' me too much....OK?

Cheers, Bob

Bolen
09-14-2015, 07:40 PM
Well done, Bob; I can't do as well, that's for sure.

Not just a lurker, perhaps...

Kylabelle
09-14-2015, 08:54 PM
Who, you? Nope, not no more. :greenie

ETA: Missed Demeter's neato proffer of "iron" in verse, and Bob's verse response. Nice!

Demeter
09-14-2015, 10:00 PM
I don't know how you did that, Kylabelle. Amazing powers of deduction. I was imagining someone spitting on their finger to
see if the iron was hot. Where did that come from? Ancestral memory? The needle was completely baffling.

Demeter
09-14-2015, 10:26 PM
A group of students, ten in all,
move up and down my patio
in consultation with their notes,
while just inside my paneled room,
a troupe of dancers in felt hats
imitate their rhythm
tapping to the beat.

Kylabelle
09-14-2015, 11:38 PM
I don't know how you did that, Kylabelle. Amazing powers of deduction. I was imagining someone spitting on their finger to
see if the iron was hot. Where did that come from? Ancestral memory? The needle was completely baffling.

:roll:

I don't know why but this cracked me up. I guess it was the "amazing powers" part.

And, to be honest? I think I got it telepathically. :greenie

Kylabelle
09-14-2015, 11:45 PM
A group of students, ten in all,
move up and down my patio
in consultation with their notes,
while just inside my paneled room,
a troupe of dancers in felt hats
imitate their rhythm
tapping to the beat.

I used to practice every day
in hopes that very soon I'd play
with skill and art and fine "brio"
good music on my piano.

Demeter
09-15-2015, 06:07 AM
What can I say except, Wonderful, I'm not surprised and good night? The motto for this game should be, "We write 'em, you solve 'em."

Demeter
09-16-2015, 03:31 AM
A fragile craft,
I fly without wings
and only as far as my captor allows.
Still, I struggle for freedom,
tug at my leash.
And, if I won, broke free,
followed the winds,
what then?
How far would I fly?
How long before my fall from grace?

Kylabelle
09-16-2015, 05:12 AM
A fragile craft,
I fly without wings
and only as far as my captor allows.
Still, I struggle for freedom,
tug at my leash.
And, if I won, broke free,
followed the winds,
what then?
How far would I fly?
How long before my fall from grace?

A cloud has no tether,
I doubt it's a feather
a hat in the breeze
or a kitty-cat's sneeze.

I shut my eyes tight
(will I get this one right?)
and guess, Yes! It's a kite!

Demeter
09-16-2015, 06:01 AM
Good answer and the right one. I noticed that a lot of people have been viewing this even if they are not taking part. Bob was the one who told me about AW and urged me to join. I'm glad that I did.

Bolen
09-16-2015, 08:43 AM
Good answer and the right one. I noticed that a lot of people have been viewing this even if they are not taking part. Bob was the one who told me about AW and urged me to join. I'm glad that I did.

I'm glad you did too Marjorie (hope I didn't say too much), and many others will soon be as well, as your resume cracks open wider and wider, and the wonder of your words finds a larger audience...

Cheers, Bob

Oh what the hell...why not?

Wax on...wax off
Amidst the brilliance
Shadowed walls and drapes undulate
I compete with the moon but not to win
I could never win...
But there's reading...perhaps even aloud
And lovers, ignoring me with silent gratitude
I burn with awe at my willing sacrifice..

Bolen
09-16-2015, 09:01 AM
I used to practice every day
in hopes that very soon I'd play
with skill and art and fine "brio"
good music on my piano.

Gotta love the "brio"

Cheers, Bob

Demeter
09-16-2015, 04:31 PM
A lovely one. And thank you for the kind words, Bob.

In a window, against the night,
a welcome, warming sight.
For the traveler, long away,
it says, "Come in, come in. Please stay."

Demeter
09-17-2015, 03:38 PM
In partnership we ply our trade,
linked like alpine climbers
though we travel on the flat.
I am the leader, trail-breaker,
sharp-eyed scout.
She follows at a steady pace,
marking, mapping, step by step
repairs the path for future use.
I take her as needed cross and back.
Running often saves us time.

As we go, the space between us shortens,
almost disappears,
then, in a snap, our partnership is finished,
severed without sentiment.
(She and her work are one)
Time then to return to my brothers,
keen and ready craftsmen,
bridling at loose ends.

Bolen
09-17-2015, 04:39 PM
In partnership we ply our trade,
linked like alpine climbers
though we travel on the flat.
I am the leader, trail-breaker,
sharp-eyed scout.
She follows at a steady pace,
marking, mapping, step by step
repairs the path for future use.
I take her as needed cross and back.
Running often saves us time.

As we go, the space between us shortens,
almost disappears,
then, in a snap, our partnership is finished,
severed without sentiment.
(She and her work are one)
Time then to return to my brothers,
keen and ready craftsmen,
bridling at loose ends.

With great reluctance, leave the bed
Toss water on this sleepy head
And check for riddles, which I've read
An ode, I think, to needle and thread?

Semi confident Cheers, Bob

Demeter
09-17-2015, 05:03 PM
A vote of condidence in your favor.

Kylabelle
09-17-2015, 05:45 PM
Nice work, both!

Bolen
09-18-2015, 11:22 AM
Would you look at the time...


If nothing else, I demand order
My personality, my purpose, my existence
Is to supply neatness; to regulate
Corners square…priorities insist and arrange
I love paperwork, by the way

You’d never know, to look at me
That I’m tough…I get the job done
My size would fool you
Often I work alone
My preference, “yes”
But occasionally, when pressed, I need help
My brothers pitch in

I have a low key insignificance
That belies my gritty strength
Tenacious, I cling to my principles
I never let go…not willingly
And even when forced, I may still draw blood
My commitment is all in…

Probably not my best...

Cheers, Bob

Kylabelle
09-18-2015, 01:56 PM
I was going to say, I'm stumped but it's still early. Then I thought, oh, maybe it's....

but it is DEFinitely too early to put my guess in a verse so, later.... Unless someone else with more wits about them comes along before I get to it. :)

Nice work, Bob!

Demeter
09-18-2015, 05:15 PM
It won't be me, at least not yet. I'm browsing the shelves of Office Depot, but I could be in the wrong store.

Bolen
09-18-2015, 05:25 PM
It won't be me, at least not yet. I'm browsing the shelves of Office Depot, but I could be in the wrong store.

The right genre for sure, but Staples would be an even better choice!

Bolen
09-19-2015, 01:02 PM
Would you look at the time...


If nothing else, I demand order
My personality, my purpose, my existence
Is to supply neatness; to regulate
Corners square…priorities insist and arrange
I love paperwork, by the way

You’d never know, to look at me
That I’m tough…I get the job done
My size would fool you
Often I work alone
My preference, “yes”
But occasionally, when pressed, I need help
My brothers pitch in

I have a low key insignificance
That belies my gritty strength
Tenacious, I cling to my principles
I never let go…not willingly
And even when forced, I may still draw blood
My commitment is all in…

Probably not my best...

Cheers, Bob

Seems this riddle was not too well clued
And with not enough facts, was imbued
I will try to redeem
And be less puzzle mean
For the riddles I write to be viewed

OK, ok, so I was a little vague. The answer I had in mind was a single 'staple'. First stanza clues... neatness, corners square, love's paperwork, etc. The 2nd Stanza was to get you to think small, and "I work alone" points to a single staple, but some times it takes 2 or 3... The 3rd Stanza again points to the small (insignificant) size of a staple, and the strength to hold tight. And, every now and then when you try to remove one (especially without the tool) you can get stuck and prick you finger on the point, thus the blood. It all made sense to me at the time, but...I never would have gotten it, and I guess I need to re-enroll in Clue 101...

Cheers, Bob

Kylabelle
09-19-2015, 01:49 PM
Not your flaws at all. I got lazy. And I had guessed a thumbtack or pushpin but if I had paid closer attention I'd have known better. :)

Demeter
09-19-2015, 04:06 PM
I never would have gotten it. If that's what you call lazy...I say Hats Off! The clues were there. I wasn't thinking small enough.

Bolen
09-19-2015, 07:22 PM
I never would have gotten it. If that's what you call lazy...I say Hats Off! The clues were there. I wasn't thinking small enough.

Leave it to me to think 'small':)

jaus tail
09-19-2015, 09:40 PM
I couldn't see any unsolved riddle in the discussion above. Here's one riddle that I made:



they say, "will power defeats me."
of fools the world ain't bereft
few acknowledge me
and may seek help. medicines perhaps.

i give pleasure
and snatch with joy;
watch you cry mirthlessly
with shame and grief.

another vow in your list:
this time it'll be last.
but of fools the world ain't bereft

my return announces your doom

just once you say
as you embrace me,
to fill the emptiness. go ahead, my friend,
life is too short
to not have me.

like a dog licking the floor
you accept your status.

of fools the world ain't bereft
another hug, and i smile
pull your cheek. my baby
or bitch.

another vow you make
that we know one day you'll break
for i give pleasure
and add self-hatred

Chrissy
09-19-2015, 10:59 PM
Been there, done that
Got the t-shirt and the hat
Ain't no fiction
That's addiction.

Kylabelle
09-19-2015, 11:12 PM
Chrissy is a classy lassy,
pulled herself right back from the brink.
She knows what she knows
and she's not gone crazy.
She's just not gonna ....

Blink!

hahahaahaha!

Chrissy
09-19-2015, 11:21 PM
Well now...

There's something to be said
for blinking in moderation.

It keeps the eyes lubricated, you see.

(That was free verse, amirite? :greenie )

Kylabelle
09-19-2015, 11:24 PM
I dunno. Did you charge anything for it?

:greenie

Chrissy
09-19-2015, 11:37 PM
I can't even give it away, sadly. :greenie

Demeter
09-20-2015, 01:37 AM
Try this one:

I am walking cross-country
on untrodden snow,
braced and guided in my trek,
bearing always west to east
through many turns and twists.

If you have followed in my prints,
traced my tracks this far,
you will know who set them down
and where at last they lead.

Kylabelle
09-20-2015, 02:40 AM
You did it. You stumped me. "West to east?" "Unbroken snow?"

NO idea.

Chrissy
09-20-2015, 04:15 AM
If it's not the weather
Knock me over with a feather

(More precisely, the jetstream)

Bolen
09-20-2015, 04:16 AM
Try this one:

I am walking cross-country
on untrodden snow,
braced and guided in my trek,
bearing always west to east
through many turns and twists.

If you have followed in my prints,
traced my tracks this far,
you will know who set them down
and where at last they lead.

Not giving up (yet) but not feeling too confident either...

Cheers, Bob

jaus tail
09-20-2015, 10:21 AM
some migratory bird?

Bolen
09-20-2015, 02:30 PM
Still trying for the balance of information

Sticky situations follow me
As well as a bad allergy
But I’m loved by most all
As a fast snack, on call
For a vegetable, that’s good to be

As a character, I can be smooth
To resist me, is tough to behoove
When it’s crunch time I’m there
Bread and butter compare
Smiling faces mean I hit the groove

Cheers, Bob

Chrissy
09-20-2015, 03:20 PM
Good with chocolate, good with celery
Peter Pan or Jif or Skippy
Peanut butter, how I love thee!

Bolen
09-20-2015, 11:38 PM
Good with chocolate, good with celery
Peter Pan or Jif or Skippy
Peanut butter, how I love thee!

A Bulls eye is what you just hit
Peter Pan, Jif or Skippy was it
You'd be quite a nutter
To avoid peanut butter
Loving jar after jar...every bit!

Cheers, Bob

Kylabelle
09-20-2015, 11:42 PM
Try this one:

I am walking cross-country
on untrodden snow,
braced and guided in my trek,
bearing always west to east
through many turns and twists.

If you have followed in my prints,
traced my tracks this far,
you will know who set them down
and where at last they lead.

Yes, bravo and brava, Bob and Chrissy, and now we need this one solved. (Unless as Chrissy offered, it's the weather/jet stream? Don't think it's a migratory bird but I dunno!)

I keep thinking something about a typewritten text (west to east/left to right and the snow is the white page) but that doesn't seem quite right.

I think we need another clue on this one.....

Demeter
09-20-2015, 11:59 PM
Not the weather or a bird. Kylabelle has come closest. A Sharpie, for sure.

With this one hint, or so I thINK,
you should solve it in a wINK.

Kylabelle
09-21-2015, 12:14 AM
A pen, then.

sheesh. :greenie

Bolen
09-21-2015, 01:46 AM
A pen, then.

sheesh. :greenie

And, not just any pen... A Sharpie!:hooray:

Demeter
09-22-2015, 01:38 AM
Better luck with this one:

Pale, unprepossessing,
we winter deep in burrows
wrapped only in our skins.
Our seeming-sleep precedes
a March Triumphant
with heralds in green livery
and trumpeters who make no sound,
whose color is their call.

Kylabelle
09-22-2015, 01:42 AM
Better luck with this one:

Pale, unprepossessing,
we winter deep in burrows
wrapped only in our skins.
Our seeming-sleep precedes
a March Triumphant
with heralds in green livery
and trumpeters who make no sound,
whose color is their call.

"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils...."

Demeter
09-22-2015, 05:10 AM
Won in a walk--you and Wordsworth.

Demeter
09-23-2015, 07:08 PM
Among twenty-eight brothers and sisters,
I am the dependent one.
While the others mix and mingle,
I wait for my brother,
not nearest but dearest,
to come quickly to my side.
Without him, I am a wallflower.
Together, we lead the quadrille.

Kylabelle
09-23-2015, 07:13 PM
There can be no question or quibble
that the letter 'q' answers this riddle.

_city_
09-23-2015, 08:49 PM
I come in life and leave in death,
in winter months I hold my breath;
without me life would leave you raw -
you'll find me in your kitchen's maw.

Demeter
09-23-2015, 08:50 PM
No question at all. And you did that in five minutes or less. Is that a record?

Kylabelle
09-23-2015, 09:05 PM
I come in life and leave in death,
in winter months I hold my breath;
without me life would leave you raw -
you'll find me in your kitchen's maw.

Oh, good one! I'll have to work on this one.


No question at all. And you did that in five minutes or less. Is that a record?

The 28 gave it away. But look! We have another player amongst us!

Demeter
09-24-2015, 04:05 AM
That's good. And a tough riddle to solve. It sounds edible and then it doesn't.

Demeter
09-24-2015, 06:29 AM
Ice? Water turned to ice? Probably not.

Kylabelle
09-24-2015, 01:51 PM
I keep wanting it to be food, or some kind of food, but the second line remains a puzzle.

Where are the smart people? Surely there are some around here?

Demeter
09-25-2015, 05:37 AM
Maybe City should give us a hint. What do you think?

Kylabelle
09-25-2015, 05:47 AM
If he will that would be useful. Maybe. :D

poetinahat
09-25-2015, 05:59 AM
A puzzle is a knot to be undone;
its loops must be untangled one by one.
Some yield to gentle tugs, like bands of silk -
but not this one... unless it could be milk?

Demeter
09-25-2015, 04:11 PM
While we ponder the imponderable:

A roof without a house below
supported by a stem,
I offer room enough for one,
two when gallantry prevails.
Days worst for you are best for me.
I nod and jostle in a throng.
Days clear and bright I languish,
thin and thirsting,
in the dark.

Demeter
09-25-2015, 05:12 PM
O, ancient Beast,
we stand where Oedipus once stood,
in utter puzzlement, brows creased.
Tell us, if you would be so good,
before we die a Pharaoh's death:
what, in winter, hold its breath?

poetinahat
09-25-2015, 05:25 PM
As we ponder breath that's held hibernally
I see another riddle is unfurled
The object, if I'm right, is used nocturnally
or in the daytime just as well. The world
is damper - and less dapper - for the fella
who leaves the house forsaking his umbrella

poetinahat
09-25-2015, 06:06 PM
It seldom comes on time
Too often it's deferred
But there's no Samson ever born
Whose might resists it 'til the morn
But once arrived, submission's quick
and sweet - and dark, and all the worlds
are possible and here.
But it stays awhile, no more -
and as it falls away, it's fought most gamely for.

It may ambush in a monotone
at times of inconvenience
and breaches stoutest defense
it may elude the desperate red-rimmed seeker's eyes

Capricious, maddening, consoling refuge
I've kept you waiting - take me now.

Demeter
09-25-2015, 09:36 PM
To lullabies
we close our eyes.
May care and worries all forsake us
wherever sleep and dreams should take us.

Kylabelle
09-26-2015, 01:16 AM
Nicely answered, Demeter!

Demeter
09-26-2015, 05:15 AM
I loved the riddle and also your quote from Eavan Boland.

Demeter
09-27-2015, 04:54 AM
Fortress and jailer, gated cage,
a tree’s wild spirit rages in my keep.
Its many tongues spit fury,
resisting capture to the last.
I stand strong while the watchman sleeps,
trusting to my vigilance
the cat, the rug, his slippered feet.

Kylabelle
09-27-2015, 05:05 AM
I come in life and leave in death,
in winter months I hold my breath;
without me life would leave you raw -
you'll find me in your kitchen's maw.


a riddle lost
in the room's dark corner
begins to wither all alone:
carrion, food for a raven.

I have to guess
for the sake of order,
my chance little better than none.
I'm guessing the answer is "oven".

Demeter
09-27-2015, 05:37 AM
Close but not quite.

Kylabelle
09-27-2015, 05:47 AM
Close but not quite.

Okay, but I was guessing the one _city_ posted, not yours. :)

I have a different guess for yours but was going to wait and see if someone else will chime in for it.

I hope _city_ will return and let me know if I got it right, or not!

Bolen
09-27-2015, 11:44 AM
I branch out like the letter V
Unhinged, I would be useless
And sometimes while it’s smooth I be
I’m better off not toothless

I often sit for days unused
Unneeded and ignored
But in a pinch I’m not refused
You’re happy I was stored

With errant wooded injuries
My value quotient soars
Or eyebrows raised in victory
Then my performance roars…

Cheers, Bob (why the hell am I not sleeping???)

Bolen
09-27-2015, 11:51 AM
Okay, but I was guessing the one _city_ posted, not yours. :)

I have a different guess for yours but was going to wait and see if someone else will chime in for it.

I hope _city_ will return and let me know if I got it right, or not!


Where have all the 'cities' gone...long time passing?

Bolen
09-27-2015, 11:58 AM
To lullabies
we close our eyes.
May care and worries all forsake us
wherever sleep and dreams should take us.

Great riddle in a poem piah, followed by this sleepy right answer....

Kylabelle
09-27-2015, 12:54 PM
Fortress and jailer, gated cage,
a tree’s wild spirit rages in my keep.
Its many tongues spit fury,
resisting capture to the last.
I stand strong while the watchman sleeps,
trusting to my vigilance
the cat, the rug, his slippered feet.

Winter's chill be fierce without
faithful Woodstove, hot and stout.

Kylabelle
09-27-2015, 12:59 PM
I branch out like the letter V
Unhinged, I would be useless
And sometimes while it’s smooth I be
I’m better off not toothless

I often sit for days unused
Unneeded and ignored
But in a pinch I’m not refused
You’re happy I was stored

With errant wooded injuries
My value quotient soars
Or eyebrows raised in victory
Then my performance roars…

Cheers, Bob (why the hell am I not sleeping???)

For young'uns and for geezers,
sometimes there's need for tweezers.

(My first thought was those old rabbit-ears television antennae, but, no....)

Demeter
09-27-2015, 03:46 PM
Close enough. I was seeing a fireplace.

Kylabelle
09-27-2015, 04:43 PM
Close enough. I was seeing a fireplace.

Ah! Well, I thought "gated cage" might not be a fireplace cause not every fireplace has a screen, but oh well! :D

Demeter
09-28-2015, 06:06 PM
I trace my history to still waters,
ponds and quiet pools.
Within me, a portrait reappears
and vanishes, changing over time,
composite, yet unique.
Don't look to me to mask or flatter.
Light and truth are all that matter.

Bolen
09-28-2015, 11:26 PM
I trace my history to still waters,
ponds and quiet pools.
Within me, a portrait reappears
and vanishes, changing over time,
composite, yet unique.
Don't look to me to mask or flatter.
Light and truth are all that matter.

With your direction
My guess...reflection

Here's looking' at you Cheers, Bob

Demeter
09-29-2015, 01:43 AM
Almost. One step more, said Alice.

_city_
09-29-2015, 07:28 AM
I come in life and leave in death,
in winter months I hold my breath;
without me life would leave you raw -
you'll find me in your kitchen's maw.

I apologize for my absence,
here's a hint for those askew:
an oven is the "kitchen's maw",
I wonder what it offers food?

In winter months the sun is far,
and snow and wind abound;
yet we can cuddle, making this,
to keep us safe and sound.

One last clue for those in need,
or who really love the game;
it's capitalized in basketball,
Miami owns this name.

Bolen
09-29-2015, 07:52 AM
Almost. One step more, said Alice...
Dancing through the looking glass

Cheers, Bob

Kylabelle
09-29-2015, 06:30 PM
I apologize for my absence,
here's a hint for those askew:
an oven is the "kitchen's maw",
I wonder what it offers food?

In winter months the sun is far,
and snow and wind abound;
yet we can cuddle, making this,
to keep us safe and sound.

One last clue for those in need,
or who really love the game;
it's capitalized in basketball,
Miami owns this name.

How neat!
The answer's HEAT.

Google can solve it even if we can't. hahahaha

*note to self: if the answer isn't a physical object, it might be a quality. Duh!

Good one, _city_. Thanks!

Demeter
09-29-2015, 10:17 PM
Not a riddle, just a reflection:


Said the Wicked Queen,
Summarily, I order thee,
dare not ever come between
my friend and lovely Royal Me.
He may be glass, but never fear,
he tells me what I want to hear.

Demeter
09-29-2015, 10:27 PM
Finally! I knew it couldn't be a Dolphin, the only Miami sports team name I know.

Demeter
09-30-2015, 10:59 PM
Twins, though often found
a little way apart.
Multiform, we cling and swing
like mountaineers
to the lips of jutting ledges.
Released, we reunite,
rejoin our companions,
a sorority of twins.

Kylabelle
09-30-2015, 11:09 PM
Okay, you did it, I am stumped.

Demeter
10-02-2015, 09:52 PM
Want some help? I have some clues lined up, if you do.

Kylabelle
10-02-2015, 10:48 PM
Yep. Unless it's feet. (but "sorority"?)

Clues would probably help.

Bolen
10-02-2015, 11:13 PM
Yep. Unless it's feet. (but "sorority"?)

Clues would probably help.

'Feet' kinda sorta fits...and is a good first guess... I actually hope that's it because I've already gone to the trouble of putting you on a pedestal...

Cheers, Bob

Kylabelle
10-02-2015, 11:46 PM
hahahaha! Bad idea. Feet would have to be of clay anyway.

Demeter
10-03-2015, 12:20 AM
Not feet. Far from feet. 60 vertical inches, at least.

Let me try to pierce this plight,
spring the catch and cast some light.
The mountain face, its crags and peak,
are with us always as we speak.
As for those who dangle there,
when they drop, the ledge is bare.

Six clues. Can't think of any more.
Whoops! Someone's ringing at my door.
I look forward to another post.
Solve this and we'll raise a toast.

( Make that nine clues in all)

Kylabelle
10-03-2015, 12:48 AM
*pedestal for sale, cheap*

I can't think of much but twinned body parts like eyes, lips -- but that sorority of twins bit stumps me.

Come on, smart people, where are you?

Demeter
10-03-2015, 07:16 AM
Listen! What's that ringing, piercing sound?

Bolen
10-03-2015, 02:58 PM
*pedestal for sale, cheap*

I can't think of much but twinned body parts like eyes, lips -- but that sorority of twins bit stumps me.

Come on, smart people, where are you?

I'd rather be smart, than good looking, but that's out of my hands... The only 'toast' I'll be raising is either soggy or burnt...This clue does not 'ring' a bell with me... First we're 60-inches away from feet, then we're on a mountain ledge. (BTW, pedestals have no resale value...so don't chuck it yet). If you could save the earth, or cure cancer by solving this Kbelle I'm sure you would...I got a quarter says you can do this!!!

Cheers, Bob

Kylabelle
10-03-2015, 03:39 PM
WAH!!!

telephone. no that's far too outdated and plus twins.

alarm clock doorbell fecking smoke alarm, twins?

:censored

Demeter
10-03-2015, 05:11 PM
Can you hEAR it? It's RINGing again. Somebody answer!

Kylabelle
10-03-2015, 05:34 PM
*sigh*

Earrings, and she had to give it away.

:e2bummed:

Bolen
10-03-2015, 06:59 PM
*sigh*

Earrings, and she had to give it away.

:e2bummed:

Really? Are you sure it's earrings? What if it's a trick to throw us off the scent...she's clue cagey ya know... Just be sure!!! 11am, and I need a beer... Sheeese

Kylabelle
10-03-2015, 08:15 PM
I am never sure. :greenie

Demeter
10-03-2015, 08:33 PM
No, I wouldn't throw you off. I dropped every kind of earring I could think of along the trail. So, the pedestal is a little tilted. That's all right. So is the Tower
of Pisa and it's still standing.

Kylabelle
10-03-2015, 08:37 PM
You did great. Not sure why that one stumped me, but there ya go.

Demeter
10-05-2015, 06:28 PM
It would be so good if more riddle-makers and solvers would join us. Cassandra had the good idea of answering in verse. City, we're ready to be baffled again. Poetinahat, another
wonderful one, please. And Bob, ready when you are. In the meantime:
Though one rests weightless
on a fingertip,
its hordes will conquer cities,
met by some with shouts of welcome,
by others with dismay.
Occupation is short-lived,
a season's span or less,
vanquished by an overlord
who, from miles away, sends out
his fierce, imperious glare.

Bolen
10-07-2015, 06:31 AM
Too tired to solve one, but see if this one brings you round...

I am not Joe’s liver, or elbow, or spleen
I’m just Joe…
My fluid movements let me mug for the camera
And I bring the heat, almost always the heat
Though occasionally I’m stirred not shaken
And teamed with ice
Some think I’m sweet, some say bitter
No matter, I still reward their nasal passages
A contrary chap with multiple complexions and complexities…
Oh yes, I’ve won the Americas Cup
Though I’ve never sailed a knot
I’m sure I know you…Do you know me?

Cheers, Bob

Bolen
10-07-2015, 02:57 PM
It would be so good if more riddle-makers and solvers would join us. Cassandra had the good idea of answering in verse. City, we're ready to be baffled again. Poetinahat, another
wonderful one, please. And Bob, ready when you are. In the meantime:
Though one rests weightless
on a fingertip,
its hordes will conquer cities,
met by some with shouts of welcome,
by others with dismay.
Occupation is short-lived,
a season's span or less,
vanquished by an overlord
who, from miles away, sends out
his fierce, imperious glare.

Pretty sure I've got this all wrong
Yet it seems like a similar song
Either way, it's not do or die
So my guess; The Monarch Butterfly?

The "vanquished" line has me doubting however, so, my pedestal is a seat...and I'll sit down now...

Cheers, Bob

Demeter
10-07-2015, 05:01 PM
No, the Monarchs would be in Mexico.

Demeter
10-07-2015, 05:09 PM
About your riddle--

Black and hold the sweet and low.
No lait, no latte, no cinnamon stick.
Just caffeine and make it quick.

Black, no latte, no sweet and low.
Just caffeine. You got it, Joe.

_city_
10-07-2015, 09:52 PM
Adoring legions dance for you,
they think you're hot, and know you're cool;
they smile and wave, and spin the room,
while leashes dangle, clink, and groove.

Bolen
10-11-2015, 04:39 PM
What's the reason that witch rhymes with bitch?
Is the answer a double pole switch?
It's no riddle I pose
Just a question in prose
Trying to hic cup this thread past the hitch...

No folks, don't try to solve this one... I'm just trying to pull this thread out of limbo, and get some new Demeter riddles or Kbelle solutions, or new eyes and voices... Will I succeed...now there's the riddle, and only 'you' have the answer...

Cheers, Bob

Demeter
10-11-2015, 10:57 PM
I could use some help with City's riddle.
If anyone wants it, this is a clue to my last one:

Put on your earmuffs, your gloves and your shawl.
Look out! Here comes a crystal ball!

Bolen
10-12-2015, 04:03 PM
I could use some help with City's riddle.
If anyone wants it, this is a clue to my last one:

Put on your earmuffs, your gloves and your shawl.
Look out! Here comes a crystal ball!

This 'City' riddle fuddles me
The answer hides, I cannot see
But 'fore Ms Kbelle takes the cake
I'll forth my guess, a white snow flake

Pretty confident here with your latest clue. btw, Maine holds memories for us as well:)

Cheers, Bob

Demeter
10-12-2015, 06:55 PM
Yes, you're right. I miss Kbelle. I hope she comes back. And that City checks in.

_city_
10-12-2015, 09:24 PM
Adoring legions dance for you,
they think you're hot, and know you're cool;
they smile and wave, and spin the room,
while leashes dangle, clink, and groove.


A sword-fighter with roughly five blades,
appears at concerts and football games,
they cling to the ceiling or hide in a box;
Can you guess? They love the Red Sox.

Asian women hide their faces,
with these wooden, lacy play-things,
I'm out of clues, 1 syllable this time,
it's a three letter word I hope you CAN rhyme.

Demeter
10-13-2015, 02:04 AM
It must be a fan, but I wouldn't have gotten it without your help. "They love the Red Sox" is a great line.

_city_
10-14-2015, 07:07 AM
yup :) I'm not trying to be so vague, but reading them back they really are. My bad.

Demeter
10-14-2015, 03:43 PM
It could be our lameness and not your vagueness. I'm still puzzled by the leashes in the last line.

_city_
10-14-2015, 10:14 PM
Ceiling fans have those little chains that dangle that you pull to adjust the speed.

Bolen
10-15-2015, 12:41 AM
Ceiling fans have those little chains that dangle that you pull to adjust the speed.

I guess the confusion or lameness comes from tending to think of one thing (me anyway), like a tweezers, or thimble, and in thinking that way, all the clues apply to it... In the case of 'fan', well there's a hand fan, sports fan, exhaust fan, ceiling fan, window fan, attic fan, and the myriad of clues all apply to fan, but not all apply to all fans... Now I'm not being critical, I'm just trying to rationalize my lameness, so that I don't overeat, or have to take meds...:hooray: Cheers, Bob (Yes, it was a good riddle)

Magdalen
10-15-2015, 04:01 AM
Unwieldy, unwanted and usually white,
they've been spotted grey, floppy ears in flight;
paisley pink cases of hallucination
(subjects prone to bouts of alienation)
often appear in visions or delusions;
a symbol of the party of exclusions
so-not-grand, musty-old, practically extinct,
excepting circuses, India and ink.

Whaddya think?

Bolen
10-15-2015, 05:54 AM
Unwieldy, unwanted and usually white,
they've been spotted grey, floppy ears in flight;
paisley pink cases of hallucination
(subjects prone to bouts of alienation)
often appear in visions or delusions;
a symbol of the party of exclusions
so-not-grand, musty-old, practically extinct,
excepting circuses, India and ink.

Whaddya think?

The evidence is weighty and bold
And perhaps just a mite over sold
But I'd bet my left $%#@ I'm triumphant
This is Dumbo or some graceful pink elephant...

Cheers, Bob (Unless I've been lured by the obvious to an elephant sized error)

Demeter
10-15-2015, 06:13 AM
Elephants, I would think.
But, let's hope, not extinct.
Not pink or white or GOP
but the ones of noble majesty.

Demeter
10-15-2015, 06:20 AM
A first. A simultaneous solution. Two minds working as one.

Demeter
10-15-2015, 08:33 PM
Magdalen, I'm glad you joined the game. I was beginning to think the thread was running out.
See what you can do with this one:

Older by months
than the upstart row of stones
surrounding me.
Unchanged since Eve
met the apple,I accompanied
your breakfast toast.

Seated in my cave,
I have told stories
since words began.

Without me, letters
would be open secrets.
I am a child’s retaliation,
cook’s judicious friend.

Think of the hand on a harp,
fingers on keyboard and bow.
Like them, I am part of an ensemble,
giving the silent strings
a voice. Together, we call the tune.

Kylabelle
10-16-2015, 03:53 PM
*sidebar:

Y'all, sorry to have disappeared with no notice there. My only excuse is that my thinkery got tired. And I see the thread is slowly acquiring participants. So.... carry on and I will maybe get rested up in the brain cells eventually.

/end sidebar

Also, for the above, tongue comes to mind.

But no fair looking until you make your own guess!

Bolen
10-18-2015, 06:33 AM
*sidebar:

Y'all, sorry to have disappeared with no notice there. My only excuse is that my thinkery got tired. And I see the thread is slowly acquiring participants. So.... carry on and I will maybe get rested up in the brain cells eventually.

/end sidebar

Also, for the above, tongue comes to mind.

But no fair looking until you make your own guess!

Hickory, dickery, dock
K-belle's thinker ran out of clock
Could no longer see fun
Thought solutions were done
But it's self doubt she now outta hock!

Welcome back, if only to say...??? Hey, who hid her Pedestal...we're not done with that yet...

Cheers, Bob

Bolen
10-19-2015, 11:25 AM
Magdalen, I'm glad you joined the game. I was beginning to think the thread was running out.
See what you can do with this one:

Older by months
than the upstart row of stones
surrounding me.
Unchanged since Eve
met the apple,I accompanied
your breakfast toast.

Seated in my cave,
I have told stories
since words began.

Without me, letters
would be open secrets.
I am a child’s retaliation,
cook’s judicious friend.

Think of the hand on a harp,
fingers on keyboard and bow.
Like them, I am part of an ensemble,
giving the silent strings
a voice. Together, we call the tune.

These seem like they are really good clues
But my brain authors nothing to choose
Though there's nothing at risk, or to lose
I am left with a bill owing dues

Having a duh moment...Bob

Demeter
10-20-2015, 01:31 AM
I can offer you these in the way of tips:
Do you smell dinner?
Are you licking your lips?
Taste buds waiting? Salivating?
I’ll tell you when it’s time for dining,
Now, no more of your questions and whining.

poetinahat
10-28-2015, 03:30 AM
Away from the poet's cut and thrust
I withered, leaves dried and dropping from the wreath
upon my hoary head - but piece together clues, I must...
then - Eureka! I found a stony arc - my teeth

and now, I feel restored, revived, and young...
enough! Withal, I give to you... the tongue

(splendid riddle!)

Demeter
10-28-2015, 05:12 AM
And a splendid reply! Welcome back. Your laurel wreath becomes you well.

poetinahat
10-28-2015, 06:01 AM
Thank you! I'm so glad you started this game. It's a wonder!
...

the echoes of our universal age
and new unknown longings
set free, only to be pressed
into tiny canyon walls
and glyphed on log-slice prisms
as shivery spindled tree-ring chronicles

turn after turn, a hundred turns
for a three-minute envelope
read by a divining eye
curled like a diamond down a drain
over and over
now, turn it over

poetinahat
10-29-2015, 07:23 AM
(Well, it made sense in my mind. If you'd like something more to go on, please ask!)

Demeter
10-30-2015, 06:15 AM
Yes, more please.

poetinahat
10-30-2015, 07:16 AM
for those whose minds are 'sound', this invention
carries waves of medicine
it's round and roundly attributed
to the mind of T Alva Edison

it allows us to convey
the language universal
though it's generations obsolete,
its demise may be in reversal

Bolen
10-30-2015, 11:59 AM
for those whose minds are 'sound', this invention
carries waves of medicine
it's round and roundly attributed
to the mind of T Alva Edison

it allows us to convey
the language universal
though it's generations obsolete,
its demise may be in reversal

Holiest of Holy Crap
Your clues are stabbing like a tap
Into a cask of top shelf beer
And spinning sounds we want to hear
And to think I've solved this makes me laugh
You've surely chose the phonograph...

Nothing quite like non-sensible, rhyming reasoning...

Btw... Happy Halloween
http://www.merriam-webster.com/top-ten-lists/monster-of-the-day/homepage.jpg (http://www.merriam-webster.com/top-ten-lists/monster-of-the-day/chupacabra.html)

Spooky Cheers, Bob

poetinahat
10-30-2015, 12:05 PM
TA DA!! We have a champion
to grace the poets' pantheon!
Its ranks are swollen with another
name, O Bolen! Well done, brother!

Bolen
10-30-2015, 04:27 PM
TA DA!! We have a champion
to grace the poets' pantheon!
Its ranks are swollen with another
name, O Bolen! Well done, brother!

A nice and nifty riddle, not too hard (I know this cause I solved it) but a fun and cleverly put together poem, with waves of medicine, and obsolete, and sound minds, and T Alva...all great clues...

Cheers, Bob

Demeter
10-31-2015, 04:35 AM
A new one and probably no challenge at all for the champion.

Many-eyed and sightless,
a flag-decked spire marks
my birth and burial place
(for me they are the same)
Mole, my busy neighbor,
brother to me in blindness,
comes and goes at will.
Not I. I dream the day
I will be lifted into light,
feel warmth against my skin.
What then?
There is no one here to tell me.
The grown ones all have gone.

Bolen
11-01-2015, 08:03 AM
A new one and probably no challenge at all for the champion.

Many-eyed and sightless,
a flag-decked spire marks
my birth and burial place
(for me they are the same)
Mole, my busy neighbor,
brother to me in blindness,
comes and goes at will.
Not I. I dream the day
I will be lifted into light,
feel warmth against my skin.
What then?
There is no one here to tell me.
The grown ones all have gone.

Half of what's written here makes me want to say "Potato"
The problem is the other half thinks that's a spud...I mean dud...

I dunno...

Cheers, Bob

Demeter
11-01-2015, 04:17 PM
The winner and still Champion.

Bolen
11-02-2015, 09:17 AM
If you’re waiting for clues, get a grip
Do not let your mental mind slip
Try to fasten your brain
To my clues, though inane
You can’t tell where you’ll find the best tip

Frick and Frack, Ying and Yang, that’s my deal
My two parts, A and B, to be real
I can’t make it as one
Being two's, much more fun
Holding all that you want with great zeal

While half of me’s softer and loopy
My counterparts hooked into groupy
On our own we are lame
Teaming up we’ve got game
Can you name me without getting droopy?

Who's got the handle on this solution?
Who's got the brainwaves and constitution?
Will it be Kylabelle
Is she listening, to tell
Or will some newbie quell all confusion?

Cheers, Bob

Bolen
11-10-2015, 05:28 PM
Sew, my riddle is riddling alone
Seems it's stuck in a non-sticking zone
But a seamstress might know
As a Stripper might show
Not a zipper, but don't hang the phone...

I think, I just gifted the answer...

Cheers, Bob

Bolen
11-12-2015, 02:29 AM
Sew, my riddle is riddling alone
Seems it's stuck in a non-sticking zone
But a seamstress might know
As a Stripper might show
Not a zipper, but don't hang the phone...

I think, I just gifted the answer...

Cheers, Bob

Hello? Nothing?? Nobody??? Cough if you're out there...

poetinahat
11-12-2015, 02:38 AM
Peacock feathers, potatoes, and Argus the stern
with multiple unseeing eyes cannot learn
to use them as this deft invention has shown:
Is it velcro? If not, then I'll slink off alone...

Bolen
11-12-2015, 03:04 AM
Remain as you are, and slink off not
The answer is Velcro, as de-riddler, you're HOT!!!
Cheers, Bob

poetinahat
11-13-2015, 03:13 AM
as a riddle-maker, i am deliberate,
or slow - the time i take to deliver it
thuds onward, like a square wheel
(or at least that's how i feel!)

it may take a grade-D miracle
to set this game in motion.
it may be an entertainers' circle
or a symbol of devotion -
or infinity.

Or, wait: a square,
a place where
two combatants, round by round,
square off... until one hits the ground.

And yet, it may be a sound,
a signal, a call to come around.

Bolen
11-13-2015, 11:32 AM
as a riddle-maker, i am deliberate,
or slow - the time i take to deliver it
thuds onward, like a square wheel
(or at least that's how i feel!)

it may take a grade-D miracle
to set this game in motion.
it may be an entertainers' circle
or a symbol of devotion -
or infinity.

Or, wait: a square,
a place where
two combatants, round by round,
square off... until one hits the ground.

And yet, it may be a sound,
a signal, a call to come around.

Can't imagine a life of square wheels
As our car culture plummets and reels
And of miracle D
Without A, B, or C
I'm encircled with uncertain feels

But no matter as confusion sings
Your riddle, among other things
Seems precisely to be
At least as seems to me
About all sorts, of all kinds of rings

Can I issue a solid "Yeah Me?"
Or did I lose the forest for tree
Is my answer all wet
Did the house win my bet
Can I sleep now, and dream "Let It Be"

Cheers, Bob

poetinahat
11-13-2015, 11:59 AM
A ring indeed. Answered with a rhyme, and
so you top it off with a diamond!

Demeter
11-14-2015, 05:18 AM
Cheers for both, let praises abound.
Though I caught the ring
on the second go-round.
no excuses, no pardon to beg.
I was riding a horse with a wooden leg.

Demeter
11-14-2015, 06:17 PM
.

Demeter
11-14-2015, 06:23 PM
A traveler, moving in two ways at once,
the truth is, I never depart.
Trust me to return always in time
to where my journeys start.
Seven Romans travel with me,
though those who orbit in our fleet
keep a certain distance,
never meet.

A singular body, such is my lot;
my extremities freeze
while my waistline’s degrees
are decidedly, tropically hot.
In between, lie all that's known,
from unhatched egg to fossil bone.

In photos, I appear to be blue,
though that may be partially true,
close up, my aspect will range
with each hourly change
dependent on one’s point of view,
which brings me around
to a riddlesome plea:
where would you be without me?

And I must say, to add one more clue,
what would I be without you?

Bolen
11-15-2015, 03:41 AM
A traveler, moving in two ways at once,
the truth is, I never depart.
Trust me to return always in time
to where my journeys start.
Seven Romans travel with me,
though those who orbit in our fleet
keep a certain distance,
never meet.

A singular body, such is my lot;
my extremities freeze
while my waistline’s degrees
are decidedly, tropically hot.
In between, lie all that's known,
from unhatched egg to fossil bone.

In photos, I appear to be blue,
though that may be partially true,
close up, my aspect will range
with each hourly change
dependent on one’s point of view,
which brings me around
to a riddlesome plea:
where would you be without me?

And I must say, to add one more clue,
what would I be without you?

A lovely poem, about my home, which I
share with a Billion, or so.
It's the ride that I take, in this life which
I bake, trying to act like I know what I know

While revolving rotating, yet never de-gateing
the path is for eons prescribed
Can be hot, can be cold, cab be dry, or with mold
by no single sentence described.

Complex and contained, laws of physics maintained
Mother Nature shows badass or mirth
It was here before words; reptile, mammal or birds
If it's names that you want, call it Earth

Cheers, Bob

Demeter
11-15-2015, 05:05 AM
Yes! and your answer is wonderful, a very good poem in itself.

Bolen
11-26-2015, 10:38 AM
Here's a riddle:

Why are there no more riddles?
I am baffled and sad
A belated "too bad"
Trying hard to encourage more mental diddles...

Cheers, Bob

Demeter
11-28-2015, 02:33 AM
Maybe poetinahat's "square wheels" are turning. Let's hope.

Bolen
12-10-2015, 05:16 PM
I am still chasing after this thrill
Though lately too silent, not shrill
But I will make it back
When my life's back on track
And 'To Do' list is closer to nil

Riddle-osheous Cheers, Bob

Bolen
12-11-2015, 08:46 AM
If you have this, or know this, or own this
It's a little like having a twin...I suppose
This twin has no voice, yet
talks incessantly, questioning, beyond reason
This twin has no arms, yet
points always at you
This twin has no eyes, yet
sees your failings, weaknesses
your slimy profits, and your phoniness

This twin has no ears, yet hears your
pathetic excuses if only to laugh and stare
To bad you didn't know he (or she) was there
before you...whatever
It's late in the game now, your sleep is the victim
This twin has enmeshed and entwined, and vined into
your fiber. He (or she) is more you than you
So, so appropriate that he (or she) is spoken of here
in a poetic riddle.

Cheers, Bob

CassandraW
12-11-2015, 08:57 AM
If I'm right, a sociopath lacks this twin
No conscience has he; he's empty within.

Bolen
12-11-2015, 09:13 AM
In other words, my lovely, he (or she) is 'riddled with guilt'
How's that for 'riddling' eh?

Btw, are you back just to solve me, or will you be residing a while

Cheers, Bob (You've been missed)

CassandraW
12-11-2015, 09:26 AM
Thank you.

I'll come back with a riddle, though not tonight. It's bedtime!

Bolen
12-11-2015, 09:34 AM
Thank you.

I'll come back with a riddle, though not tonight. It's bedtime!


Ha ha ha ha ha...I could've sworn you said it was bedtime...

CassandraW
12-11-2015, 07:24 PM
A despot in an ivory cage,
never freed, not always sage,
but ruling and controlling all.
His kingdom falters if he falls.

RedRajah
12-11-2015, 07:25 PM
A tongue?

CassandraW
12-11-2015, 07:25 PM
No.

Bolen
12-12-2015, 01:50 AM
A despot in an ivory cage,
never freed, not always sage,
but ruling and controlling all.
The kingdom falters if he falls.

Obama??? (I jest)

CassandraW
12-12-2015, 01:53 AM
No.

It's funny -- when I write these things, they seem childishly easy to guess. But then again, I suppose when one writes them, one already knows the answer!

If this one proves challenging, I'll add a second verse (probably a silly one -- you are forewarned).


ETA: I changed one word. It probably won't help.


ETA:

I wrote a second silly verse that should surely make you guess it. But I won't post it unless someone asks.

CassandraW
12-12-2015, 02:25 AM
OK, I can't resist. I'm going to post my second verse, but white out the last two lines, which totally give it away. Highlight it if you want to read them.

His prison sits atop his kingdom --
there he doth command and brood;
but free him from his ivory cage,
he's fit for naught but zombie food.

Demeter
12-12-2015, 05:42 AM
The brain?

CassandraW
12-12-2015, 05:47 AM
The brain?


Yep! Did you get it with or without the whited-out text (just curious).

Demeter
12-12-2015, 06:00 PM
I got it after rereading the first one a few times. I forgot your rule about answering in rhyme. So:
Winnie-the-Pooh had only fluff,
Albert Einstein more than enough,
that still-mysterious terrain,
wonder-of-wonders,
the human brain.

Bolen
12-13-2015, 04:08 AM
I got it after rereading the first one a few times. I forgot your rule about answering in rhyme. So:
Winnie-the-Pooh had only fluff,
Albert Einstein more than enough,
that still-mysterious terrain,
wonder-of-wonders,
the human brain.

Good thing you caught your own error and corrected it, thus avoiding a spanking...

Hmmm, now if only K-belle and PIAH would show up and hang a while... And, I thought I spotted some new blood briefly, Red Rajah. Perhaps he has a riddle to post... Btw, did I remember to say, nice solving!!!

Demeter
12-15-2015, 08:47 PM
Tasted, shaken, mined and shed,
I dwell in soup and grieve the dead,
I am, proverbially, of the earth,
of ancient, ever-present worth.
The wise and thrifty find a way
to save me for a “rainy day.”

Though my span is wide and deep,
borne by tides both spring and neap,
be sparing, cautious, please take heed.
A small amount is all you need.

CassandraW
12-15-2015, 09:32 PM
Found in human sweat and tears;
elemental to the sea and earth --
cheap and plentiful salt is,
but do not underrate its worth.

Demeter
12-16-2015, 05:31 AM
Right! And you solved it before I corrected a misspelling. I like your answer very much. I'm glad you're back.

CassandraW
12-16-2015, 11:18 PM
Thank you! It's fun to be back.

I am wrestling with both a work mess and my quasi-epic poem today, but I will be back with a riddle soon. I have one simmering on a back burner.

Demeter
12-17-2015, 06:09 PM
Good! I look forward to it.

Bolen
12-18-2015, 07:46 AM
Thank you! It's fun to be back.

I am wrestling with both a work mess and my quasi-epic poem today, but I will be back with a riddle soon. I have one simmering on a back burner.

I am in awe of your back burners, and wait for the flames to gush out product... I think I've said enough

CassandraW
12-19-2015, 02:57 AM
Though some ascribe to me emotion,
I cannot feel love or devotion,
nor does courage have a home in me --
but while I work, such things may be.

jaus tail
12-22-2015, 08:08 PM
mind?

CassandraW
12-22-2015, 08:15 PM
nope.

ETA:

(this is another one I was thinking was too easy, but perhaps I miscalculated again!)

Demeter
12-22-2015, 11:09 PM
Heart?

CassandraW
12-22-2015, 11:21 PM
Heart?

Correctly has Demeter guessed --
she solved my puzzle once again.
I must devise some sterner test
of her clever, agile brain.

Demeter
12-23-2015, 06:16 AM
Organ and symbol,
both central to art.
Life-giving and loving,
the versatile heart.

Demeter
12-30-2015, 09:04 PM
Severed, exiled from my northern home,
dressed in necklaces and baubles,
crowned, a cynosure
for too brief a time.

The end was brusque, bewildering.
I feel the breath of winter,
but this is not home, cannot be,
nor the place where praise and music
greeted me,
where they said that I was beautiful
a few short days ago.

CassandraW
12-30-2015, 09:13 PM
oh tannenbaum, it makes me sad
to see you languish in the street --
needles dry, trunk hacked through,
your tinsel dragging in defeat.

Demeter
12-31-2015, 07:51 AM
Yes, the answer and the spirit. And in minutes. A record equaled only by Kylabelle.

Bolen
01-06-2016, 08:01 AM
Both the riddle and answer...scary impressive!

Cheers, Bob

Bolen
01-06-2016, 08:25 AM
To the front of the line, I insist
As I leverage a crowded abyss
With my partner, and me
We make way, easily
Prod and poke, push and force, but no fist

Sometimes heads need a hand from a joint
Place to rest, place to think, make a point
Help support the old cran-
ium storehouse of brain
Whence recharged, it can idea(s) anoint

If it's Tennis you love, count me in
And for pitching in Baseball, I've been
Truth I'm there for most sports
Assisting most all cohorts
'cept for Track where my talents are dim

Yes, like much, I can break down with age
Stress and strain, no warm-up, mars the page
But when I skirt the zone
I loves me Cortisone
And I regain my competitive sage...

So, I'm trying to be not so solvable, but hopefully not too vague... Time will tell?

Cheers, Bob

CassandraW
01-06-2016, 08:35 AM
I hate to elbow my way
to the answer again,
but body part riddles
are within my ken.

ETA:

I'll let someone else guess next time! I'm a bad girl.

Bolen
01-06-2016, 05:37 PM
I hate to elbow my way
to the answer again,
but body part riddles
are within my ken.

ETA:

I'll let someone else guess next time! I'm a bad girl.


Bad girls need love too... Please no holding back, your answers are great!!!

Btw, you took one whole minute longer to answer in rhyme, than the last time... Are you slipping?

Cheers, Bob

CassandraW
01-06-2016, 06:27 PM
My brain was mired in another poem. I had to yank it out and scrape off the mud before I could proceed to answer this one.

Bolen
01-06-2016, 08:16 PM
My brain was mired in another poem. I had to yank it out and scrape off the mud before I could proceed to answer this one.

Hopefully, you only mire in clean mud!

Demeter
01-10-2016, 02:15 AM
Alone, I am a frame
without an image,
an egg with neither
yolk nor shell.
Add one, and my tribe
may increase to infinity.

CassandraW
01-10-2016, 03:22 AM
(I am not very sure of this answer
but still I shall give it in verse.
I can't seem to stop myself rhyming --
God help me; it's truly a curse.)

I am a math teacher's daughter;
thus "zero" is what springs to mind --
though "ones" you'd have to keep adding
if infinity you were to find.

But a zero is egg-shaped and empty
in that way it certainly fits,
so perhaps I will now stop my hedging.
While I'm somewhat ahead, I shall quit.

I decided to put my answer in white text, in case someone else wants to guess! I've been such a riddle hog.

Demeter
01-10-2016, 05:49 AM
No, I marvel at your quick answers. You revived the game when it was flagging. I didn't uncover your last one but it's probably right.

jaus tail
01-10-2016, 08:47 AM
I think zero. If you add one more zero and place the two side by side like a horizontal 8, then it becomes the infinity symbol.

Here's my riddle:

remove it to see a 11
swing in it and hear the waves
lower the straw hat and invite your lover
it's snuggle-time in the hanging bed

Demeter
01-11-2016, 01:13 AM
Zero is right. I didn't know about the infinity symbol. I was thinking if you put 1 in front of 0 and keeping adding 0's they would multiply to infinity. Or maybe not. My mathematical
ability starts and ends with zero.
I think I know the answer to your riddle but I'll let someone else have a shot at it first.

CassandraW
01-11-2016, 01:26 AM
I also think I know the answer, but I've guessed three in a row -- or is it four -- and I feel I should give someone else a chance!