"Scales" by Jacob PfeifferTen Best Riddles of 2018: Contest Winners Announced The Society August 13, 2018 Humor, News of Note, Poetry, Poetry Contests, Riddles 8 Comments Thank you to everyone who participated and made this a great year for rhyming riddles! —Evan Mantyk, Judge First Place ($100): Monty Phillips, France I’ve never been exactly sure How long I’ve been on this old earth; It sometimes seems it’s not much less Than Man himself has held tenure. I’ve took on many forms since birth To keep abreast with Man’s progress: And took on many colours since My nascent hue of bluey-black. I started life in feathers, which Necessitated many stints In pots and wells (both with a lack Of water). I then made the switch To fountains (which also contained No water). Since those days, my role Has changed to stay by Man employed; In recent times he’s even trained Me to work with jets. And a whole New role began when redeployed By Man (lest he makes a blunder) To render me invisible! I still retain my centuries-old Propensity to get under Man’s skin… and it is risible The cash he’ll pay for this, I’m told. I’d like to think I’m here to stay, But Man’s existence seems to be Under threat. Well, if that’s the case, I wonder if there’ll come a day When Monkeys learn to work with me… I could outlive the Human-Race! Second Place: James B. Nicola, New York, New York Generations: An Interactive Riddle (Who are “you” and “I”?) Your Great-Gran’ was a prisoner and spent Both day and night bound by a (double) chain. Flies on the wall would swear he never went Anywhere. But he didn’t need a plane To fly me to the farthest continent, Nor liberty to lead me down the lane. Your Gran’ (a wizard too) would, in the car, Lose all his magic powers, so I’d walk Around with him indoors. His repertoire Of words was not his own. That didn’t shock A single soul, though: Whose words ever are? And flies on walls would swear he loved to talk. Unchained but bound together, you and I Now take each other anywhere we care To go (and any way: We even fly On aeroplanes as one). With ample air There’s ample magic, too, for those who buy. Lately, though, it seems that everywhere We go together (even in the sky), Neither one of us is really there. Envoi If searching souls should find this riddle and not print it out, nor read it on a screen that’s wider than a palm (as I have planned for most), here’s one more hint to what I mean: As eyes peruse the problem now in hand, “I’s” also hold the answer, in between. (If even still souls do not understand: Solutions might be felt as well as seen.) Third Place: Remy Dambron, San Diego, California Due to my bipolar presence, I am both stormy and passive, With solar winds and lunar lures, my surf-face rarely placid. Fueling terrestrial climate, my wind and water are indispensable, Even if at times, their devastation’s indefensible. I’m a beautiful beast of nature, who only remains the same by changing, With my tempests, tides, and streams that I’m continually rearranging. My forces aren’t hormonal, they’re by-products of a shared environment, As a result the exchanges induced are passionate and violent. Fourth Place: Amy Foreman, Cascabel, Arizona Capricious, shifting to-and-fro, I’m sometimes fast and sometimes slow; I’ve been around since long ago, Yet I’m the one you cannot know. A little of me lulls to sleep, And when I stop, the sailors weep. Too strong, and things lie in a heap: The mess I make is never cheap. I’ll make you open windows wide, Then slam them shut and stay inside. On my account, will you decide To button up, or bare your hide. You’ll never see me with your eye, And yet you’ll know when I pass by, For rustling leaves will testify When through the arbor, soft, I fly. Fifth Place: Bruce E. Wren, Chicago, Illinois You can hear me in the canyons, But not upon the sea, The most likely of companions If you but cry to me. Sixth Place: Connor Rosemond, North Carolina What pounds and plods as if with toes, And utilizes stress? What’s out of favor, out of style, Yet we use, nevertheless? Seventh Place: Rohini Sunderam, Canada What are you? Blue or brown or green or grey Are you a flower? Yea and nay! You do not teach You do not preach Yet, if I’m right You control the light Found on every creature’s face Especially the human race But, as a flower this is true Most often, you’ll be wearing blue Eighth Place: Jennifer Hinders, Washington, DC area We eat it hot, we eat it cold, And sometimes we eat it with mold. It’s hard, it’s soft and in between, If we’re asked to do this—it isn’t mean. The Brits say it for a bit of wind, Others talk about it when we grin. Bars, balls or giant wheels, Or someone who doesn’t act real Now that’s a lot of clues, you see So what is the answer to this riddle, please? Ninth Place: Zachary Dilks, Austin, Texas That’s just like me to set down roots Wherever I go Is wherever I grow They’ll whisper me wishes and give the boot To carry their secrets wherever I blow Tenth Place: Ram, Mumbai, India Your right is my left, your left is my right, No one can see me when there is no light. When you cry, I cry, when you smile, I smile, Whatever you do, I do it in style! Your moves and actions, I capture with ease, Your words I can’t match, I can’t speak back please! I am not your lost twin, I am not your soulmate, How then your actions, I do emulate? You check with me to make sure you are fine, Who am I? tell me, while there is sunshine! Answers: 1. Ink 2. Cell/mobile phone, person holding it 3. Oceans 4. Wind 5. Echo 6. Meter 7. Iris 8. Cheese 9. Dandelions 10. 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Congratulations to the featured poets! Reply Rohini Sunderam September 1, 2018 Wow! I am so glad Monty Phillips’ Ink came in first. I thought it was really clever. Thank you for organizing such a fun contest. I must say it was a great surprise to place in the top ten. Such an honour! Reply Monty November 7, 2019 And for anyone’s information, the clues for the ‘ink’ poem were thus: FEATHERS . . quills (before pens) ink WELLS ink POTS FOUNTAIN pens ink JETS INVISIBLE ink UNDER MAN’S SKIN (tattoos) Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.