“Oedipus and the Sphinx” by Francois Xavier Fabre.Rhyming Riddle Contest 2019 The Society July 10, 2019 Humor, Poetry, Poetry Contests, Riddles 271 Comments Winners of the contest can be found here. From the riddle posed by King Solomon to the Philistines to the philosophy of riddles put forth by Aristotle to the riddles posed by Gollum to Bilbo Baggins in the Hobbit, riddles have a long and rich history and have often been put forth in rhyme (read more here). Join in the tradition with this contest… RULES: Write a rhyming riddle of any length and paste it in the comments section below with your name and area of residence, such as “John Smith, Colorado” or “Ian Clark, England.” Do not include the answer. Let people guess and then respond with the answer if no one guesses correctly. Up to three submissions allowed per contestant. The riddles should be newly written for the contest. SUBMISSION FEE: None DEADLINE: August 11, 2019, 12 midnight EST. Winners announced August 20, 2019. PRIZE: $100 JUDGE: Advisory Board Member or selected Member poets will judge. (Those who choose not to participate in judging may participate in the contest) PAST WINNERS 2018 2017 NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 271 Responses James A. Tweedie July 10, 2019 On your marks . . . get set . . . A spike is there, but it’s not gold, Some forests have them, so I’m told. They cannot cough, but can “ahem,” And singers have an eye for them. And when someone pokes fun at you It’s what they do that makes you blue. A helpful hint? I told you so! And that is all you need to know. Reply Rupert Palmer July 11, 2019 The answer wouldn’t by any chance happen to share 3 consecutive letters with your surname, would it? Reply James A. Tweedie July 11, 2019 Rupert, Yes, indeed, it does! I must have made it too obvious! Your clue will no doubt make it easier for everyone else without having given away the store! Well done. I’m still pondering yours. I seem to be better at writing them than figuring them out. Rupert Palmer July 11, 2019 Very clever, Mr Tweedie! Fear not, I was quite stumped the first tim I read it. It was only on my return that it came to me. Another bright spark worked mine out now. I shall write another. David July 18, 2019 Is it a deer? Reply Camilla Marx August 2, 2019 Needle? This riddle is really clever! Reply Rohini Sunderam August 2, 2019 Camilla, I do believe you’ve got it! ‘ahem’ that’s clever Rupert Palmer July 11, 2019 To those opposed to order new I bade a merciful adieu The low and high I equalised No rank or station recognised “Revenge” cried them that summoned me Them too I slew for Liberty Like them I often rose and fell And helped to pave the road to Hell What am I? Rupert Palmer, South Africa Reply Horus H July 11, 2019 The guillotine Reply Rupert Palmer July 11, 2019 Quite so. Bravo! JULIAN WOODRUFF August 9, 2019 Brilliant, Rupert. I don’t think I would ever have guessed. Please hold it, though, while I make a pitch for “they” in line 5. Reply Rupert Palmer August 16, 2019 Why thank-you! You’re welcome to pitch all you want, but you shall find me quite immovable on that point. “Them that” is an antique and well-attested construction; take, for example, The Lord’s Prayer in the 1662 Book of Common Prayer translation. Mickey Kulp July 11, 2019 The Queen The Sherpa named her Chomolungma; the white men didn’t care. They slandered her with “Everest” and climbed her on a dare. She was the tallest, queen of all, no other could compare. Later on the children asked, “Before the queen was found,” what was the tallest mountain peak upon the world so round?” And so my riddle ends right here; I’m sure it will confound. Mickey Kulp, Georgia Reply David Watt July 11, 2019 Hello Mickey. Is the answer Kangchenjunga? Reply JamesA. Tweedie July 11, 2019 A technical book answer would include K-2 or Kanchenjunga as likely suspects but perhaps there is a twist to your riddle that leads elsewhere? Reply Mike Bryant July 12, 2019 Since the earth has a bulge around the equator, the tallest place on earth is Mount Chimborazo in Ecuador. Standing there you are closer to the stars. I assume this answers the reference to the “round” earth. So, Everest is actually about a mile and a half further from “space” than Mount Chimborazo. Everest has been in second place for a long time. Reply Tonya Ann McQuade July 11, 2019 They each need fire to be born; By some, a fire’s scar is worn. The fire’s ash helps them to thrive – Without it, they’d not be alive. They grow quite tall as well as round; In the Sierras they are found. Their shallow roots spread far and wide And link with others by their side. The mightiest has a general’s name – As well as natural acclaim. Beside them, one feels truly small – It must strike awe to see one fall. Reply Horus H July 11, 2019 A Sequoia tree Reply Tonya Ann McQuade July 11, 2019 Yes, specifically the giant sequoia (Sequoiadendron Giganteum)! JULIAN WOODRUFF August 9, 2019 Giv’n eyes, some would look up at us. We tread on them without much fuss. We love those of impressive size, While slighting others–not so wise. Reply James A. Tweedie July 11, 2019 A piece of folded wire is food That people everywhere should eat. And if you wanted me you could Procure me from myself—how sweet! Disfigure, smush me, then I’ll be More use to you. Does this make sense? And if you flip a part of me A horse might take up residence. You’ve heard that 1+1 is 2. For everyone but me, that’s true. But sometimes 1+1 is 1 . . . At least on paper, when I’m done. Reply Mike Bryant July 12, 2019 Fodder? Reply James A. Tweedie July 13, 2019 Nope–neither animal nor cannon. Avery Miller July 15, 2019 I’m not sure about the 1+1=1 bit, but if one turns the b in “stable” upside-down, one gets “staple”, and that is also something everyone should eat, so I’m hazarding a guess…staple? Reply James A. Tweedie July 15, 2019 Hooray for Avery! The answer is indeed “staple” or, even better, its plural, “staples” (which is also the name of an American office supply retail chain where you can buy staples!) The 1 + 1 thing has to do with paper. Take one sheet of paper, add a second sheet and after the staple is put on (and through) the two pages, they are joined together as one. I anticipated the riddle would be solved by working backwards from “stable.” You proved me correct. Well done! Mike Bryant July 16, 2019 Wow! Great riddle and great work to figure it out. JULIAN WOODRUFF August 9, 2019 Just as fine as your previous, James. Am I right that “eat” means use or consume? And “procure me from myself” means picking a single staple from a conjoined row that would go in the stapler trough? Or am I quite lost? Reply James A. Tweedie August 21, 2019 Julian, I just noticed your post. Yes, “eat” means what it means since it refers to food “staples” such as grains, fruits, and the like. “Procure me from myself” is more obscure–in America there is an office supply store chain called “Staples.” so you can buy staples from Staples. On a separate note, no one seems to have guessed your own riddle: Giv’n eyes, some would look up at us. We tread on them without much fuss. We love those of impressive size, While slighting others–not so wise. I have no idea what the answer might be. Since the contest is over, what is it? Julian D. Woodruff August 23, 2019 Hi, James Been distracted the last few days, so just noticed your post to me. Thanks for clueing me in on your riddle. As for my little thing, I meant it not as a riddle but as a cautionary comment on our being in awe of big things–giant sequoias, whales, Bezos’ s wealth etc., etc. The sampling Sequoia here is a stand-in for the millions lost to the failure to see great value in small (human) creatures. Julian D. Woodruff August 23, 2019 Sorry– “Sapling,” that should have been. David Watt July 12, 2019 My favorite pastime is to sleep, And when awake, I barely creep. Just like a friend who overstays, I hang around for days and days. My given name is quite offensive To one whose slowness is defensive. I favor garb of algae-green With moths aplenty in between. Who am I? David Watt, Australia Reply Horus H July 12, 2019 A sloth Reply David Watt July 12, 2019 That’s correct Horus. Either the three or two-toed species. Rupert Palmer July 12, 2019 A haven safe I used to be Now many die here annually For some on whom they must depend Betray the charges they defend There’s not much room for movement free Nor air to breathe, nor light to see You too have been here, have no doubt For none come in, but all go out What am I? -Rupert Palmer, South Africa Reply Horus H July 12, 2019 The womb Reply Rupert Palmer July 26, 2019 Right again! Well done. Mike Bryant July 12, 2019 Each of you, upon this page, has posed a riddle for the sage who likes a little cogitation. Each of you has hopes your trope will make all readers have to cope with quite a little consternation. Like a fast pursuing cop, when an escapee’s forced to stop, he hops on him with dedication. How are all of you like him? Mike Bryant, Texas Reply James A. Tweedie July 12, 2019 He, like us, was a con-founder . . . ? Reply Mike Bryant July 12, 2019 Close, James… I am working on yours… tough one. James A. Tweedie July 12, 2019 I hate to be “close” but not get the cigar. How about con-found or con-founding or con-founded . . . ? Zachary Dilks July 14, 2019 Are we contestants? Reply Mike Bryant July 14, 2019 Nope, Zachary… J. Hickey July 29, 2019 Co-operators? Reply Rohini Sunderam July 31, 2019 Detectives? Reply Mike Bryant July 12, 2019 Not there yet, James… Reply Philip Keefe July 13, 2019 Contributor? Reply Mike Bryant July 13, 2019 Nope, sorry Philip. Reply Mike Bryant August 10, 2019 The answer: Each of you, including the policeman, has a conundrum (con und’r ‘em). It’s a groaner…. ha. Zachary Dilks July 14, 2019 A friend to a flame And a tree, the same And hangs on the mention of every name Zachary Dilks, Texas Reply Mike Bryant July 14, 2019 Breath? Reply Zachary Dilks July 15, 2019 No, sorry Mike. Kushal Narang July 15, 2019 Is it air ? Reply Zachary Dilks July 16, 2019 Air is correct, Kushal! Kudos to you! Martin Elster July 16, 2019 Air? Reply Avery Miller July 14, 2019 Avery Miller (U.S.A.) The Three Canst thou name us? Rhyme the three, Wraith and rope and rarity. All that is, thou canst not see, First sees all with clarity. Good will ever come to thee, Second knows with verity. Though the others cease to be, Third lives in eternity. Canst not guess? Our rhyme will be Wraith, and rope, and rarity. Reply David Paul Behrens July 14, 2019 How about Faith, and Hope, and Charity? Reply Avery Miller July 14, 2019 Yes, you are correct! Well done! Rupert Palmer July 14, 2019 You are surely right, David. Excellent work Mr Miller! Reply Avery Miller July 14, 2019 Thank you! It’s fun to share a riddle. JULIAN WOODRUFF August 9, 2019 Clever and beautiful! Reply James A. Tweedie July 14, 2019 We’re allowed three, so here’s my final riddle: My first name is a city And my surname sounds like “swamp.” When I was young and pretty I would play all day and romp. I later became saddled With a business that I ran. My rivals became addled By the turf wars I began. I always came in early And was soon a millionaire. Competitors fell yearly But I always beat them fair. I stopped to smell the roses, In retirement I thrived. I lived less years than Moses But grandchildren have survived. My hay days found me able To fill grandstands with applause. Now my legacy is stable, Can you tell me who I was? Reply Philip Keefe July 15, 2019 This is so good I’m almost sorry I have the answer (I think): Is it Seattle Slew? Reply James A. Tweedie July 15, 2019 Lol, Philip! Yes, of course it is Seattle Slew. I’m glad you enjoyed the riddle. I had fun writing it. JULIAN WOODRUFF August 9, 2019 W.S. Gilbert would have like this! Reply Taylor Crosby July 14, 2019 The only thing that is truly yours Cannot be found in any stores You can only find it at birth And only you know its true worth It cannot belong to anybody else After all, it is much too complex And can only be understood By its owner since before childhood And sometimes even you Don’t have a single clue About what it’s trying to say Or trying to display But when you do know There is nowhere else to go Than the path it sets you on On which you must walk upon For it must always be obeyed And its voice cannot fade Because if you pretend not to hear its cries Then you yourself will be flooded with lies Taylor Crosby, Indiana Reply NRam July 15, 2019 Conscience? Reply Taylor Crosby July 16, 2019 No, but that is a good guess. Mike Bryant July 16, 2019 Your name? Reply Taylor Crosby July 17, 2019 No, but that had been my original idea for a riddle. David Paul Behrens July 16, 2019 Is it my eternal soul? Reply Taylor Crosby July 17, 2019 Nope Mahek July 17, 2019 mind… Reply Mahek July 17, 2019 or the heart Taylor Crosby July 17, 2019 Not the mind but yes, the heart Evan Mantyk August 13, 2019 iris pattern? Reply N. Ram July 15, 2019 N.Ram Mumbai, India Here is my riddle: —- Neither King nor rich I spare, Lay to waste whole towns in days, My impact is hard to bear. Body’s weakness I lay bare, Attack health in unknown ways, Neither King nor rich I spare. On life war,I do declare, Leave my victims in a daze, My impact is hard to bear. Doctors often dumbly stare, At my ever changing pace, Neither King nor rich I spare. I am mankind’s worst nightmare, For my death the whole world prays, My impact is hard to bear. I drive people to despair, Their wellbeing I erase, Neither King nor rich I spare, My impact is hard to bear. —- Reply David Paul Behrens July 15, 2019 Is it cancer? Reply N. Ram July 16, 2019 Hi David, Good guessing… but it is not cancer. Kushal Narang July 15, 2019 It’s cancer for sure Reply N. Ram July 16, 2019 Hi Kushal, It is not cancer… if you see the conditions, cancer does not meet at least one of them. James A. Tweedie July 16, 2019 My guess would be ebola. . . . ? Reply N. Ram July 16, 2019 Dear James, You are close… but it is not ebola.. but a more generic case David Paul Behrens July 16, 2019 Aids? Reply NRam July 17, 2019 Hi David, No it’s not aids. In fact each of the guesses fall in the right area. Though ebola and aids are almost right. What i have in mind is not a specific disease or virus. I wrote the poem to talk about the process…EPIDEMIC. An epidemic hits a city suddenly, progresses fast, wipes out populations and seems to keep changing the pace and leaves people dazed, if not dead. Thank you all for reading! Rohini Sunderam July 31, 2019 Ohhh! I was going to say epidemic and then there it is given away. Reply NRam July 31, 2019 But you still got it right before seeing the answer Zachary Dilks July 16, 2019 Burn it Or it drowns you Turn it It surrounds you Bitter friends until the very end It cripples and confounds you Pick it up and let it lift you up the same until it grounds you Flee the pain And hug the chain until it’s bound you Zachary Dilks, Texas Reply Rupert Palmer July 16, 2019 Could this be fat? Reply NRam July 16, 2019 Habit? Reply Zachary Dilks July 16, 2019 N. Ram, damn near on the money, but not “Habit” Rohini Sunderam July 31, 2019 Addiction Reply Zachary Dilks August 8, 2019 Got it, Rohini! Congrats. Martin Elster July 16, 2019 Martin Elster (USA) The first to think up agriculture, son, were not you humans. While you might admire yourself for stepping on us, the sure-fire survival skills we’ve learned have plainly won us matchless status. Since you’ve overrun the world, observing us could re-inspire you all to be less wasteful. Our attire is modest as can be. We’ve never spun tall tales about the universe. Each choice we make is commonsensical. We rise each dawn to work and listen to one voice, a voice that passes on a can-do air to all her girls, who’ve energy to spare for a mind that’s neither callus nor unwise. Reply David Paul Behrens July 16, 2019 Ants? Reply Evan Mantyk August 13, 2019 Cockroaches? Reply Mahek Gupta July 17, 2019 Mixed up with the mud on ground, All that could be heard was my sound, till I melt, hallowed and bound till I know I can never be found Reply Mahek Gupta July 17, 2019 Mahek G. India Mixed up with the mud on ground, All that could be heard was my sound, till I melt, hallowed and bound till I know I can never be found Reply Mahek Gupta July 17, 2019 like city lights, I twinkle like mourning daffodils, I mingle like subservient skies, I succumb like mighty lions, I challenge like warm stoves, I burn Reply Muskan Gupta August 2, 2019 Stars? Reply allison johnson August 12, 2019 fireflies? Reply Mahek Gupta July 17, 2019 Mahek G. India like city lights, I twinkle like mourning daffodils, I mingle like subservient skies, I succumb like mighty lions, I challenge like warm stoves, I burn Reply Muskan Gupta August 2, 2019 Stars? Reply David Armstrong July 18, 2019 David Armstrong, St. Louis, MO Eyes behold me, though not all Pending whether and where I fall, All beseeching, some to call Forth from hamlet, hearth, and hall Colors coaxing, slow to stall, Whether upon the arbors tall or the aging garden wall, I splinter through, dust enthrall, Seen but hidden, while hours crawl Though not all, though not all. What am I? Reply Rupert Palmer July 22, 2019 Could that be “rainbow”? Reply David July 22, 2019 No, but akin thereto! Rupert Palmer July 31, 2019 Sunset, then? Rohini Sunderam July 31, 2019 I’m thinking a waterfall or cascade. Reply NRam July 31, 2019 Light rays? Reply Evan Mantyk August 17, 2019 Rays of sunlight? Reply Anthony X., Orange County, New York July 22, 2019 Born from fire and groaning earth, Eons post-natal not disturbed, But always does man find a way, And earth’s bowels do see day, Wonders dug from the gloomy deep, Mankind has long wanted to keep, But value often comes with vice, Every beauty comes with a price, With treasure comes a trail of blood, That of the waylaid traveler, Banker, miner, cheat and robber, Who gave their lives for shiny mud, What is the worth for which we vie? What is value, or is it a lie? Reply N. Ram July 25, 2019 diamonds? Reply The Society July 25, 2019 Close, but not quite (on behalf of Anthony X.) Rohini Sunderam July 31, 2019 Gold Reply The Society August 1, 2019 That is correct. Well done, Rohini Sunderam. Ronald Goldblatt July 22, 2019 Brought on by emotions both happy and sad. Brought on by memories both good and bad. Brought on by the thought of Jesus himself. Always present in sickness or in health. I sit quietly waiting to be summoned to appear. I wallow and build up inside of everyone here. I’ve been present in many since the beginning of time. I’ll still be around when poets can’t rhyme. I’ll be there to comfort whenever people must weep. I’ll be there when they awaken from their sleep. I’ll be there when it’s time to be laid down to rest. In fact that is probably at my best. I’ll be there with you to experience birth. And ’til death do us part for all that it’s worth. I’ll be passed on to others for generations to come. Waiting somewhere inside if they become numb. I’ll be there when your feelings are all ruled by fear But, alas, my existence is to be only a ……. Reply Rupert Palmer July 23, 2019 Prayer? Reply Rupert Palmer July 23, 2019 *Facepalm* No no, it isn’t prayer. I have it now! Very good riddling. Reply J. Hickey July 29, 2019 tear? Reply Rupert Palmer July 26, 2019 Would you climb steeps as you are steered? Would you till fields on others’ farms? Would you be sheep? Would you be sheared? Would you be healed by others’ harms? Would you be servant to a lord? Would you be thrall before a thane? Would you bear fervently his sword? Would you lose all to wear his chain? Would you endure these wretched ills? Then you shall find no place in me For I ensure the sway of wills No law shall bind, no ruler be If crook and fold delight you not If freedom be your true desire Come join the bold, wear proud the blot Come dwell in me, and call none sire What am I? -Rupert Palmer, South Africa Reply J. Hickey July 30, 2019 Democracy? Reply Rupert Palmer July 31, 2019 A very good guess, but no. Democracies still have rulers and laws. J. Hickey July 31, 2019 Anarchy then? J. Hickey July 31, 2019 Anarchy then? Reply Rupert Palmer July 31, 2019 Not quite. The answer is not a political system (or lack thereof), but a specific place. N. Ram August 3, 2019 atlantis? Reply Rupert Palmer August 11, 2019 No, not Atlantis. The correct answer is Hell, The Inferno, everlasting perdition. Thanks for the guesses! Martin Elster July 26, 2019 My lady’s fingers are as viridescent as Kermit the green frog. They are not spicy like jalapeños, though they’re just as long. My lime-green lady’s fingers, while not pricey, are so darn tasteless, they’re like a depressant. Perchance they’ll make me healthy, slim and strong, but they are trailing slime behind like snails slithering forth. They don’t sport fingernails, nor are they blessed with knuckles. No, these fingers are hot where one might hear good Cajun singers. Louisiana chefs can make them yummy. Not me! I must have left mine undercooked. I gagged on the first forkful. Oh, my tummy! I don’t expect I ever will get hooked on bland, gelatinous seedpods. Being a dumbo, I’ll never get the hang of cooking gumbo! —Martin Elster (USA) Reply Mike Bryant July 27, 2019 Okra, perhaps? Reply Leo Zoutewelle July 28, 2019 So, finally, when all is said and done, There’s always me and facing me, myself. We love or fight, but ever and anon We have to face that other stubborn self. He comes at will, and slyly slips it out: What’s going on, you two, I want to know, And then he sticks it in, that nosy snout In our affairs, to set the facts aglow. We hate him sometimes honestly de jure, Because he always spoils our common fun, By ever goading us too be so pure He keeps our wicked concepts on the run. But in all honesty it must be said We both do love him after tears* are shed. *Tears of anger or tears of remorse Reply Leo Zoutewelle July 29, 2019 sorry, line 4 should end with “elf”. Reply J. Hickey July 31, 2019 Conscience? Leo Zoutewelle August 1, 2019 Yes! It is indeed “conscience”. You have been on a roll lately, have’nt you! J. Hickey July 31, 2019 Conscience? Reply J. Hickey July 29, 2019 Grand old lady, when your hair turned red All of your friends had thought you dead! That all your old bones would surely break Made even the coldest of our hearts ache. Dear lady, you asked: “Whatever was that? It seems that I may now have lost my best hat!” And lest our dear lady have nothing to wear, We’ll get you another! Your children all swear! We may love you more after such an ordeal And wait for the day when your laughter shall peal. For who among us, with his wildest supposes, Thought to see you again, still wreathed in your roses? Reply Rupert Palmer July 31, 2019 A pine or amber tree? Reply J. Hickey July 31, 2019 No, not a tree. Mike Bryant August 10, 2019 Norte Dame Cathedral? Reply J. Hickey August 10, 2019 Mike, well done! Notre-Dame de Paris is correct! N Ram July 29, 2019 N Ram Mumbai India Here’s my second riddle, hope you like it! ***************** Wisdom of the countless ages, Captured in a few bright phrases, They are found in all languages, Old or new across all races. Notes from those who lived before us, For us and those who will follow, Describing an event’s locus, And the outcome, joy or sorrow. Some are concrete,and some, abstract, Their content is always profound, Loads of meaning you can extract, And take decisions that are sound! Tell me what these nuggets are called These thought-pills from bright minds of yore? If, by chance, your thinking is stalled, Look into your local folklore! Reply J. Hickey July 29, 2019 Proverbs? Reply NRam July 30, 2019 Hickey, you are on the dot! The answer is ‘proverbs’ Sheri-Ann O'Shea, Australia July 29, 2019 Riddle I have a thousand faces I have no face at all Die not, but turn to many – my thousand children bless my fall. Reply Rupert Palmer August 8, 2019 I have been puzzling over this one for a week, but haven’t got it yet… Reply allison johnson August 12, 2019 A mirror Reply S.O’Shea August 13, 2019 Correct. Well guessed! NRam July 30, 2019 Hickey, you are on the dot! The answer is ‘proverbs’ Reply J. Hickey, Indiana, USA July 30, 2019 Tell me my name in fuller measure, With elbow grease and downward pressure. Or cup by cup, if that’s your pleasure, All impurity for to blot. Out, out, you contagion! My burning vapor Hangs all about when swimmers caper, Breaks all the molds and fades out the paper, Declaring: ”Out, out, damn spot.” Reply NRam July 31, 2019 Chlorine or chloroform? Reply J. Hickey July 31, 2019 Yes! Chlorine. Rohini Sunderam July 31, 2019 I once raised my limbs way up to the sky The breezes blew through my green canopy But they cut me down and beat me to clay And then in a vat of water I lay Until the sin that they called lignin Had all washed away and I could begin Reformed and refreshed laid out on a mesh My heart and my soul they then did thresh Today I am pure and as white as rage And I can frighten both poet and sage. What am I? Reply J. Hickey July 31, 2019 paper Reply rohini sunderam July 31, 2019 Close. Rohini Sunderam July 31, 2019 It’s a blank sheet of paper (that’s why ‘frighten both poet and sage’). I guess paper is correct Reply James B. Nicola August 2, 2019 Riddle Every second, every day, she nears. Upon arrival, though, she disappears— Or, more accurately stated, moves away, Still chased, while chaste yet, for another day. Reply rohini sunderam August 2, 2019 Metaphorical goalposts Reply JBN August 2, 2019 Not quite. Keep thinking on it, you’ll get it, Rohini Sunderam. JBN September 1, 2019 tomorrow it is Sheri-Ann O’Shea August 2, 2019 The future/ tomorrow Reply Mike Bryant August 10, 2019 Your shadow? Reply Camilla Marx August 13, 2019 Is it dawn? Reply Sukarma Rani Thareja August 3, 2019 Here is my simple riddle Believes in concept, Of body and soul, Body – macro object, Soul -micro object, Body follows classical mechanics, Soul follows quantum mechanics. Indirectly makes jugglery wonderful, Between Classical and Quantum mechanics, And explains concentric circles, Of everyone’s everyday life magical,. And prepares one for a higher call, An ultimate truth divine beautiful. Reply Sukarma Rani Thareja August 3, 2019 Pranik healing, Reki healing, Distance healing, Healing through spirituality, Is possible, And effective, Everywhere ,any time, In all seasons of year, Due to which , Character of, Tiny-electrons, Block builders, Of every Body, Mind and soul. Reply Bruce E. Wren August 3, 2019 Bruce Wren, Chicago, Illinois Of Whom do I Write? Whose words these were I think you’ll know, (His home was in New England) though I do not think he’ll mind if here I imitate him even so. Perhaps you think it rather queer I’d write a riddle much too near The master’s first creative take That stands alone without a peer. But still I give myself a break, Avowing there is no mistake: For though this riddle make you weep, It certainly is not a fake. Your task is simple, not too deep, It’s only solve before you sleep This silly riddle all too cheap, This silly riddle (gosh it’s cheap!) Reply J.Hickey August 3, 2019 Frost Reply Rohini Sunderam August 5, 2019 Oh, yes, Robert Frost Reply J. Hickey August 6, 2019 Very good imitation! Bruce E. Wren August 6, 2019 Yes, of course, Frost. Thanks to those who responded! Reply rohini sunderam August 6, 2019 I didn’t think the riddle cheap I didn’t think it silly In fact, although it wasn’t deep It was Frost, willy nilly Wren Bruce LC August 6, 2019 Bruce Wren August 6, 2019 Hilarious! Rohini Sunderam August 5, 2019 My second: I was born when the little moth died No one thought of me and no one cried In a hot bath they loosened my glue Who am I, now you’ve got a clue! Reply NRam August 5, 2019 Silk? Reply Rohini Sunderam August 5, 2019 Yes! A bit too obvious? NRam August 6, 2019 I wouldn’t say that it is obvious. Since you started with the death a moth and I come from south India, the immediate association was with silk. Your riddle is quite elegant! Rohini Sunderam August 6, 2019 Thank you! Thomas Newton August 5, 2019 IT IS DYING The Songs of Homer and the fame of Achilles had probably never reached the ear of the illiterate barbarian. –Edward Gibbon, The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire The song of yourself he said you should sing, And cut the shackles English bards begat, And Freedom sounds so sweet. Let Freedom ring Across the land and steamroll structures flat. I shake my spear at Freedoms barbarous And nasty mindless authors who betray The values from the days of old. To us The silly rules do NOT apply today. Today the authors nearly all abort The past. A few aspire to bring it back. Is there a person giving life support Alive today and willing to attack? And twelve of us agree and bravely strive For only two to show it IS alive. Reply NRam August 6, 2019 classical poetry? Reply Thomas Newton August 8, 2019 Two broad. NRam August 8, 2019 Is it sonnet? Reply Rohini Sunderam August 11, 2019 Shakespearean sonnet Reply Thomas Newton August 17, 2019 Yes Pamela Belitch August 6, 2019 Push me, and I move those who stand around me. Yet I cannot function without your touch. Side by side, several others surround me. They cannot speak and yet, their voices sound often enough. Come sit beneath me, though your hands rest on top, Stroking nimbly at which cadence and frequency you please. I sing for you until you bid me, stop. Or rest; Repeat: Linger indefinitely… Reply Pamela Belitch August 6, 2019 Push me, and I move those who stand around me. Yet I cannot function without your touch. Side by side, several others surround me. They cannot speak and yet, their voices sound often enough. Come sit beneath me, though your hands rest on top, Stroking nimbly at which cadence and frequency you please. I sing for you until you bid me, stop. Or rest; Repeat: Linger indefinitely… Pamela Belitch from Orlando, FL Reposting because I didn’t add my location the first time and don’t know how to edit or delete my first comment. Sorry!! Reply rohini sunderam August 6, 2019 A piano J. Hickey, Indiana August 6, 2019 My third & last riddle. Enjoy! As valet or butler you failed in your craft; As robotic helper you likewise do flop. Silent, unhelpful, and all understaffed– Unresponsive you are to the terms of our swap. Did I not feed you, just as you asked? Certainly my offering you saw fit to take. With mechanistic whine, but never a cask Did you ever give me, my great thirst to slake. Shall I push your buttons, as you have pushed mine, And plead with the fates for justice dispensed? Or just turn away, to my sad fate resigned, Without my desire at all being quenched? Reply NRam August 7, 2019 stuff drink vending machine? Reply J. Hickey August 7, 2019 Yes, N Ram! A stuck vending machine. Very good! NRam August 8, 2019 Thank you Hickey. This one was tough as you have woven the images cleverly! rohini sunderam August 6, 2019 A piano Reply Raymond H Gallucci, Maryland August 7, 2019 #1 Beyond the fabled Pillars Or near the Isle of Thera? Poseidon launched his killers In single night of terror. Some say in Indonesia, While Cayce thought Bahamas. Collective our amnesia When comes to ancient dramas. From Solon came the story, Passed down through generations. A quite elusive quarry With endless contemplations. And should we ever find it, Most likely unexpected Will be the tale behind it – Pre-history corrected. #2 We live in a pinwheel Quite far from the hub. Revolving until we’ll Like dust be sucked up. Believe it’s existed For billions of years, Evolving till twisted In spirals appears. It’s far from alone, Having sisters galore. Perhaps there’s a clone We may someday explore. No matter how distant Through telescope’s eye, The number existent’s Uncountably high. #3 Seems every four, we add one more, Until there’s exception to rule – For centuries that come in threes, Our normal perceptions they fool. Division where a score that’s squared Results in remainder that’s none. Leaves double nils the same until Four-hundred-year cycle has run. Seems solar dance will leave askance Perfection with time we desired. Thus, must exist this subtle twist Astronomy always required. Reply Camilla Marx August 7, 2019 Oh these are clever! Ok #1 I’m going with Atlantis? Reply Raymond H Gallucci August 8, 2019 Correct. I didn’t think these would be too difficult. Camilla Marx August 8, 2019 Could number 2 be galaxy? Reply Raymond H Gallucci August 8, 2019 Partially correct. Zachary Dilks August 10, 2019 Leap year for # 3 Raymond H Gallucci August 10, 2019 Correct on #3. J. Hickey August 11, 2019 Milky Way specifically? RAYMOND GALLUCCI August 11, 2019 Yes. The actual title is either Wheel in the Sky or Eye Candy. Dianne Moots August 7, 2019 The Prophet prayed and the rain stopped The Prophet prayed and they harvested the crops The Prophet prayed and the vision came The Prophet prayed and nothing remains the same The Prophet prayed and great drops of blood fell The Prophet prayed and obtained the keys to hell The Prophet prayed and there was life after death The Prophet prayed and the devil had nothing left The Prophet prayed and the gift made room The Prophet prayed and hes no longer in the tomb The prophet prayed and things are not the same The Prophet prayed and they all overcame The Prophet prayed and the baby leaped in the womb The Prophet prayed and redemption birthed Satan’s doom Reply Dianne Moots August 8, 2019 911, Oh what a day of attack Terrorism, just another stab in the back 911, Oh the twin towers went down Terrorism, devastation so profound 911, Oh what an awful day Terrorism’s effects bringing us to our knees to pray 911, Oh why was it allowed Terrorism, Oh what reproof of the proud 911, Oh what anger, what remorse Terrorism, We must consider the source 911, Oh the Satanic beast walks the land Terrorism, He and the beast go hand and hand 911, Oh a day not quickly forgotten Terrorism, Just another demonic plot how rotten 911, Oh the foolishness of man Terrorism, Unleashed into the land 911, Oh our countrymen’s blood cries Terrorism with it’s cynicism and lies 911, Oh the building, we will replace Terrorism, Oh what a slap in America’s face 911, Oh surely we the people will heal Terrorism, Tragedy with a seal 911, Oh these lives must not be in vain Terrorism, nothing remains the same 911, Oh the devastation of a nation Terrorism, America’s vision of aggravation 911, Oh we must recover Terrorism, Satan’s brother 911, Oh what anger, what shame Terrorism, Just another name 911, Oh what a painful past Terrorism, Upon God now this burden we do cast 911, Oh God let this evil be turned to good Terrorism, let us take off its mask, its hood 911, Oh in your year of jubilee Terrorism, Oh America we must break free Reply Nivedita Karthik August 9, 2019 Nivedita Karthik (Gurugram, India) It is there all around you whether you’re seeing red or feeling blue. Neither seen nor felt nor heard nor smelt, it can be found among the stars and even deep in this heart of ours. A killer of joy and laughter that shadows you forever thereafter. Reply Evan Mantyk August 19, 2019 empty space? Reply Trisha Barr, Ohio August 9, 2019 This is the kind of guy that young girls love to date; though, in livestock, it is no desirable trait, and it is the type of tip that servers hate (but it’s what they can expect if you’re made to wait). Reply Zachary Dilks August 10, 2019 Buck? Reply Trisha Barr August 10, 2019 Correct! Peter Hartley August 9, 2019 They May Speak ill Of Dr Jekyll, Allied With pride To Mr Hyde. Behind A saintly Exterior You’ll find A faintly Inferior Interior Designed To hide Mr Hyde And his kind Inside, Maligned By mankind Whether committing (Weather permitting) Petty crime Or doing time For pantogenocide? Reply Zachary Dilks August 9, 2019 Zachary Dilks, Texas What can’t touch, but yet we all can feel Like water, flows Like life, it grows And what is relative regardless of however real And what’s the seal between a kiss That blow concealed between the fists And what’s the difference in a hearty soul and heart of steel Reply Julian D. Woodruff, western NY August 9, 2019 I’m always in one place, and yet I take you many places. Let trails on paper not upset You; put me through my paces! My problem is, once in a while I’m caught quite unaware And lead you on mile after mile— And also to despair. Reply Zachary Dilks August 10, 2019 Maps? Reply Zachary Dilks August 10, 2019 Or I guess A Map to be specific Julian D. Woodruff August 10, 2019 Sorry, not maps, Zachary. Nivedita Karthik August 11, 2019 Is it GPS? Or perhaps imagination? Reply Julian D. Woodruff, western NY August 11, 2019 Go, Nivedita! Perfect! Spot on! (Imagination is also a good, imaginative guess.) Nivedita Karthik August 12, 2019 Thank you Julian! I really enjoyed reading this one… Amazing word play there. The “lead you on mile after mile” is indeed what it does…and quite often at that. 😛 Reply S. O'Shea August 10, 2019 Imagination Reply Sheri-Ann O'Shea August 10, 2019 Riddle I have no limbs and yet I leap Strange tongues have I, yet cannot speak I do not live and yet I grow; Dispense my light, but cannot know. Reply Rupert Palmer August 10, 2019 Ah, I think I have it! Flame? Reply S. O’Shea August 10, 2019 Yes, fire! How clever of you. So quick. Unless it was not very clever of me… Rupert Palmer August 13, 2019 Thank you, I prefer the theory that we are both terribly smart! NRam August 10, 2019 Fire? Reply N. Ram August 11, 2019 This is a beautiful riddle. I don’t think it is simple or too easy.But your imagery is so vivid and hence it is easy to get the association quickly S. O’Shea August 11, 2019 Kind of you to say what you said below! NRam August 11, 2019 N Ram Mumbai India. One more from me… Just before the finishing line —— When you’ve figured me out you’ll know I’m unreal, Yet I rule the hearts of men everywhere! There are times when I become an ordeal In those times my spell is so hard to bear Flower of the night, my scent leaks through days, Mighty or the meek, I bring hope to all, Shocking or pleasing,many are my ways Sometimes I may bring you a wake up call My role is mostly to de-stress the mind, Though, at times, I take you to future’s doors, My language uses a code of some kind, Its key is locked in the mind’s inner stores! You could now make this a fairy tale ending, Tell me my name while the verdict is pending! Reply J. Hickey August 12, 2019 Dreams? N. Ram August 12, 2019 Yes, it is dreams! Sheri-Ann O'Shea August 10, 2019 Riddle Mine is an unseen power That draws some to my grasp; Those there are who can’t resist Surrender in my clasp. But others dare defy me On them I have no claim I cannot move them in their pride – They shun me in disdain. Reply allison johnson August 12, 2019 Truth? Reply S. O’Shea August 13, 2019 Seems to fit, doesn’t it? But not what I was thinking of… Rupert Palmer August 13, 2019 A magnet? Reply S. O’Shea August 13, 2019 Right again! It’s almost as though we share some common experience. Noah Hale August 10, 2019 Noah Hale, Delaware I won’t be long, but see my great show Before I’m away, as all things go, Since it’s my nature to fall then grow And then live again triumphantly. I’m heavy, yet my design is light And by design I’m also night If I fall from my place on the height Of thousands of mornings and days. Wherever I fall I also see The makes of my work, the work of me In one of my flares on the same sea You’ve known me from, wherever you are. What am I every day and night? Reply allison johnson August 12, 2019 Time Reply Zachary Dilks August 15, 2019 The sun? Reply Julian D. Woodruff, western NY August 10, 2019 Although the world in which I’m not Is often crass and filthy, That is no sin of mine; I plead Emphatically: not guilty. My world’s online, less often print. I may arise from haste Or simple inattention: is There too much on your plate? I’m there, but not. I don’t belong. You notice and you’re vexed Because propriety demands You root out such a hex. My visible stand-in is one Of seven (or else five); Or better: it heads nine like it— Or trails, some must believe. Those who commit this little crime Aren’t shamed in many cases. (Your poet made the same mistake Above—no real disgrace.) You’d think some spirit had passed by Wielding a choosy Hoover. I may spoil rhymes as they’re spoiled here. Ban me, they might be truer. Reply allison johnson August 12, 2019 lying Reply Julian D. Woodruff, western NY August 13, 2019 No, Allison Not lying. (Although white lies might qualify as something people “aren’t shamed” about.) J. Hickey August 13, 2019 Auto correct, maybe? Reply Julian D. Woodruff, western NY August 13, 2019 No, J. Though auto-correct may solve the issue sometimes. Remember, online is the primary, not the only environment that pertains. Zachary Dilks August 15, 2019 Is it the colon or semi-colon? Reply Zachary Dilks August 15, 2019 Pretty sure it’s colon. Clever word play. Julian D. Woodruff, western NY August 15, 2019 No, Zachary Not colon or semi-colon (or other punctuation mark). Evan Mantyk August 19, 2019 The middle finger? Reply Camilla Marx August 11, 2019 Camilla Marx, South Africa I was no stranger to your waking mind And you have felt me burn within your soul. I bear your very thoughts, and yet you find Though all may master me, none may control. Surely I chart the heart of man: the joy The love; the fear; the victory and despair. Lavish I praise then fickle, I destroy; I mend; I build; I crush beyond repair. As empires shake and crumble, from their dust I linger on to praise or to indict. Though chained, repressed through ages, yet I must Rise, undeterred, to lift the arm of right. And though I rail against you, let me be; You cannot hold me captive and be free. Reply Camilla August 12, 2019 Oops just realised that I left out two commas – Line 7 should read ‘Lavish, I praise,’ etc. This is what comes of posting late at night I guess! Reply Julian D. Woodruff, western NY August 13, 2019 Great poem, Camilla and thanks for the editorial comment. I was wondering about the weird word order in line 7: “Lavish I praise …” (No guess from me yet vis-a-vis the riddle.) Camilla Marx August 15, 2019 Thank you Julian! Yes I was quite frustrated with myself when I spotted that. allison johnson August 12, 2019 justice Reply Camilla Marx August 13, 2019 No, but that’s an interesting guess! Julian D. Woodruff, western NY August 15, 2019 Camilla, Your poem deserves more than one guess. I not at all confident, but something relating to innate bias or disposition, or natural law? Reply Camilla Marx August 19, 2019 Thank you very much Julian! You and Allison were both on the right track. Evan Mantyk August 18, 2019 Words? Reply Camilla Marx August 19, 2019 Yes, that’s it! Mark Stone August 11, 2019 Mark Stone, Ohio Shaken, Not Stirred Whenever the empire was threatened with doom, the MI6 leaders met in the War Room. And after a spot of tea, they chose to leaven the crisis by calling on Double-O-Seven. Impeccably tailored and sharp as a quill. The double O meant he was Licensed to Kill. The hero in twenty-four works of film stemming from stories and novels penned by Ian Fleming. He’d arrive at the office of his boss, named M, and learn of the villains and go after them. The scoundrels would hatch schemes so brazen and bold: to kidnap a space ship or steal the world’s gold. They all sought to kill him, so he could not linger. Ernst Stavro Blofeld and Auric Goldfinger, Doctor No, Mr. Big, Kamal Khan, too. And Klebb with that poisonous spike in her shoe. The villains had henchmen to help in their cause. A metal-toothed killer whose nickname was Jaws. And Odd Job, a chauffeur so dangerous that he could behead a statue with his bowler hat. A key chain with stun gas was one of the gadgets he used in the service of M and Her Majesty. The beverage for adults that he most preferred: a vodka martini that’s shaken, not stirred. He played craps with Lana Wood (Plenty O’Toole) before she was picked up and tossed in the pool. He met an assassin in a jacuzzi, played by the hot Luciana Paluzzi. His female companions were classy, not wonky: Diana Rigg, Daniela Bianchi. But few of his consorts, and maybe not any, could rival the style of the sweet Moneypenny. To ladies, quite charming. To bad guys, quite ornery. Six actors have played him, including Sean Connery. Recently, Daniel Craig. The other four: Lazenby, Brosnan plus Dalton and Moore. And now for the riddle for which you have waited. I hope that your foray will not be ill-fated. His “go by” is novel. It’s not off the shelf. Tell me how would he be introducing himself? Reply allison johnson August 12, 2019 james bond Reply Mark Stone August 12, 2019 This is not correct. Mark Stone August 14, 2019 Mark Stone, Ohio Any of the following would be correct: “Bond. James Bond” “My name is Bond. James Bond.” “The name’s Bond. James Bond.” One can see a video compilation of James Bond introductions by doing a search on “Top 5 James Bond introductions.” Reply Zachary Dilks August 15, 2019 “The name’s Bond. James Bond” Reply Mark Stone August 11, 2019 Mark Stone, Ohio Hip Lingo (an opinion riddle) My wife made a comment and I almost choked. She said that I’m too old to utter, “I’m stoked.” I cannot keep up with hip lingo these days. At what age should one stop employing this phrase? Reply Julian D. Woodruff August 12, 2019 Good. Reminds me of a NYer cartoon of years ago: a tombstone with the epitaph “Hey, I’m outta here!” Reply Trisha Barr, Ohio August 11, 2019 You might find them on a sidewalk. They often make people gawk, though a review would rather mock. You will find them at the theater or in a science fiction double feature. In a way, some live on forever. Reply Lauren Angelus August 12, 2019 Thou wonders of our world will last For us today soon reach our past But the strong mind of Man holds itself high Unspoken are the words that one will die Our world will stand upon our grave The destruction we make will soon concave. Why thou people stay relentless When soon our world will be lifeless The oceans will cry itself in dismay Mankind will always be the one to be repay The rubbish left on all the sea floors Will grasp the life of animals doors O cry the world mankind will ruin Thy eyes are blind and hearts are black It is they who have forgotten themselves in a place quite abstract That a creation much bigger holds earth up high This prized possession will make human cry It controls the winds and it reigns with the seas It holds mountains up high and lets animals free It carries the weather and life out on earth What could be this mother that mankind has desert? Reply Lauren August 12, 2019 Lauren Angelus, California (I don’t know why it says August 12th, but today right now in California is still the 11th. Hopefully my riddle will still be accepted for this contest:) ) Reply Lauren Angelus August 12, 2019 REPOST EDITED Lauren Angelus, California Thou wonders of our world will last, For us today soon reach our past. But the strong mind of Man holds itself high; Unspoken are the words that one will die. Our world will stand upon our grave, The destruction we make will soon concave. Why thou people stay relentless, When soon our world will be lifeless. The oceans will cry itself in dismay, Mankind will always be the one to repay. The rubbish left on all the sea floors Will grasp the life of animals doors. O cry the world mankind will ruin. Thy eyes are blind and hearts are black! It is they who have forgotten themselves in a place quite abstract. That a creation much bigger holds earth up high; This prized possession will make human cry. It controls the winds and it reigns with the seas. It holds mountains up high and lets animals free. It carries the weather and life out on earth. What could be this wonder that mankind will desert? Reply Camilla Marx August 19, 2019 Is it something to do with pollution? Lauren Angelus August 19, 2019 Yes, on the right track. But if we are heading towards a polluted world then what aspect of nature are we moving away from. James A. Tweedie August 21, 2019 Lauren, Now that the contest is over, would you be willing to post the answer? NRam August 12, 2019 NRam August 11, 2019 N Ram Mumbai India. One more from me… Just before the finishing line —— When you’ve figured me out you’ll know I’m unreal, Yet I rule the hearts of men everywhere! There are times when I become an ordeal In those times my spell is so hard to bear Flower of the night, my scent leaks through days, Mighty or the meek, I bring hope to all, Shocking or pleasing,many are my ways Sometimes I may bring you a wake up call My role is mostly to de-stress the mind, Though, at times, I take you to future’s doors, My language uses a code of some kind, Its key is locked in the mind’s inner stores! You could now make this a fairy tale ending, Tell me my name while the verdict is pending! —— I am reposting this riddle again as I seem to have posted in the middle of a conversation. My apologies Reply James A. Tweedie August 21, 2019 N Ram, Now that the contest is over, would you be willing to post the answer? Reply N. Ram August 22, 2019 My apologies. I thought since people had guessed all the answers, (and I had also agreed with the guesses), the matter was settled. Here are my answers: poem 1: Neither King nor rich I spare—- answer: epidemic poem 2: wisdom of the countless ages— answer: proverb(s) poem 3:When you’ve figured me out….. answer: dream(s) James A. Tweedie August 22, 2019 N. Ram. My apologies! I didn’t realize this last riddle had been posted earlier. My bad! Thanks. Julian D. Woodruff August 20, 2019 Hardly! Reply Leave a Reply to Mike Bryant 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.