#riddlepoems — Public Fediverse posts
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Riddle-Poem 4/6/2026
My stalk holds the forbidden spark
That gave mankind the power of God,
And serves as frantic frenzy’s mark:
An ivy-wrapped and pinecone rod.
I put forth seeds that help you see,
As snakes learn when they shed their skin,
And stave off hunger gradually
While adding licorice to your gin. -
Riddle-Poem 4/6/2026
My stalk holds the forbidden spark
That gave mankind the power of God,
And serves as frantic frenzy’s mark:
An ivy-wrapped and pinecone rod.
I put forth seeds that help you see,
As snakes learn when they shed their skin,
And stave off hunger gradually
While adding licorice to your gin. -
Riddle-Poem 4/6/2026
My stalk holds the forbidden spark
That gave mankind the power of God,
And serves as frantic frenzy’s mark:
An ivy-wrapped and pinecone rod.
I put forth seeds that help you see,
As snakes learn when they shed their skin,
And stave off hunger gradually
While adding licorice to your gin. -
Riddle-Poem 4/6/2026
My stalk holds the forbidden spark
That gave mankind the power of God,
And serves as frantic frenzy’s mark:
An ivy-wrapped and pinecone rod.
I put forth seeds that help you see,
As snakes learn when they shed their skin,
And stave off hunger gradually
While adding licorice to your gin. -
Riddle-Poem 4/6/2026
My stalk holds the forbidden spark
That gave mankind the power of God,
And serves as frantic frenzy’s mark:
An ivy-wrapped and pinecone rod.
I put forth seeds that help you see,
As snakes learn when they shed their skin,
And stave off hunger gradually
While adding licorice to your gin. -
Riddle-Poem 4/5/2026
I calculated thrust and lift
But didn’t factor in the cost.
Now freedom’s both a curse and gift
Since there’s a part of me I’ve lost.
I’ll keep on crafting clever things
Admired by gods and sought by men.
But I’ve hung up my homemade wings
And sworn to never fly again. -
Riddle-Poem 4/5/2026
I calculated thrust and lift
But didn’t factor in the cost.
Now freedom’s both a curse and gift
Since there’s a part of me I’ve lost.
I’ll keep on crafting clever things
Admired by gods and sought by men.
But I’ve hung up my homemade wings
And sworn to never fly again. -
Riddle-Poem 4/5/2026
I calculated thrust and lift
But didn’t factor in the cost.
Now freedom’s both a curse and gift
Since there’s a part of me I’ve lost.
I’ll keep on crafting clever things
Admired by gods and sought by men.
But I’ve hung up my homemade wings
And sworn to never fly again. -
Riddle-Poem 4/5/2026
I calculated thrust and lift
But didn’t factor in the cost.
Now freedom’s both a curse and gift
Since there’s a part of me I’ve lost.
I’ll keep on crafting clever things
Admired by gods and sought by men.
But I’ve hung up my homemade wings
And sworn to never fly again. -
Riddle-Poem 4/5/2026
I calculated thrust and lift
But didn’t factor in the cost.
Now freedom’s both a curse and gift
Since there’s a part of me I’ve lost.
I’ll keep on crafting clever things
Admired by gods and sought by men.
But I’ve hung up my homemade wings
And sworn to never fly again. -
Riddle-Poem 4/4/2026
To branches neither high nor low,
Like parasitic mistletoe,
I cling in bunches evergold
And serve the one who catches hold
As passport to an ancient hell.
In shady grove or woody dell
I break off clean but hesitate…
Then sway the guardian of the gate. -
Riddle-Poem 4/4/2026
To branches neither high nor low,
Like parasitic mistletoe,
I cling in bunches evergold
And serve the one who catches hold
As passport to an ancient hell.
In shady grove or woody dell
I break off clean but hesitate…
Then sway the guardian of the gate. -
Riddle-Poem 4/4/2026
To branches neither high nor low,
Like parasitic mistletoe,
I cling in bunches evergold
And serve the one who catches hold
As passport to an ancient hell.
In shady grove or woody dell
I break off clean but hesitate…
Then sway the guardian of the gate. -
Riddle-Poem 4/4/2026
To branches neither high nor low,
Like parasitic mistletoe,
I cling in bunches evergold
And serve the one who catches hold
As passport to an ancient hell.
In shady grove or woody dell
I break off clean but hesitate…
Then sway the guardian of the gate. -
Riddle-Poem 4/3/2026
Although I line the marshy shore
And shallow ditches by the road,
I’ve long been found most useful for
The cover a quaint abode,
As well for slicing through the air
When squeezed between a lip and tooth
Or bound by twisted, flaxen hair
To sing of wild and rustic Truth. -
Riddle-Poem 4/3/2026
Although I line the marshy shore
And shallow ditches by the road,
I’ve long been found most useful for
The cover a quaint abode,
As well for slicing through the air
When squeezed between a lip and tooth
Or bound by twisted, flaxen hair
To sing of wild and rustic Truth. -
Riddle-Poem 4/3/2026
Although I line the marshy shore
And shallow ditches by the road,
I’ve long been found most useful for
The cover a quaint abode,
As well for slicing through the air
When squeezed between a lip and tooth
Or bound by twisted, flaxen hair
To sing of wild and rustic Truth. -
Riddle-Poem 4/3/2026
Although I line the marshy shore
And shallow ditches by the road,
I’ve long been found most useful for
The cover a quaint abode,
As well for slicing through the air
When squeezed between a lip and tooth
Or bound by twisted, flaxen hair
To sing of wild and rustic Truth. -
Riddle-Poem 4/3/2026
Although I line the marshy shore
And shallow ditches by the road,
I’ve long been found most useful for
The cover a quaint abode,
As well for slicing through the air
When squeezed between a lip and tooth
Or bound by twisted, flaxen hair
To sing of wild and rustic Truth. -
Riddle-Poem 4/2/2026
I wear a long and yellow coat,
A pink hat on my head,
While dancing out a drafted note
On tiptoed, naked lead.
The mark I make is not for good
And easy to undo.
Most commonly, I’m made of wood
And stamped with number two. -
Riddle-Poem 4/2/2026
I wear a long and yellow coat,
A pink hat on my head,
While dancing out a drafted note
On tiptoed, naked lead.
The mark I make is not for good
And easy to undo.
Most commonly, I’m made of wood
And stamped with number two. -
Riddle-Poem 4/2/2026
I wear a long and yellow coat,
A pink hat on my head,
While dancing out a drafted note
On tiptoed, naked lead.
The mark I make is not for good
And easy to undo.
Most commonly, I’m made of wood
And stamped with number two. -
Riddle-Poem 4/2/2026
I wear a long and yellow coat,
A pink hat on my head,
While dancing out a drafted note
On tiptoed, naked lead.
The mark I make is not for good
And easy to undo.
Most commonly, I’m made of wood
And stamped with number two. -
Riddle-Poem 4/2/2026
I wear a long and yellow coat,
A pink hat on my head,
While dancing out a drafted note
On tiptoed, naked lead.
The mark I make is not for good
And easy to undo.
Most commonly, I’m made of wood
And stamped with number two. -
Riddle-Poem 4/1/2026
Before you sharpened, metal, stone
Or wood, you picked me up — a bone
That once had been a donkey’s jaw.
There was as yet no written Law
To regulate this harrowed land.
But I felt hefty in your hand…
Ideal for hammering and hewing.
And you knew just what you were doing. -
Riddle-Poem 4/1/2026
Before you sharpened, metal, stone
Or wood, you picked me up — a bone
That once had been a donkey’s jaw.
There was as yet no written Law
To regulate this harrowed land.
But I felt hefty in your hand…
Ideal for hammering and hewing.
And you knew just what you were doing. -
Riddle-Poem 4/1/2026
Before you sharpened, metal, stone
Or wood, you picked me up — a bone
That once had been a donkey’s jaw.
There was as yet no written Law
To regulate this harrowed land.
But I felt hefty in your hand…
Ideal for hammering and hewing.
And you knew just what you were doing. -
Riddle-Poem 4/1/2026
Before you sharpened, metal, stone
Or wood, you picked me up — a bone
That once had been a donkey’s jaw.
There was as yet no written Law
To regulate this harrowed land.
But I felt hefty in your hand…
Ideal for hammering and hewing.
And you knew just what you were doing. -
Riddle-Poem 3/17/2026
I drive my car across the night
And at both ends I’m seen
To shine a light of golden white
That flashes red and green.
Although fourfold I look like one
Because I’m so remote.
I suckled Saturn’s rebel son
Who named me Little Goat. -
Riddle-Poem 3/17/2026
I drive my car across the night
And at both ends I’m seen
To shine a light of golden white
That flashes red and green.
Although fourfold I look like one
Because I’m so remote.
I suckled Saturn’s rebel son
Who named me Little Goat. -
Riddle-Poem 3/17/2026
I drive my car across the night
And at both ends I’m seen
To shine a light of golden white
That flashes red and green.
Although fourfold I look like one
Because I’m so remote.
I suckled Saturn’s rebel son
Who named me Little Goat. -
Riddle-Poem 3/17/2026
I drive my car across the night
And at both ends I’m seen
To shine a light of golden white
That flashes red and green.
Although fourfold I look like one
Because I’m so remote.
I suckled Saturn’s rebel son
Who named me Little Goat. -
Riddle-Poem 3/15/2026
Because of creeping climate change
That limited the lands I range,
And since I never learned to fear
The upright hurler of the spear
Who coveted my tusk and mane,
Ten thousand years asleep I’ve lain
Beneath a layer of permafrost
On both sides of the bridge I crossed. -
Riddle-Poem 3/15/2026
Because of creeping climate change
That limited the lands I range,
And since I never learned to fear
The upright hurler of the spear
Who coveted my tusk and mane,
Ten thousand years asleep I’ve lain
Beneath a layer of permafrost
On both sides of the bridge I crossed. -
Riddle-Poem 3/15/2026
Because of creeping climate change
That limited the lands I range,
And since I never learned to fear
The upright hurler of the spear
Who coveted my tusk and mane,
Ten thousand years asleep I’ve lain
Beneath a layer of permafrost
On both sides of the bridge I crossed. -
Riddle-Poem 3/15/2026
Because of creeping climate change
That limited the lands I range,
And since I never learned to fear
The upright hurler of the spear
Who coveted my tusk and mane,
Ten thousand years asleep I’ve lain
Beneath a layer of permafrost
On both sides of the bridge I crossed. -
Riddle-Poem 3/15/2026
Because of creeping climate change
That limited the lands I range,
And since I never learned to fear
The upright hurler of the spear
Who coveted my tusk and mane,
Ten thousand years asleep I’ve lain
Beneath a layer of permafrost
On both sides of the bridge I crossed. -
Riddle-Poem 3/1/2026
I used to make my wallet fat
By working as a bureaucrat,
Collecting money at my booth
Disinterested in deeper truth.
But then one day I got a call
And simply walked away from it all.
I heard the summons of the Muse
And started spreading the news. -
Riddle-Poem 3/1/2026
I used to make my wallet fat
By working as a bureaucrat,
Collecting money at my booth
Disinterested in deeper truth.
But then one day I got a call
And simply walked away from it all.
I heard the summons of the Muse
And started spreading the news. -
Riddle-Poem 3/1/2026
I used to make my wallet fat
By working as a bureaucrat,
Collecting money at my booth
Disinterested in deeper truth.
But then one day I got a call
And simply walked away from it all.
I heard the summons of the Muse
And started spreading the news. -
Riddle-Poem 3/1/2026
I used to make my wallet fat
By working as a bureaucrat,
Collecting money at my booth
Disinterested in deeper truth.
But then one day I got a call
And simply walked away from it all.
I heard the summons of the Muse
And started spreading the news. -
Riddle-Poem 3/1/2026
I used to make my wallet fat
By working as a bureaucrat,
Collecting money at my booth
Disinterested in deeper truth.
But then one day I got a call
And simply walked away from it all.
I heard the summons of the Muse
And started spreading the news. -
Riddle-Poem 2/28/2026
With fifty oars and heroes brave
I was the first to cleave the wave,
Plucked from pines on a lofty height.
Mermaids marveled at the sight
And raised their heads above the foam.
I carried golden cargo home
But then was broken into parts
For ease of reading astral charts.#riddlepoems #poem #poetrycommunity #poetry #mythology #astronomy
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Riddle-Poem 2/28/2026
With fifty oars and heroes brave
I was the first to cleave the wave,
Plucked from pines on a lofty height.
Mermaids marveled at the sight
And raised their heads above the foam.
I carried golden cargo home
But then was broken into parts
For ease of reading astral charts.#riddlepoems #poem #poetrycommunity #poetry #mythology #astronomy
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Riddle-Poem 2/28/2026
With fifty oars and heroes brave
I was the first to cleave the wave,
Plucked from pines on a lofty height.
Mermaids marveled at the sight
And raised their heads above the foam.
I carried golden cargo home
But then was broken into parts
For ease of reading astral charts.#riddlepoems #poem #poetrycommunity #poetry #mythology #astronomy
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Riddle-Poem 2/28/2026
With fifty oars and heroes brave
I was the first to cleave the wave,
Plucked from pines on a lofty height.
Mermaids marveled at the sight
And raised their heads above the foam.
I carried golden cargo home
But then was broken into parts
For ease of reading astral charts.#riddlepoems #poem #poetrycommunity #poetry #mythology #astronomy
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Riddle-Poem 2/23/2026
Within this doorless room of bronze
No serpents, bulls or shining swans
Appear before my mortal eye.
But there’s a window to the sky
And golden rain is pouring through.
Soon, I’ll be tossed upon the blue
Enclosed together, in a chest,
With a divine child at my breast. -
Riddle-Poem 2/23/2026
Within this doorless room of bronze
No serpents, bulls or shining swans
Appear before my mortal eye.
But there’s a window to the sky
And golden rain is pouring through.
Soon, I’ll be tossed upon the blue
Enclosed together, in a chest,
With a divine child at my breast. -
Riddle-Poem 2/23/2026
Within this doorless room of bronze
No serpents, bulls or shining swans
Appear before my mortal eye.
But there’s a window to the sky
And golden rain is pouring through.
Soon, I’ll be tossed upon the blue
Enclosed together, in a chest,
With a divine child at my breast. -
Riddle-Poem 2/23/2026
Within this doorless room of bronze
No serpents, bulls or shining swans
Appear before my mortal eye.
But there’s a window to the sky
And golden rain is pouring through.
Soon, I’ll be tossed upon the blue
Enclosed together, in a chest,
With a divine child at my breast. -
Riddle-Poem 2/22/2026
Fifty minus one—do the math—
We’re trying to fill a ritual bath
To wash away our mortal sins:
Daggers disguised as neat hairpins
Once filled our husbands’ hearts with holes.
So now, our sad and restless souls,
Whenever we upturn a spout,
Observe no water pouring out. -
Riddle-Poem 2/22/2026
Fifty minus one—do the math—
We’re trying to fill a ritual bath
To wash away our mortal sins:
Daggers disguised as neat hairpins
Once filled our husbands’ hearts with holes.
So now, our sad and restless souls,
Whenever we upturn a spout,
Observe no water pouring out. -
Riddle-Poem 2/22/2026
Fifty minus one—do the math—
We’re trying to fill a ritual bath
To wash away our mortal sins:
Daggers disguised as neat hairpins
Once filled our husbands’ hearts with holes.
So now, our sad and restless souls,
Whenever we upturn a spout,
Observe no water pouring out. -
Riddle-Poem 2/22/2026
Fifty minus one—do the math—
We’re trying to fill a ritual bath
To wash away our mortal sins:
Daggers disguised as neat hairpins
Once filled our husbands’ hearts with holes.
So now, our sad and restless souls,
Whenever we upturn a spout,
Observe no water pouring out. -
Riddle-Poem 2/20/2026
Though he, like me, attended college,
My partner always plays the fool,
While I picked up more practical knowledge
At Cedar Yorpantz Flying School.
We both have patriotic hearts
(As Minnesotans usually do)
And scholarships not based on smarts
But sports... at Wossamotta U. -
Riddle-Poem 2/20/2026
Though he, like me, attended college,
My partner always plays the fool,
While I picked up more practical knowledge
At Cedar Yorpantz Flying School.
We both have patriotic hearts
(As Minnesotans usually do)
And scholarships not based on smarts
But sports... at Wossamotta U. -
Riddle-Poem 2/20/2026
Though he, like me, attended college,
My partner always plays the fool,
While I picked up more practical knowledge
At Cedar Yorpantz Flying School.
We both have patriotic hearts
(As Minnesotans usually do)
And scholarships not based on smarts
But sports... at Wossamotta U. -
Riddle-Poem 2/20/2026
Though he, like me, attended college,
My partner always plays the fool,
While I picked up more practical knowledge
At Cedar Yorpantz Flying School.
We both have patriotic hearts
(As Minnesotans usually do)
And scholarships not based on smarts
But sports... at Wossamotta U. -
Riddle-Poem 2/16/2026
By no unnatural spell or hex
I banish foul and filthy specks
And clear away the evidence
Of entropy and passed events
That slowly settles on the floor.
I send it flying out the door
Or hide it underneath the mat
And, while I’m at it, shoo the cat. -
Riddle-Poem 2/16/2026
By no unnatural spell or hex
I banish foul and filthy specks
And clear away the evidence
Of entropy and passed events
That slowly settles on the floor.
I send it flying out the door
Or hide it underneath the mat
And, while I’m at it, shoo the cat.