Thursday Riddle (October 2, 2014)

These two brothers spindly, asleep they remain To wake for employment that comes with the rain; Together they sleep and together they rise, And all that they sweep expeditiously dries.

Thursday Riddle (September 25, 2014)

Waves to me; rapidly dies Between the stars beyond the skies.

Thursday Riddle (September 18, 2014)

Taller than mountains and wider than skies, Yet never been seen, well hidden from eyes, Survives on appeasement and plentiful lies, And all the corruption that it justifies; It seldom obeys, most often defies, Repressed by the best who inhibit it’s rise Through stratagems wily and formulas wise, A noisy companion that nags till it dies.

Thursday Riddle (September 11, 2014)

Born of cowardice and shame, Blackens hearts that love to blame; But when borne by pure intent, Deftly uttered where it’s meant, Softens hearts and binds them true,  To outweigh the good you do.

Thursday Riddle (September 4, 2014)

Four brothers kingly unsurprisingly Unite their four kingdoms as one; Each joins with their subjects, all end up divided, Desired by some, while by others derided, For hours and hours of fun;

Thursday Riddle (August 28, 2014)

Grab hold of my tail and walk me around, My bearing Plecostomus-like on the ground; The nothing I make shall noisily take Whatever my kisser has found.

Thursday Riddle (August 21, 2014)

Holds numbers and names and so many places, And many a kind of beast and of bird, Uncountable happy-sad voices and faces, And many a word read, spoken or heard.

Thursday Riddle (August 14, 2014)

I’ll take your palms, your knees and toes,My touch is soft, so calm your woes; Exhale your anger, drain your mind, Inhale the languor that you find When I am spread, and spread I’m best To kiss your head at every rest,And hear the conversation sweet, A conversation to repeat.

Thursday Riddle (August 7, 2014)

I’ve got no face, possess no head, Have naught for the palms of my hands, My slender legs may walk if led By claps that aim to settle demands For portions of what I may tread.

Thursday Riddle (July 31, 2014)

It has a remarkably large appetite For what is entirely waste, yet it might Present to a mother the help that she seeks As softly together they kiss baby cheeks.