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.
Riddles
Thursday Riddle (June 26, 2014)
#39
It only speaks with lolling tongue
When back and forth by shoulder swung;
But praise for grace a vision brings:
So sweetly the muezzin sings.
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Thursday Riddle (June 19, 2014)
#38
When planted, never grows;
It spans a common measure;
Two shape an act of skill that shows
One’s strength despite the pressure.
Thursday Riddle (June 12, 2014)
#36
Around it goes
With its sharp, little nose;
Can opens, but can’t close.
#37
Never travels, stays in bed
Yet compelled to rest ahead.
Thursday Riddle (June 5, 2014)
Lanis McAllous is bound
Somewhere on hospitable ground,
Delivering traces in all of the places
That Lanis McAllous be found;
Carefully tows wherever he goes
His lodging without any sound.
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Absent from air,
Absent from water,
The fast shall run less
When the temperature’s hotter.
Thursday (May 29, 2014)
Black and white,
Nailed, then red;
Renains conposed
This natter said.
This natter said.
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Though given, it never decreases,
From many a darkness releases,
Miserly the one from whom never spared,
For true can it be only when it is shared;
For true can it be only when it is shared;
Once had, all conjecturing ceases.
Thursday Riddle (May 22, 2014)
Born of metals, rises, settles,
Beckons undeparted petals
And all when the end is met;
In a caliph’s epithet.
Thursday Riddle (May 15, 2014)
My mother is heavy, my father is light,
And though you can see me, you can never free me
From where I exist taking all in my sight.
Thursday Riddle (May 8, 2014)
I rest on a bridge, bending for years,
That I may be served whatever appears.
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I’m given, I’m taken, I’m seldom forsaken,
I can be forgotten, cause pain when I’m lost,
I’m mostly defended whatever the cost,
And often encountered engraved or embossed.
Thursday Riddle (May 1, 2014)
Strike me to start me,
To end, just depart me,
You need at least two
To carry me through.
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It rises and falls like the snarl of a beast
Whose breath lingers hot on my ear,
A savage determined to render me feast?
The thought of it fills me with fear;
Then even as sorely I pity my plight,
I hear now a whistle, the coos of a child,
Then what sounds like rustle of leaves in the night,
Now guttural calls of the wild.
But when I can bear it no more,
I wake my beloved, who barely does rise
When all of the din dissipates with a roar
And leaves me to wonder if all of this madness
Is noises my brain did devise.