Wanna play a riddle & poetry game?
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anartist (
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April 16th, 2012
I post a poem/riddle. You guess it and/or post your own poem/riddle.
Simple enough?
Here’s mine:
My teeth of garnet will stain you,
a stain deeper than blood or red red wine.
And I have hundreds of them.
I will lure you into my crumbling house and feed you.
I will own you.
You might lose your soul, your life, your liberty.
I brought winter into this land.
A mother bowed before me to save her only child.
Six of my teeth loosed winter into this world,
Twelve and I could have made it eternal.
Who am I?
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49 Answers
Too easy for those of us who had the Greek mythology unit in 9th grade. So I won’t give the answer away, but let the next responder answer.
Well I’m baffled, so do tell!
Wots brown and sounds like a bell? Think Monty Python
Oh what the heck, I’ll join in too… Pomegranate!
Plenty of me will heal you,
Too much of me will kill you,
There is just so much of me,
But I seem to always be running out.
What am I?
UK?
In the Dutch famine of ‘44 people ate me before I got the chance to grow colorful.
Three hundred years prior one could trade me for a house.
”‘Tis not as deep as a well,
nor so wide as a church-door
but tis enough
‘twill serve.”
Wots brown and sounds like a bell? DUNG!
2JANBB methinks the wound was enough to do him in. . .
alas poor Mercutio
the classic riddle
‘Which creature in the morning goes on four legs, at mid-day on two, and in the evening upon three, and the more legs it has, the weaker it is?’
@King_Pariah couldn’t that also be water, running out with the tide?
Hehe. Due to our 9th grade unit on Greek mythology, I know the answer to that also.
So I’ll skip this turn also.
Belatedly, yes, pomegranate.
and I wrote the poem myself
for bonus points, who posed the classic riddle?
Anyone else going to write their own?
another winnah! and what pray tell do you have for us?
Aaagh..drawing a blank…gotta pass for the moment
Barkeep put these two on my tab
the river depth’s measure means nought after all.
Who am I?
A recluse in Amherst
She wrote poems—
She lived, she hid
she sickened
And was—
No more.
And all her verses used the rhyme—
That drove me half-insane
The Yellow Rose of Texas—
A song for auld lang syne—
And WTF is it—-
with the dashes anyway?
Oooh you guys, my brain is in overdrive and yet, I am still not climbing this literary hill, me feels stoopid now. haha
My brain comes in on little cat feet. lol
@anartist: I have restrained myself twice so now get to show off.
The classic riddle was asked by the Sphinx.
@gailcalled at last. HURRAH!
That mythology background gets the spotlight it deserves!
I never took the class you mentioned but I grew up with Bullfinch’s Mythology sitting on the same shelf with all my Andrew Lang Fairytale collections. So for me it was just another good kid read.
Oh @gailcalled, surely not all her verses but I could see how this could pluck your nerves:
I WORKED for chaff, and earning wheat
Was haughty and betrayed.
What right had fields to arbitrate
In matters ratified?
@anartist:
There may be an exception there
In one or two brave rhymes—
but I have never read one
(And I’m the bird betimes)—
No light breaks—-
o’er this head as well
When reading works—-
by that poor Belle.
@janbb well, you can always give up
and hang out
over there
behind the shelf
@janbb: La belle vierge sans virgule
@janbb: Moi, je suppose et pas elle. Une femme jamais drĂ´le.
I wouldn’t be surprised if that Dutchman shows up to show off his knowledge of the French language.
Me I always preferred the role of
la belle dame sans merci
Pass the duchie on de left hand side.
Qui, c’est moi.
Wassup? Do I owe you Jellies an answer/explanation?
hey @rebbel nobody ever answered your riddle. Orange?
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