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The Riddler

The RIDDLER

Riddles are all cracked up to be
I talk, I see and the best comes out of me
The summer shines rain over the sea
Given money, yet I take it back easily
I pay the price that comes for free
With an angle of 86.3 degrees
I gave, I took now I have more than three
Standing left on my right knee
How it came to this, I could not see
Reach in and touch what you can't reach
I slowly stung the heck out of a bee
Living to follow and fall to the Omega-He
I ask for coffee you pour me tea
I found a pebble smaller than the seed of a pea
A curse to  the one who can foresee

Life begins at the end of every war
Bleeding on the outside at the center core
Homebound in the ocean near the shore
The best fun comes out of being bored
I found an open box that was set to store
My dried up tears, long to hit the floor
Blocks in front of the old close door
A smile to give, I want more
Given to the rich from the poor
My heart is new, tired of being sore
A package of love and hate I give to you
We play the fool, he puppets the actor
A far stretch from the old days of a carnivore
I captured a RIDDLE in less than 50 lines
I'm the newest conquistador (A)

By: P.D.
((I have nothing to think of))
 
 HAPPY 4th of JULY

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Paul Callus

April 22, 2016 at 2:54 PM

Quite a riddle, Linda!! Been trying to work it out in bits and pieces, but will have to come back to it again when my mind is clearer:) I take it that at an initial point you were referring to your children....Warm regards // paul

Robert Nehls

June 15, 2014 at 12:39 PM

Crazy poem, Linda. Many observations and thoughts packed into 30 lines. lot to think about with no direction. Such is life, sometimes. thanks for sharing.... Robert.

Andrea Dietrich

April 29, 2014 at 7:05 PM

Hi, PS. Your new avatar is really cute one!! Thought I'd tell you that. One of these days I need to change mine. hahaha

Robin Davis

November 4, 2013 at 7:47 PM

Linda This is a crazy and creative write. Sometimes its fun just to write down random thoughts and see what come out. Nice job Thanks for the sweet comment on my Melodies of Love poem. Hugs

Richard D Seal

April 18, 2013 at 5:00 PM

Hope you're going to give me a smile my Sweet Dark Friend. 'The best fun comes out of bore', hmmm, I always say "lets not be boring", you gotta have a bit of fun sometime, I think you said a lot in this. Anyway it's heads up and that is not a thing I would normally say ha ha. Take care, Richard

Harry Horsman

January 18, 2013 at 9:03 AM

another crazy write which i just love

David Scott

November 28, 2012 at 7:08 AM

i think your thoughts on this are really cool well written very well writenlove the rhyming xx davidscott

Andrea Dietrich

November 27, 2012 at 1:59 PM

PD, thanks for my win in your recent contest. I love when we can show our old poems off! I had to post that older poem of mine since I have no poems in this month that are not for contests! I'm reading an old message chris gave you in 2010 here about Rhinem. So funny to see it.

Chris Smith

August 14, 2010 at 5:38 PM

The riddle of life is always crazy ; )

Priscilla Willis

August 4, 2010 at 6:34 AM

I like this poem, it has quite the beat and moves along with a quick pulse. great poem.

Matt T. Love

July 22, 2010 at 10:46 AM

Hey! Keep me posted. I will be away from computer but I can get e-mails. I hope I wasn't out of line last night. If I can't do an old classical form of poetry, can I protest to have it banned? Hahhahaa! I say step up, or step out. Atleast try to get better. Suckas' Would rather protest than get better. Any way I'll be in touch. And that is my email adress. L.L.

Brian Strand

July 11, 2010 at 11:38 PM

You capture the randomness of some days well LeeAnn.Suitably precised would make a good free verse.Rgds Brian

Jesu Johnson

July 8, 2010 at 7:49 PM

This is an intriguing piece. But it is thought provoking.... I like it!!!!!!

Carol Fillmore

July 8, 2010 at 2:20 PM

Thanks for your comments on my poems, much appreciated:)

Adell Foster

July 8, 2010 at 10:31 AM

Brilliant! P.D. your imagery is truly captivating "I pay the price that comes for free" brings thoughts of mankind trying to resolve everything without the help of the Creator. The soul searching for answers that lead to true healing. What a feat to sting the heck out of a bee. "Living to follow and fall to the Omega-He" Alas, "We play the fool, he puppets the actor" Nothing to think of? LOL friend you've opened a box of lifes many contemplations/curiosities. Thanks for sharing the read

Lynette Chachere

July 6, 2010 at 3:12 PM

well, i like to wake up early sometimes, and i wanted to be able to comment early today.(: i set my alarm and everything, my brain is my alarm.lol ~Always

Billy Mcpherson Jr.

July 6, 2010 at 7:24 AM

This is a great write. Sorta seems like a riddle itself, yet so self explanatory. Nice work.

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

July 6, 2010 at 1:42 AM

well with nothing to think of--you still came up with some gems in your lines--I definitely like that open box and dried tears line--although this is still mind-boggling to me! haha but I think you just gave me an idea for something!! super thank you--I was trying to figure out how to do something when reading this became a light bulb moment!

Lynette Chachere

July 5, 2010 at 9:59 PM

the ending just totally had me lost.lol are you the actor, or one of the fools? lol."P.d tHe fOoL"=boo boo the fool ~aLWAYS"

C.C Bloomsfield

July 5, 2010 at 4:58 AM

It has sense in.take from the rich,give to the poor,going Robin hood:)New heart over being sore,stung the heck out of a bee,this made me chucklep.d,great wrk,regards p.d.d-C

Sruthi Ajith

July 5, 2010 at 3:08 AM

crazyyyyyyyyyyy.....i like the line`life begins at the end of every war' very much. nice.

Christopher Brantley

July 4, 2010 at 8:46 PM

This is very rhymey lol. My favorite part was "I found an open box that was set to store. My dried up tears, long to hit the floor.". Thanks for commenting on my poem. Hope you had a great 4th.