"Do not begrudge this,
For it is the fate of every man.
Yet it is feared,
And shunned in many lands.
Causes problems, and sometimes gaps,
Can hobble the strongest, and make memory lapse.
What is this danger we all face?
For being a part - of the human race.
The answer is: age

The more of it there is,
The less you see.
The answer is:  not smoke

Teacher, open thy book.
The answer is: butterfly

My tines are long.
My tines are short.
My tines end ere
My first report.
The answer is: Lightning

Turn us on our backs
And open up our stomachs
You will be the wisest of men
Though at start a lummox.
The answer is: book

The hungry dog howls
For crust of bread.
His cry goes unheard
It's far overhead.
The answer is: dog

Bury deep,
Pile on stones,
Yet I will
Dig up the bones.
The answer is: Memories

A cloth poorly dyed
And an early morning sky
How are they the same?
-- Their color changes easily.

It occurs once in every minute
Twice in every moment
And yet never in one hundred thousand years.
The answer is:  M

My first wears my second; my third might be
What my first would acquire if he went to the sea.
Put together my one, two, three
And the belle of New York is the girl for me.
The answer is: Manhattan

Never ahead, ever behind,
Yet flying swiftly past;
For a child I last forever,
For adults I'm gone too fast.
The answer is: Childhood

Two horses, swiftest travelling,
Harnessed in a pair, and
Grazing ever in places
Distant from them.
The answer is: eyes

It can be said:
To be gold is to be good;
To be stone is to be nothing;
To be glass is to be fragile;
To be cold is to be cruel.
Unmetaphored, what am I?
The answer is: heart

Round she is, yet flat as a board
Altar of the Lupine Lords.
Jewel on black velvet, pearl in the sea
Unchanged but e'erchanging, eternally.
The answer is: moon

Twice four and twenty blackbirds
sitting in the rain
I shot and killed a quarter of them
How many do remain?
-- Since, after shooting 1/4 of the birds, the rest will fly off, the answer should be either (2*(4+20))/4=12 or ((2*4)+20)/4=7 or none.

First will be last
Last will be first
And all in between will also be cursed
Open the door and the thing will be there
So be carefull and beware!
-- Unknown. Thought to be: Post. As in the post on a door.

It has a golden head
It has a golden tail
but it hasn't got a body.
The answer is: coin

Speak, friend, and enter!
The answer is: friend

A leathery snake,
With a stinging bite,
I'll stay coiled up,
Unless I must fight.
The answer is: whip

There is not wind enough to twirl
That one red leaf, nearest of its clan,
Which dances as often as dance it can.
The answer is: not yet known

Half-way up the hill, I see thee at last
Lying beneath me with thy sounds and sights --
A city in the twilight, gleaming and vast,
With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
The answer is: not yet known

I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadventant fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed,
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
The answer is: not yet known

Many-maned scud-thumper,
Maker of worn wood,
Portly pusher,
The answer is: not yet known

Make me thy lyre, even as the forests are.
What if my leaves fell like its own --
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep autumnal tone.
The answer is: not yet known

This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the body falls home.
The answer is: not yet known

I've measured it from side to side,
'Tis three feet long and two feet wide.
It is of compass small, and bare
To thirsty suns and parching air.
The answer is: not yet known

My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face,
Careering along, yet always in place,
The thought has often come into my mind
If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
The answer is: not yet known

Then all thy feculent majesty recalls
The nauseuous mustiness of forsaken bowers,
The leprous nudity of deserted halls --
The positive nastiness of sullied flowers.
And I mark the colours, yellow and black,
The fresco thy lithe, dictatorial thighs.
The answer is: not yet known

What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?
The answer is: mountain

Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First they champ,
Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.
The answer is: teeth

Voiceless it cries,
Wingless it flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
The answer is: wind

An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
"That eye is like to this eye"
Said the first eye,
"But in low place,
Not in high place."
The answer is: daisy

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
The answer is: darkness

A box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
The answer is: Eggs

Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.
The answer is: fish

This thing all things devours:
Birds, beast, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
The answer is: time

You feel it, but never see it and never will.
The answer is: heart

You must keep it after giving it.
The answer is: promise

As light as a feather, but you can't hold it for ten minutes.
The answer is: breath

Has a mouth but does not speak, has a bed but never sleeps.
The answer is: river

Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
The answer is:  water

You break it even if you name it!
The answer is:  silence

It passes before the sun and makes no shadow.
-- The air?

You feed it, it lives, you give it something to drink, it dies.
The answer is: fire

A red drum which sounds
Without being touched,
And grows silent,
When it is touched.
The answer is: heart

A harvest sown and reaped on the same day
In an unplowed field,
Which increases without growing,
Remains whole though it is eaten
Within and without,
Is useless and yet
The staple of nations.
The answer is: war

If you break me
I do not stop working,
If you touch me
I may be snared,
If you lose me
Nothing will matter.
The answer is: hope

All about, but cannot be seen,
Can be captured, cannot be held
No throat, but can be heard.
The answer is: noises

I go around in circles,
But always straight ahead
Never complain,
No matter where I am led.
The answer is: wheel

Lighter than what
I am made of,
More of me is hidden
Than is seen.
The answer is: iceberg

If a man carried my burden,
He would break his back.
I am not rich,
But leave silver in my track.
The answer is: snail

My life can be measured in hours,
I serve by being devoured.
Thin, I am quick
Fat, I am slow
Wind is my foe.
The answer is: candle

Weight in my belly,
Trees on my back,
Nails in my ribs,
Feet I do lack.
The answer is: boat

You can see nothing else
When you look in my face
I will look you in the eye
And I will never lie.
The answer is: mirror

I am always hungry,
I must always be fed,
The finger I lick
Will soon turn red.
The answer is: fire

Three lives have I.
Gentle enough to soothe the skin,
Light enough to caress the sky
Hard enough to crack rocks.
The answer is: water

Glittering points
That downward thrust,
Sparkling spears
That never rust.
The answer is: icicles

Each morning I appear
To lie at your feet,
All day I follow
No matter how fast you run,
Yet I nearly perish
In the midday sun.
The answer is: shadow

Keys without locks
Yet I unlock the soul.
The answer is: piano

Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I
Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
-- In the mind

I am so simple,
That I can only point
Yet I guide men
All over the world.
The answer is: compass

A beggar's brother went out to sea and drowned.
But the man who drowned had no brother.
What was the relationship between the man who drowned and the beggar?
The answer is: sister

For our ambrosia we were blessed,
by Jupiter, with a sting of death.
Though our might, to some is jest,
we have quelled the dragon's breath.
Who are we?
The answer is: bees

Colored as a maiden tweaked,
time was naught when I began;
through the garden I was sneaked,
I alone am the fall of man.
What am I?
The answer is: apple

Early ages the iron boot tread,
with Europe at her command.
Through time power slipped and fled,
'til the creation of new holy land.
Who am I?
-- Italy (Rome)

One thin, one bold,
one sick, one cold.
The earth we span,
to prey upon man.
Who are we?
The answer is:  The Four Horsemen

One where none should be,
or maybe where two should be,
seeking out purity,
in the kings trees.
What am I?
The answer is: unicorn

One tooth to bite,
he's the forests foe.
One tooth to fight,
as all Norse know.
What is it?
The answer is: axe

This creature, part man and part tree,
hates the termite as much as the flea.
His tracks do not match,
and his limbs may detach,
but he's not a strange creature to see.
What is it?
-- A man with a wooden leg.

The part of the bird
that is not in the sky,
which can swim in the ocean
and always stay dry.
What is it?
The answer is: shadow

Dead and bound,
what once was free.
What made no sound,
now sings with glee.
What is it?
-- A wooden, stringed instrument.

The root tops the trunk
on this backward thing,
that grows in the winter
and dies in the spring.
What is it?
The answer is: icicle

Touching one, yet holding two,
it is a one link chain
binding those who keep words true,
'til death rent it in twain.
What is it?
The answer is: ring

A Statue with the Inscription : All ye who Enter here, weep, for my Story is a sorrowful one. (Or something similar)
The correct response was to weep in front of the statue, which opened a secret door behind It. I used a slightly harder version of that on my Group, and it stumped them for quite a while.
-- Weeping.

The wise and knowledgeable man is sure of it.
Even the fool knows it.
The rich man wants it.
The greatest of heroes fears it.
Yet the lowliest of cowards would die for it.
What is this upon which I ponder?
The answer is: nothing

I am and yet can not
am an Idea, yet can rot
am two but none
am on land, but on sea.
What am I?
The answer is:  paradox

All in white
Fossil, fresh snow, a loan, the sky,
Just what am I?
The answer is: bride

I am better than sex,
I am worse than MS-DOS,
Dead men eat me,
If you eat me you'll die.
The answer is: nothing

Two horses, swiftest travelling,
Harnessed in a pair, and
Grazing ever in places
Distant from them.
The answer is: not yet known

What is greater than God,
Worse than the Devil,
Dead man eat it,
If you eat it you'll die.
The answer is: nothing

I am a wonderful help to women,
The hope of something to come. I harm
No citizen except my slayer.
Rooted I stand on a high bed.
I am shaggy below. Sometimes the beautiful
Peasant's daughter, an eager-armed,
Proud woman grabs my body,
Rushes my red skin, holds me hard,
Claims my head. The curly-haired
Woman who catches me fast will feel
Our meeting. Her eye will be wet.
The answer is: onion

I saw a swift one shoot out on the road:
S   S   I   P
I saw a woman sitting alone.
The answer is: piss

Power and treasure for a prince to hold,
Hard and steep-cheeked, wrapped in red
Gold and garnet, ripped from a plain
Of bright flowers, wrought - a remnant
Of fire and file, bound in stark beauty
With delicate wire, my grip makes
Warriors weep, my sting threatens
The hand that grasps gold. Studded
With a ring, I ravage heir and heirloom.
To my lord and foes always lovely
And deadly, altering face and form.
The answer is: sword

As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives;
Every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St. Ives?
The answer is:  one

Dawns away,
The day's turned grey,
And I must travel far away.
But I'll be back,
And then we'll track,
The light of yet another day.
The answer is: sun

Deep, dark, underground,
That is the place where I'll be found.
Yet brought into the light of day,
I sprinkle sunlight every-which-a-way.
Though dulled with oil I will be found,
I am remarkably well and throughly sound.
Cut me quick and it will be seen,
That I instantly have a marvelous sheen.
The answer is: diamond

Long legs, crooked thighs,
Little head, and no eyes.
The answer is: tongs

What has six eyes,
Six arms,
Six legs,
Three heads,
And a very short life?
-- Three peasants about to be eaten by a dragon; the Monkees about to be eaten by a dragon.

What is it that speaks without any words?
And can be loudly, and distinctly heard?
Will drive away friend, and foe alike.
And is enough to make a stolid man's face alight?
-- Passing gas; farting.

What must be in the oven yet can not be baked?
Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day?
What sinks in water but rises with air?
Looks like skin, but is fine as hair?
The answer is:  yeast

Little Johnny Walker,
My, but he was a talker!
Yet nary a word did he say!
When I took him out,
Then they would all point and shout!
And ask that I put him away.
(This is NOT a dirty riddle. So get your mind out of the gutter!)
The answer is: opinions

Two legs sat upon three legs with one leg in his lap.
In comes four legs, grabs one leg, and runs off with him.
Up jumps two legs, grabs up three legs, throws it after four legs,
and makes him bring back one leg.
Who are we?
-- One leg is a leg of mutton. Two legs is a person. Three legs is a stool. Four legs is a dog.

They are many and one,
They wave and they drum,
Used to cover a stare,
They go with you everywhere.
The answer is: hands

Stomp, stomp,
Chomp, chomp,
Romp, romp.
Standing still,
all in gear.
The answer is: Horses

Sweet tooth,
Ah shoot,
All gone,
We all long,
For another piece of it.
The answer is: Candy

It comes in on little cat's feet,
Is neither sour, nor sweet.
Hovers in the air,
And then is not there.
The answer is: mist

A laugh,
A cry,
A moan,
A sigh.
The answer is: Emotions

What is it you have to answer?
But to answer you have to ask?
And to ask you have to speak?
And to speak you have to know,
The answer.
The answer is: riddle

I can hit you in the eye,
Yet twinkle in the sky,
Expanding when I die,
What do you think am I?
The answer is: star

Wishes I washes,
Can get it in my hair,
Makes me not look too fair.
The answer is: Mud

White on black,
And black on white.
Helps you to know things,
By using your sight.
The answer is: monitor

Up a hill,
Down a hill,
Over them I may roam,
But after all my walking,
There's no place like my own.
The answer is: home

This thing is a most amazing thing.
For it can be both as sharp as a knife,
Or as flat as a floor.
And yet, for all that it can be,
It is as natural as a bee.
The answer is: Music

Deep, deep, do they go.
Spreading out as they go.
Never needing any air.
They are sometimes as fine as hair.
The answer is: Roots

Oh Lord!  I am not worthy!
I bend my limbs to the ground.
I cry, yet without a sound.
Let me drink of waters deep.
And in silence I will weep.
The answer is: willow

Shifting, Shifting, Drifting deep.
Below me great and mighty cities sleep.
Swirling, Scurlling, All around.
I'm only where no water will be found.
The answer is: desert

I bubble and laugh
And spit water in your face.
I am no lady,
And I don't wear lace.
The answer is: fountain

What has wings,
But can not fly.
Is enclosed,
But can outside also lie.
Can open itself up,
Or close itself away.
Is the place of kings and queens,
And doggerel of every means.
What is it upon which I stand?
Which can lead us to different lands.
The answer is: stage

Do not begrude this,
For it is the fate of every man.
Yet it is feared,
And shunned in many lands.
Causes problems, and sometimes gaps,
Can hobble the strongest, and make memory laps.
What is this danger we all face?
For being a part - of the human race.
The answer is: age

Woe to Norman,
That craggy man.
Who's known such horrors,
As to exceed the grief of man.
And as it was written,
A daughter was lost.
When the seas came a coming,
With a shout, and hoar frost.
Oh, where can he be?
This man of cruel fate.
Whose teeth are gnashing,
And a face full of hate.
-- The Wreck of the Hesperus by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (The reef of Norman's Woe).

His eyes were raging,
That scraggly beast.
His lips were bursting,
With rows of angry teeth.
Upon his back a razor was found,
And in his thoughts - my death abound.
It was a fearsome battle we fought,
My life - or his, one would be bought.
And when we were through, and death chilled the air,
We cut out his heart, and ate it with flair.
Who was he?
-- A wild boar (razorback).

I travelled inwards,
To that heart where no one else roamed.
Where only the birds and animals found a home.
Where the pixies flew with an audible air,
And tangles twigs and leaves within my hair.
Ah.  I love this place, this paradise,
Where everything is so beautiful,
So still, and so nice.
Where did he go?
-- The heart of the forest.

Of these things - I have two.
One for me - and one for you.
And when you ask about the price,
I simply smile and nod twice.
The answer is: Sharing

I am a strange creature,
Hovering in the air,
Moving from here to there,
With a brilliant flare.
Some say I sing,
But others say I have no voice.
So I just hum - as a matter of choice.
What am I?
The answer is: hummingbird

Sleeping during the day,
I hide away.
Watchful through the night,
I open at dawn's light.
But only for the briefest time,
Do I shine.
And then I hide away,
And sleep through the day.
The answer is: morning glory

Looks like water,
But it's heat.
Sits on sand,
Lays on concrete.
People have been known,
To follow it everywhere.
But it gets them no place,
And all they can do is stare.
The answer is: mirage

A part of heaven,
Though it touches the earth.
Some say it's valuable,
Others - no worth.
The answer is: rainbow

I stand,
And look across the sea,
With its waves, crests, troughs, and valleys.
I stride,
Across this water, my horse following after,
And while it laps against his withers,
And brushes against my thighs,
I fill the emptiness with laughter.
And he - with his sighs.
Whether do we go?
Or do we go at all?
Or are we simply out here wading,
To the next port of call.
Where the sea ends,
Where the loam lays firm beneath my feet,
And I can mount my steed again,
And continue til next we meet.
What is really being talked about?
-- The open plains.

It roars its challenge,
And I respond.
It takes my abuse,
And goes beyond.
Filled with liquid,
In my hurried haste,
I wield my staff,
In this turgid race.
But once I have vanquished,
The mighty foe,
I float like a thistle,
While moving ever so slow.
What are we talking about really?
-- Going down a river with rapids in a boat.

I was born blind,
And could not see,
Until it was a quarter of three.
I could not smile,
Til half past six,
And all of my arms and legs
Were made of sticks.
The answer is: doll

Ah!  My breath doth shake,
My limbs are thin,
My belly aches.
Whiteness doth crown my head,
And the tracks I leave,
Are unsteady where I've led.
I look out through rheumy eyes,
And seem to say my last goodbyes.
The darkness doth draw me near,
I lean towards it - the better to hear.
The answer is: age

A riddle given by two people to a third (1st person, 2nd person):
Tis not, tis is.
Tis good, tis bad.
Tis left, tis right.
Tis day, tis night.
The answer is: opposites

Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
On the King's kitchen door.
All the King's horses,
And all the King's men,
Couldn't get Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
Off the King's kitchen door.
The answer is: Sunlight

It was once upon a time,
and nursery rhymes.
When genii's stood all in a row.
When Little Jack Horner,
Sat in his corner,
And all the King's men said "Aye!  Aye!" today.
So Heigh-Diddle-diddle,
Eat crumpets and play the fiddle,
While a cow makes curry and whey.
And we'll all laugh,
To see such fun,
And maybe we'll come again - to play.
-- Childhood; childhood's fairy tales.

It is a tolling of the night.
When all is still.
And the wind whispers near the mill.
Twas struck twelve times!
And his voice rang out!
And then, it was stilled.
-- A bell ringing out at midnight.

What mysteries are in its creation?
Who's hand did bend its ore?
Where did the knowledge come from?
And could he have made any more?
On his finger it did lie,
Yet on his soul the more.
For the fire it would bring,
Would make his heart ring,
And death, would come knocking at his door.
-- A ring of fire.

It was asked of me what I could be made,
And so people were fed from me.
It was asked of me what I could be made,
And so houses were built.
It was asked of me what I could be made,
And so things were written.
It was asked of me what I could be made,
And so I fertilized the ground.
But when asked more of what I could be made,
There was nothing to be found.
The answer is: tree

With this you can do wonderous things.
Look at things close, or far away,
You can see things big,
Or you can see things small.
Or maybe you don't see things at all.
I come in many colors and hues,
Sometimes green and sometimes blue.
And when I'm red - it's not from shame,
But from something with a different name.
The answer is: eyes

Oh how I love my dancing feet!
They stay together - oh so neat.
And when I want to walk a line,
They all stay together and do double time.
I count them up, ten times or more,
And race on-off, across the floor.
The answer is: centipede

They were made for a fairy queen's feet.
To cover them and keep them tidy, and neat.
A flower, of various sizes and hues,
Their name is the opposite of a grown man's shoes.
The answer is: slippers

Part pickle, part crazy,
You can't call this flower lazy.
It perks its head up with a snout
And if it had a voice - I'm sure it'd shout.
The answer is: Daffodil

Bound by age, comfort and zest,
The inquiring hand could not rest.
But given to her heart's desire,
She gave to us - our worst quagmires.
And so now we wallow in our grief,
And seeking to close the box we weep.
While famine, plague, and other woes,
Beset ourselves - and our foes.
-- Pandora's Box.

Nestled among a thorny embrace,
What should I see but a small, plump, face.
With cheeks rosey red,
And neck way too long.
He'll be ripe for plucking,
Before too long.
-- Prickly pear or other thorny, fruit-bearing plant.

A muttered rumble was heard from the pen,
And I, in my walking, stopped to look in.
What was this I saw?
A massive beast, hooved, and jawed.
With spikes upon its mighty brow,
I watched as he struck the turf and prowled.
And yet for all of his magnificience,
He couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
The answer is: bull

There once was a man who sang this song:
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
He'd sit around and sing this song:
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
"Hi! Ho!" away he'd go,
Singing all night long!
Hey dilly, dill, dang, dang, do-reeee!
He'd stay up til it was three!
On his knee he'd keep a jug!
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
And with it he'd keep a mug!
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
"Hi! Ho!" away he'd go!
Off to see the girls.
To laugh and sing and play his games,
Until he went insane!
Oh what can it be that's this much fun?
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
Seems its liked by everyone.
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
"Hi! Ho!" off we go!
Off to have some fun!
To have a taste, a bit of fun,
And be like everyone!
Tell me now, all about this row!
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
Oh, what's this now, I feel like a sow?
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
Up is down and down is up,
I feel so sick inside.
Guess I'll have to drink some more,
Or cover my head and hide!
"Hi! Ho!" away we go!
Off into the night!
And if you can tell me what this is,
I'll tell you that you're right!
"Hi! Ho!" away we go!
Off into the night!
So tell me quick, I've got an itch,
To have some more tonight!
The answer is: Liquor

Twas the night of the day
in which I must relay
that in which I took part in.
For the sun was out
and without so much as a shout
he quietly went in.
Twas ever so queer
I thought he would leer
but never a word did I get in.
For without another word
(at least that's what I heard)
He was back to the place he'd been in.
The answer is: eclipse

Twas the giantess who told me what to do.
Twas she who opened the doors,
And close the windows.  Not I.
Twas her who decided the chair did well on the lawn.
And the table should be in the basement.
I have done naught to deserve punishment,
For I did not place the dog on the lamp,
Nor the cat in the chimney.
Twas the giantess.
-- A child playing with her doll house.

A lazy day looked down upon her,
And with eyes barely slitted, she saw me.
I wondered if I should wander.
But drew back when her eyes grew the bigger.
Satisfied of my cowering, she stretched,
Yawned, and spread her fingers langorously.
And I, with my petite fingers rubbed my nose as I watched.
She knew I had to eat and that soon I would emerge.
Drawing my darkness forth with me to escape notice.
It would not matter, for in the end we would
Perform our pagan dance.  With its rituals of sunlight,
And shadow.  Of words, softly spoken - or sprayed upon the wall.
If I am lucky, oh so lucky, I will whisk away
Upon a squeal of delight - or is it pain?
And ponder the world once more, from within
The hovel, the crawl space, the cracks.
Where I live.
-- A cat and a mouse.

From sun up to sun down I stare out across the sea.
From sun down to sun up I stare out across the sea.
But while with sun up I can only blink in the brightness.
With the sun down I can blink out the brightness.
The answer is: lighthouse

A lot of bark,
But no one notices.
A lot to bite,
And everyone cares.
I'm not a dog,
If anyone notices.
And there's a lot to me,
But I don't have hair.
I stand up straight,
If you've noticed me.
I've got lots of limbs,
If anyone cares.
I can give you shade,
If you've noticed it.
And I do even more,
I give you air.
The answer is: tree

Twas in December or June,
When my lady did swoon.
When her hair did fall off,
And her glasses were lost.
When she did scream,
In a manner most obscene.
While pointing at me,
And saying "Eeeeee!  Eeeeee!"
I must say it was all a bit much,
Since no one did I touch.
But it was quite apparent,
That something was errant.
So I decided to come back another day,
When, mayhap, she was away.
The answer is: mouse

This thing is many things.
It is joyful,
It is quiet,
It is bubbling,
It is roaring,
It can jump,
And it can sit.
It can whisper,
And it can drip.
What is it of which I speak?
What is it which can be both shallow and deep?
The answer is: Water

I drift,
As slowly as a lazy river.
I dance,
Upon as little as a puff of air.
I tumble,
Better than the greatest acrobat.
Down to the ground.
Where I lie,
Til I get my second wind.
So I can begin again.
The answer is: leaf

A riddle, easily solved.
Red breasted.
Only one in a field of many.
Born in an egg.
Inspired to sing.
Now gather the letters and tell me what I mean.
The answer is: robin

I have four of these,
With matching extremities.
They can do many things,
And hardly ever bring me pain.
Unless I stick them with a pin,
Or burn them sometimes when...
What is it that I can wiggle at will?
And use in other means still?
The answer is: Fingers

What are all your fingers for?
One's to point, of that I'm sure.
One's for the doctor - whereever he may roam,
One's for the accuser - to point out what is known.
One's for the ear, without which we can not hear.
And one get's us a ride, so we can rest our back side.
What are all your finger for?
Tell me which is which, and I'll even our score.
-- Thumb: Hitchhike, 1st Finger: Accusing finger, 2nd Finger: Doctor's finger, 3rd Finger: Pointing finger, 4th Finger: Ear finger.

I am a box,
Full of that which is most rare.
But it isn't a flute,
And it isn't some hair.
Though soft be my bed,
I am as hard as a rock.
And though dull in the darkness,
I glisten once unlocked.
What am I, this box so strange?
To hold such a treasure,
Which is not so plain.
The answer is: jewelry box

The giant slept upon the rocks,
His bones, sealed tight against them.
A hoary hand, outstruck against fate's decree,
That he should thus be kept from his purpose in life.
Not knowing that his time has passed,
And that that, which gave him his reason for living,
His roots,
Were no longer his own.
But blackened stumps,
Against which no living being could hope to live.
In his passing, life found purchase.
For other creatures, making use of that which would remain,
Would, in of themselves, find life.
While the giant slept,
Upon the rocks.
-- A tree frozen/caught in a stream.

I dreamed I saw a fairy's dance,
Upon the midnight sky.
Where lights, like lantern's grew,
Without a whim, or a why.
Amid their joy,
Amid their dance,
I came running into their midst.
But with nar'ry a sound,
They drew away,
And fell into the mist.
Oh, I saw them again,
But only from very far.
Dancing in the air at night,
Like tiny lanterns, or tiny stars.
The answer is: Lightning bugs

When I looked upon the flames of his passion,
And the coolness of her touch,
I knew tragedy could only come from their union.
And indeed, when they came together,
Darkness reigned upon the land.
And although they were soon separated,
Learning as they did that they were not for each other,
Still, their passing regards for each other,
Left it's impression upon all who had witnessed it.
And would be talked about for ages still to come.
The answer is: eclipse

Oh woe is me!  Woe is me!
To have lost that which I can never buy back!
To be unable to recall that which has transpired!
Let my breath be returned!
Let time recoil!
Let this not be so!
Oh woe is me!  Woe is me!
-- He broke his word.

What has a coat?
Hugs you not in sympathy?
Whose smile you'd rather not see?
Whose stance is a terrible thing to see?
Who is it that brave men run away from?
Whose fingers are clawed?
Whose sleep lasts for months?
And who's company we shunt?
The answer is: bear

You can tumble in it,
Roll in it,
Burn it,
Animals eat it,
Used to cover floors,
Still used beyond stall doors.
Freshens whatever it is placed on,
Absorbs whatever is poured into it.
What is it?
The answer is: Hay

Within passion's fruit they will be found,
And more of them in the pomegranate's crown.
Rowed they are within an apple's core,
Yet other fruits have them more.
And though the nectarine has but one,
Still, this is all just in fun.
Playing hide and seek - a children's game.
Finding out each player is just the same.
The answer is: Seeds

'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in hell,
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest,
And in the depths of the ocean its presence confes'd;
'Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder,
Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder;
'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,
Attends him at birth and awaits him at death,
Presides o'er his happiness, honor and health,
Is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth.
In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care,
But is sure to be lost on his prodigal heir;
It begins every hope, every wish it must bound,
With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned;
Without it the soldier and seaman may roam,
But woe to the wretch who expels it from home!
In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found,
Nor e'er in the whirlwind of passion be drowned;
'Twill soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear,
It will make him acutely and instantly hear.
Set in shade, let it rest like a delicate flower;
Ah!  Breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour
The answer is: H

We are little airy creatures,
All of different voice and features;
One of us in glass is set,
One of us you'll find in jet,
T'other you may see in tin,
And the fourth a box within;
If the fifth you should pursue,
It can never fly from you.
The answer is: vowels

I'm a strange contradiction; I'm new, and I'm old,
I'm often in tatters, and oft decked with gold.
Though I never could read, yet lettered I'm found;
Though blind, I enlighten; though loose, I am bound,
I'm always in black, and I'm always in white;
I'm grave and I'm gay, I am heavey and light-
In form too I differ - I'm thick and I'm thin,
I've no flesh and bones, yet I'm covered with skin;
I've more points than the compass, more stops than the flute;
I sing without voice, without speaking confute.
I'm English, I'm German, I'm French, and I'm Dutch;
Some love me too fondly, some slight me too much;
I often die soon, though I sometimes live ages,
And no monarch alive has so many pages.
The answer is: book

As I went through the garden gap,
Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap!
A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,
If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.
The answer is: cherry

Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,
He comes roaring up the land --
The King of Scots, with all his power,
Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower!
The answer is: wind

Flour of England, fruit of Spain,
Met together in a shower of rain;
Put in a bag tied round with a string,
If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.
The answer is: pudding

Little Nancy Etticote,
In a white petticoat,
With a red nose;
The longer she stands
The shorter she grows.
The answer is: candle

I have a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep;
She wades the waters deep, deep, deep;
She climbs the mountains high, high, high;
Poor little creature she has but one eye.
The answer is: star

What is it that races your mind?
Sets your heart on fire,
And blows off time?
Used to be a drink,
But isn't anymore.
And can be bought down the street;
In the five and ten cent store?
The answer is: Coke

I saw a company a marching,
A marching across the sea.
And looking upon them,
I asked myself "What can they be?"
For there was a horse,
And there was a cow,
And there were men marching,
With houses and trees.  But how?
I saw a company marching,
A marching across the sea.
And wondered in my rest,
How lazy I must be.
The answer is: Clouds

I'm up.
I'm down.
I'm all around.
Yet never can I be found.
Who am I?
The answer is: wind

I can be moved.
I can be rolled.
But nothing will I hold.
I'm red and I'm blue.
And I can be other colors too.
Having no head, though similar in shape,
I have no eyes - yet move all over the place.
What am I?
The answer is: ball

I can be eaten,
I can be grown,
And sometimes you'll find me,
As part of your home.
Though able to bend,
And sticky when broke,
I'm stouter than maple,
But weaker than oak.
What am I?
-- A pecan or walnut tree.

Upon me you can tread,
Though softly under cover.
And I will take you places,
That you have yet to discover.
I'm high, and I'm low,
Though flat in the middle.
And though a joy to the children,
Adults think of me little.
What am I?
The answer is: Stairs

What is it which builds things up?
Lays mountains low?
Dries up lakes,
And makes things grow?
Cares not a whim about your passing?
And is like few other things,
Because it is everlasting?
The answer is: Time

It sat upon a willow tree,
And sang softly unto me.
Easing my pain and sorrow with its song,
I wished to fly, but tarried long.
And in my suffering,
The willow was like a cool clear spring.
What was it that helped me so?
To spend my time in my woe.
The answer is: bird

I awoke with start.
Hearing its voice in the dark.
And shook more so from within,
Than that which came upon the wind.
Then, with a flare and a flash.
I hid my head and awaited the crash.
What is it that shook my body so?
And made me hide way down low?
The answer is: lightning

Quickly, quickly up they run.
Then down again here they come.
Moving up, then down, then up again,
Take notes, and start again.
Combining both sharps and flats.
Does anyone know where they are at?
The answer is: keyboard

A man not a man saw and did not see a bird not a bird
sitting on a stick not a stick and hit it with a stone
not a stone.
-- A eunuch saw a bat siting on a reed and hit it with a piece of punice.

They can be harbored, but few hold water,
You can nurse them, but only by holding them against someone else,
You can carry them, but not with your arms,
You can bury them, but not in the earth.
The answer is: grudge

Deep as a bowl, round as a cup,
Yet all the world's oceans can't fill it up.
-- A sieve/collander (Sphere of Annihilation)

Though desert men once called me God,
To-day men call me mad,
For I wag my tail when I am angry,
And growl when I am glad.
The answer is: cat

Fat Man at Dead Man's Journey.
-- The Trinity A-bomb test a La Jornada del Muerto, Alamogordo, New Mexico.

What answer is blowing in the wind?
-- Forty-two. (How many roads must a man walk down?)

I heard of an invading, vanquishing army
sweeping across the land, liquid-quick;
conquering everything, quelling resistance.
With it came darkness, dimming the light.
Humans hid in their houses, while outside
spears pierced, shattering stone walls.
Uncountable soldiers smashed into the ground,
but each elicited life as he died;
when the army had vanished, advancing northward,
the land was green and growing, refreshed.
The answer is: rainstorm

I saw a strange creature:
Long, hard, and straight,
Thrusting into a round, dark opening,
Preparing to discharge its load of lives.
Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it,
Then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
Say what I mean.
-- Train; subway.

I can find a thing I cannot see and see a thing I cannot find.
The first is time, the second is a spot before my eyes.
The answer is: Time

I can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel.
The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart.
The answer is: heart

Never ahead, ever behind,
Yet flying swiftly past,
For a child, I last forever,
For adults, I'm gone too fast.
The answer is: Youth

Tall she is, and round as a cup,
Yet all the king's horses
Can't draw her up.
The answer is: well

There more of it there is,
The less you see.
The answer is: Darkness

What is not enough for one,
Just right for two,
Too much for three?
The answer is: secret

What gets wetter the more it dries?
The answer is: towel

What word does this represent?
-- Water (H2O).

A long snake
With a stinging bite,
I stay coiled up
Unless I must fight.
The answer is: Whip

Man of old, it is told
Would search until he tired,
Not for gold, ne'er be sold,
But what sought he was fire.
Man today, thou mayst say,
Has quite another aim,
In places deep, he did seek,
To find me for his gain!
-- Oil jewels.

A warrior amongst the flowers,
He bears a thrusting sword.
Able and ready to use,
To guard his golden hoard.
The answer is: Bees

Tom gave his brother John a box,
About it there were many locks,
The box was not with key supplied,
But caused two lids to open wide.
-- A smack up the side of the head.

The Load-bearer, the Warrior,
The Frightened One, the Brave,
The Fleet-of-foot, the Ironshod
The Faithful One, the Slave
The answer is: horse

Walks in the wind
Runs in the rain
Makes dry oceans in the sun
Counts time, stops clocks
Swallows kingdoms, gnaws rocks.
The answer is: Sand

The rolling hills, the heart that beats forever,
The land that never changes, never stills
Ploughed by travellers far from home, not planted,
White in anger, green in peace, and always blue.
The answer is: ocean

Pull with all your might, only a whistle you'll gain
but almost out of sight, someone may shrink in pain.
-- A bow and arrow.

Listen closely, I'm hard to understand
I am as elusive as is a handful of sand.
Even if you perceive me, you know me not
before you can tell me, what I have forgot.
The answer is: riddle

As I went over London Bridge
I met my sister Jenny
I broke her neck and drank her blood
And left here standing empty.
Tell me who was my sister?
-- Bottle of gin.

What goes through the door without pinching itself?
What sits on the stove without burning itself?
What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
The answer is: sun

What work is it that,
the faster you work,
the longer it is before your work is done,
And the slower you work
the sooner your work is finished?
-- Roasting meat on a spit.

Whilst I was engaged in sitting
I spied the dead carrying the living
What did I see?
-- A ship (the vessel is made of dead wood and the people are alive).

I know a word of letters three,
Add two and fewer there will be.
The answer is: Few

I give you a group of three.
One is sitting down, and never will get up.
The second eats as much as is given him,
yet is always hungry.
The third goes away and never returns.
-- Stove, fire, and smoke.

He who makes it does not keep it.
He who takes it does not know it.
He who knows it does not want it.
He who gathers it must destroy it.
What is it?
-- Counterfeit money.

Whoever makes it, tells it not.
Whoever takes it, knows it not.
Whoever knows it, wants it not.
Of what do I speak?
-- Counterfeit money.

Who makes it, has no need of it.
Who buys it, has no use for it.
Who uses it, can neither see nor feel it.
The answer is: coffin

The man who made it didn't need it.
The man who bought it didn't use it.
The man who used it didn't want it.
The answer is: coffin

You seized me, and yet I fled
You see me flee and cannot hold me tight
You press me in your hand, then your fist is empty.
What am I?
The answer is: Snow

What has four legs in the morning,
Two legs in the afternoon,
And three legs in the evening?
The answer is: Man

What is deaf, dumb and blind
and always tells the truth ?
The answer is: mirror

What is always in front of you
but cannot be seen?
The answer is: future

What does man love more than life,
hate more than death or mortal strife;
That which contented men desire,
the poor have, the rich require;
The miser spends, the spendthrift saves,
and all men carry to their graves?
The answer is: Nothing

To exit from this awful place,
The eastern corridor you must pace
And chant the magic words:
-- The correct pronounciation of OWAH TAGOO SIAM is "Oh, what a goose I am".

A life longer than any man,
it dies each year to be reborn.
The answer is: tree

In the eyes it causes blindness,
in the nose just a sneeze;
Yet some suck this down,
and act as if pleased.
The answer is: Smoke

It stands alone, with no bone or solid form.
Adamant, it prospers never wrong,
though hurt it may.
Twistable, malleable, might it be,
but always straight as an arrow.
The answer is: truth

What sphinxes employ,
the players enjoy.
The answer is: riddle

A man of a hundred stood out in the cold,
Exchanged his gay headdress, of colors
most bold,
For one of pure ivory, just now a day old.
But though freshly dressed, the old man
stood alone -
It was his misfortune to live on a wold.
The answer is: tree

There's someone that I'm always near,
Yet in the dark I disappear.
To this one only I am loyal,
Though in his wake I'm doomed to toil.
He feels me not (we always touch);
If I were lost, he'd not lose much.
And now I come to my surprise,
For you are he - but who am I ?
The answer is: shadow

I'm often held, yet rarely touched;
I'm always wet, yet never rust;
I'm sometimes wagged and sometimes bit;
To use me well, you must have wit.
The answer is: Tongue

The only tool which sharper grows
Whenever used in any row.
The answer is: Tongue

In the window she sat weeping.
And with each tear her life went seeping.
The answer is: candle

I'm not really more than holes tied to more
I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff
as a pole.
The answer is: chain

I've little strength, but mighty powers;
I guard small hovels and great towers.
But if perchance my master leaves,
He must ensure he safeguards me.
The answer is: key

The floor's on top, the roof's beneath,
And from this place I rarely leave.
Yet with the passing of each day,
A new horizon greets my gaze.
The answer is: sailor

Delivered by breath,
scares heroes to death.
The answer is: Riddle

In daytime I lie pooled about,
At night I cloak like a mist.
I creep inside shut boxes and
Inside your tightened fist.
You see me best when you can't see,
For I do not exist.
The answer is: Darkness

Devils and rogues know nothing else,
save starlight.
The answer is: Darkness

Both king and horse have this, of course,
But you'll want neither of them, perforce.
-- Reign/reins.

My little fish-pond.
It contains one fish.
It has three outlets.
The answer is: coconut

My spring up on the cliff.
The answer is: coconut

Three walls and you reach water.
The answer is: coconut

When it is born, it has gray hairs.
The answer is: sugarcane

Many small shellfish, one large shellfish.
-- The moon and stars.

My fish which owns the earth (honua in Hawaiian).
-- A turtle -- a play on honua (earth), and honu (turtle).

My kapa (a type of cloth) log that
is always sounding without rest.
The answer is: sea

My little fish for which is the eye
(maka in Hawaiian).
-- The omaka fish -- a play on maka (eye) and omaka.

In the morning four legs,
at noon two legs,
at evening three legs.
The answer is: Man

My bird dwells and sleeps with men.
Eats no food, drinks no water,
but lives nevertheless to a rip old age.
What is the name of the bird?
The answer is: owl

My chief who returned to the eye of
the turtle and died.
-- Kamehameha the Great -- he died at Kamakahonu (the Eye of the Turtle).

My man that cannot be cut.
The answer is: shadow

My little canoe house that has one post and two gates.
The answer is: nose

My canoes, going day and night,
ten bowspirits, two sterns.
The answer is: feet

My red cave, white soldiers standing in line.
The answer is: mouth

My man crying day and night,
all through the year.
The answer is: sea

My hala (Pandanus leaf) wreath.
-- Kohala -- a play pn hala and Kohala (a district on the Big Island).

When you get up in the morning and go,
how many are there?
The answer is: Two

The "ele" in the upland,
the "ele" in the lowland,
the "ele" in the middle,
the "ele" on the shore.
-- The elepaio bird, the elemihi (black crab), the elemakule (old man), the elelu (cockroach) -- a play on the word "ele".

My cloak always spread.
The answer is: sand

"I am a strong as ten men yet ten men
cannot stand me up. What am I??"
The answer is: not yet known

Above all things
have I been placed
thus have I
a man disgraced.
I describe
sunlight or lock
but after all
I'm just a rock.
The answer is: not yet known *** THE MOON ***

I cost no money to use.
Or conscious effort to take part of.
And as far as you can see,
there is nothing to me.
But without me, you are
The answer is: not yet known*** AIR ***

Sturdy, strong stable, still
Some live in me some live on
And some find me to live upon.
I rarely leave my native land.
Until my death I always stand.
Sturdy Strong Stable Still
Often shaken, but not at will.
High and low I may be found
both above and under ground.
The answer is: not yet known*** MAGMA, LAVA ***

At the sound of me I can make women weep.
At the sound of me men may clap or stamp their feet.
What am I?
The answer is: not yet known

(more of a regular brain-teaser)
Old King Ghorn had forged his kingdom from the war-wracked
lands of Arndor not by the strength of his sword but by the
sharpness of mind. It was his cleverness that tricked the
goblins into leaving; it was trickiness that made the dragon
wing to better hunting grounds; it was his wisdom that kept
the barons from feuding amongst themselves and the horsemen
from attacking. Peace had reigned in Ghornia for 35 years,
and the king's sword became rusty as he raised his family.
Alas, the old king was on his deathbed before he could sire
any sons; his only heir was his daughter Triella. Now Good
King Ghorn knew that for peace to continue in Ghornia the
next king would have to be as clever, and so he devised the
following test for his daughter's suitors. He who could pass
it would become king; all others would die.
The test was thus:
The princess was put in the center of a huge 50 foot by 50
foot carpet. Whomsoever could touch her hand would get the
princess, and the throne besides. However, the rules of the
test were that the contestants could not walk over the
carpet, cross the plane of the carpet, or hang from
anything; nor could they use anything but their body and
wits (i.e. no magic or psionics, nor any items such as
ladders, block and tackles etc). Furthermore, only normal
humans could be applicants (i.e. no deformed guys with 50
foot arms, or shapechangers).
Ghornia now stands; it has a king whose wisdom is
unsurpassed. How did the king touch Triella's hand?
The answer is: not yet known

Wounded I am, and weary with fighting;
Gashed by iron, gored by the point of it,
Sick of battle-work, battered and scarred.
Many a fearful fight have I seen, when
Hope there was none, or helping the thick of it,
Ere I was down and fordone in the fray.
Offspring of hammers, hardest of battle-blades,
Smithied in forges, fell on me savagely,
Doomed to bear the brunt and shock of it,
Fierce encounter of clashing foes,
Leech cannot heal my hurts with his simples,
Salves and sores have I sought in vain.
Blade cuts dolorous, deep in the side of me,
Daily and nightly redouble my wounds.
The answer is: not yet known

I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten;
That is a strange thing, I thought, weird
That a man's song be swallowed by a worm,
His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by
Rustled in the night--and the robber-guest
Not one wit the wiser for the words he had mumbled.
The answer is: not yet known

The wave, over the wave, a weird thing I saw,
Through-wrought, and wonderful ornate:
A wonder on the waves--water become bone.
The answer is: not yet known

I war with the wind, with the waves I wrestle;
I must battle with both when the bottom I seek,
My strange habitation by surges o'er-roofed.
I am strong in strife, while I still remain;
As soon as I stir, they are stronger than I.
They wrench and they wrest, till I run from my foes;
What was put in my keeping they carry away.
If my back be not broken, I baffle them still;
The rocks are my helpers, when hard I am pressed;
Grimly I grip them.  Guess what I'm called.
The answer is: not yet known

My beak is below, I burrow and nose
Under the ground, I go as I'm guided
By my master the farmer, old foe of the forest;
Bent and bowed, and my back he walks,
Forward pushing me over the field;
Sows on my path where I've passed along.
I come from the wood, a wagon carried me;
I was fitted with skill, I am full of wonders.
As grubbing I go, there's green on one side,
But black on the other my path is seen.
A curious prong pierces my back;
Beneath me in front, another grows down
And forward pointing is fixed to my head.
I tear and gash the ground with my teeth,
If my master steer me with skill from behind.
The answer is: not yet known

I am puff-breasted, proud crested,
As head I have, and a high tail,
Eyes & ears and one foot,
Both my sides, a back that's hollow,
A very stout beak, a steeple neck
And a home above men.  Harsh are my sufferings
When that which makes the forest tremble takes and shakes me.
Here I stand under steaming rain
And blinding sleet, stoned by hail;
Freezes the frost and falls the snow
On me stuck-bellied.  And I stick it all out
For I cannot change the change that made me.
The answer is: not yet known

A painting, I have no frame,
No gallery exhibits me;
Here today, tomorrow I move;
Yet I am as permanent as life itself.
A painting, I use no canvas,
Yet my canvas is the essence of life;
No brush was used in my creation,
But colors are mine to display.
A painting; who am I?
The answer is: not yet known

I have no beginning, I do not end;
I can be warm, I am cold;
I imprison, I surround.
Heavy I am, but light as well.
A fist may not find use for me,
I am male, I am female,
I encircle, I bind.
I have no ending, I do not begin.
The answer is: not yet known

I sit on the ground
Finger up-raised to heaven.
I speak with clear tones
And aim for others
To go where I point.
The answer is: not yet known*** A CHURCH (-TOWER) ***

You eat something you neither plant nor plow.
It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
-- Salt; ice.

A serpent swam in a silver urn.
A golden bird did in its mouth abide
The serpent drank the water, this in turn
Killed the serpent. Then the gold bird died.
-- A silver dish of some kind floating in an oil lamp with the flame above it.

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