NaPM April 11 2013

[milo]

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.

Topic 11: Write a riddle as a poem.  You can use an old one, but try to create your own.
Form : any
Line requirements: 10 lines or more.

Questions?

[billy]

this creature is of six legs and two cunts
it has a tail and a vestige of one
eats veg and doughnuts and sometimes
shits in the street. Though well kept
it's of low moral standard
it's main habitat is central park
crowded avenues and gay, or black rights parades
sometimes depicted in porn films
with Loaded Lola and Bangjuan Upme.
my identity should be obvious.

[billy]

i hope i didn't scare people off with the two thingies

[milo]

When you are snuggled cozy in your slumber,
your mind is rag or cotton fuzzy lint
and there’s a thing that lines your goose down’s under

side and also lies beneath. You wonder
if you know (you don’t) but it’s a hint.
A plume that’s plucked from other than a gander

could scratch away upon a thing and render
your sleepscape’s wanders all you need is tint
and one more thing. A writer’s friend (or

not) if Muse’s musings leave it white as dander.
Okay, before I tell you what I really meant
there’s clues enough, it’s time to hear the answer.

milo

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this creature is of six legs and two cunts
it has a tail and a vestige of one
eats veg and doughnuts and sometimes
shits in the street. Though well kept
it's of low moral standard
it's main habitat is central park
crowded avenues and gay, or black rights parades
sometimes depicted in porn films
with Loaded Lola and Bangjuan Upme.
my identity should be obvious.

A police woman on a horse?

milo

[NakedBear]

i hope i didn't scare people off with the two thingies

Not scared. Tired.

And I'm thinking yours over. I want to say a bitch walking a bitch, but am not sure.

[justcloudy]

Disclaimer: I have a long-standing and rather unreasonable hatred of riddles... so forgive me if mine is easy.

First I’m avocado hard
heavy and firm in your hands.
I become translucent white,
shortly I’m brittle and bland.
Crimson explodes with crystals
soft but hard and white and sweet;
inside I harbor younglings
my dark progeny to be.
I arrive during long days
I depart inside your ways.

[billy]

i hope i didn't scare people off with the two thingies

Not scared. Tired.

And I'm thinking yours over. I want to say a bitch walking a bitch, but am not sure.

Almost

[Todd]

When I move quickly,
I am like a spade to the ground,
an inexorable knife.
When my body is cold,
children cut me with blades,
but these scars will fade.
I sometimes have a mouth,
or am like a mouth.
When I enter the mouth of others
they often live.
When I consume, people die.

[milo]

When I move quickly,
I am like a spade to the ground,
an inexorable knife.
When my body is cold,
children cut me with blades,
but these scars will fade.
I sometime have a mouth,
or am like a mouth.
When I enter the mouth of others
they often live.
When I consume, people die.

Water

---

i hope i didn't scare people off with the two thingies

Not scared. Tired.

And I'm thinking yours over. I want to say a bitch walking a bitch, but am not sure.

Almost

Was my guess right?

[justcloudy]

to Todd: worms! ewww.

[milo]

Disclaimer: I have a long-standing and rather unreasonable hatred of riddles... so forgive me if mine is easy.

First I’m avocado hard
heavy and firm in your hands.
I become translucent white,
shortly I’m brittle and bland.
Crimson explodes with crystals
soft but hard and white and sweet;
inside I harbor younglings
my dark progeny to be.
I arrive during long days
I depart inside your ways.

Pomegranate

[neena2504]

A very simple one.... right now couldn't make anything better, really worried about where am I heading day by day

I can grind mountains to dust,
I can erase civilizations,
All is lost when I am lost,
great are the implications.
I can heal every wound,
I can make the strongest weak.
I am the purest mathematics
which no one can ever tweak.
I can be bad or favorable,
all are in my mighty fist,
I was there when nothing else was
this is but my story's gist.

[milo]

A very simple one.... right now couldn't make anything better, really worried about where am I heading day by day

I can grind mountains to dust,
I can erase civilizations,
All is lost when I am lost,
great are the implications.
I can heal every wound,
I can make the strongest weak.
I am the purest mathematics
which no one can ever tweak.
I can be bad or favorable,
all are in my mighty fist,
I was there when nothing else was
this is but my story's gist.

Time

[neena2504]

Disclaimer: I have a long-standing and rather unreasonable hatred of riddles... so forgive me if mine is easy.

First I’m avocado hard
heavy and firm in your hands.
I become translucent white,
shortly I’m brittle and bland.
Crimson explodes with crystals
soft but hard and white and sweet;
inside I harbor younglings
my dark progeny to be.
I arrive during long days
I depart inside your ways.

This was a pretty good riddle. I enjoyed and couldn't solve it

---

One more...

Pretty boxes with no lids,
delicate treasures inside.
The treasures ever multiply
can you get it right?
No one place they stay,
in the surge they sway.
Some lie in our closets,
secured in a pouch.
Some head to the tunnel,
which starts with the pout.

[cidermaid]

At one year old, she is called to whip.
Tied to a stake and guarded from foraging
teeth, that roam her dead strip bed.

At two, the maiden is stripped.
A centre stage leader, she is shaped;
her new buds rubbed. Under-studies dismissed.

At three the limbs are fixed
in ascending spiralled steps. She is coaxed,
with a mellisonant hum of appreciation.

[justcloudy]

milo-- not what I was thinking, but it almost works. there's a hint you missed.

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@ cidermaid I feel like yours is a fruit tree?

[billy]

When you are snuggled cozy in your slumber,
your mind is rag or cotton fuzzy lint
and there’s a thing that lines your goose down’s under

side and also lies beneath. You wonder
if you know (you don’t) but it’s a hint.
A plume that’s plucked from other than a gander

could scratch away upon a thing and render
your sleepscape’s wanders all you need is tint
and one more thing. A writer’s friend (or

not) if Muse’s musings leave it white as dander.
Okay, before I tell you what I really meant
there’s clues enough, it’s time to hear the answer.

milo

---

this creature is of six legs and two cunts
it has a tail and a vestige of one
eats veg and doughnuts and sometimes
shits in the street. Though well kept
it's of low moral standard
it's main habitat is central park
crowded avenues and gay, or black rights parades
sometimes depicted in porn films
with Loaded Lola and Bangjuan Upme.
my identity should be obvious.

A police woman on a horse?

milo

yeah, it was along the theme of an animal with two pricks.

[milo]

alright, we either need more guesses on these riddles or people need to spill the beans.

milo

[billy]

you already did the guesswork
water pomigranite, horsey and police woman, apple tree, time

[milo]

you already did the guesswork
water pomigranite, horsey and police woman, apple tree, time

looks like pomegranate was wrong, no one got neenas second and no one even tried mine yet!!