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A Spiritual Riddle – I’m the reflection and a reaction of being untrue to self – and perceived selfishness
My existence emerges quite often in the middle of the night;
Sometimes I bring anxiety; Frequently, I induce unrealistic fright.
Oftentimes I’m an instant reflex of a web of grave deceit;
Many feel I can be eradicated by disclosure; Allbeit revealed most indiscreet.
I was borne when humans went against their true natural flow . . .
I quickly grew enormous from false judgments which were sowed
Into the conscious being as a way to tame the actions
Of any action committed without perceived fair karmic reactions
Many occasions my existence is sparked by the master manipulators
Who use fictitious sliding scales of love as unloving validators
"If you love me you would do this; You wouldn’t do this if you knew . . .
I would never do such nonsense; because of the love I have for you.
You would go along with my way if you were down for me and true"
I’m sure you’ve heard these statements; perhaps you’ve said them too.
Know your self and love yourself and you won’t fall into the ageless trap . . .
Of the Master Manipulators who will trick you to take the rap
For anything that goes against your true heart in the name of loveless love…
And continue with the punishment until they rise abreast of and above…
The manipulation that was taught to you and for which you practice too
When you ask more from another than you know you would honestly want to do
I arise when spirit, mind, and actions are not on one accord
I bring traumatic injury to the mind; I cause such destruction; you can’t afford…
To keep me in your presence; as I’ll reek havoc on the spirit and the flesh
I’m the reflection and a reaction of being untrue to self – and perceived selfishness
Who am I . . . (click below for riddle answer)
At times, ecstatic; other times…humdrum
My host feels best when I’m somewhat stable
As, I’m a strong factor on whether she’s able …
to motion herself to move from her current state
of life… which shall determine her fate…
or whether he’s able to spawn the passion
to inseminate life; but more importantly, compassion,
by nurturing with love to aide life’s blossom…
Sometimes I’m tempered like a gentle lake
who in her bounty, life partakes…
yet at times, I’m akin to the roughest sea
whom without his majesty, life would cease to be…
I’m a scale of what many gauge from bad to good
I am the sum of your thoughts; I am …
(Click below for riddle answer. . . I know everyone is going to get this one correct!!! lol
The following riddle was inspired by a dear friend and fellow blogger, Jodie who pens as Paisley , in her recent writing, entitled Life Shrinks and by fellow blogger and a man with much wisom, Mark (To Be Me), over at The Naked Soul in his recent article entitled, Take a Look at the Means to the End . Thanks for the inspiration friends!!!!
Come in, my love! Step into my parlor…
Allow me to paint you in technicolor…
My parlor is elegantly furnished in splendor fashion;
Whereas, I can transcend your deepest, passionate, passion
I will tantalize and dance with you throughout the night
All else will be placed on the back burner in my light
All goals will be reorganized for my sake
I may cause, love, happiness, jealousy, frustration, even heartbreak!
Most times until you capture me; or I you….
I will grow, I will infuse, I will magnify and brew
Yet sometimes as much as you crave my hot embrace
I simply dissipate from your thoughts–leave abruptly without a trace
And you shant even miss my crimson face…
It’s a funny thing that once I’m captured–once we converge
I’m reincarnated into another whimsical, soul stirring urge
Seems now you don’t find me as delightful as your mind imagined
Yet I’m still the same, wanting spirit that once pumped your adrenaline
As cold as Ice, as Hot as Fire……
(Guess who I am – click below)
Photo Courtesy of Penny LamKK’s under a Creative Commons Licence
The following riddle was written in response to Sunday Scribblings poetry prompt #147, "Phantoms and Shadows "
Obsessed, like a willowed Shadow . . .
Transparent, dark… illusive
Hovering over me throughout life
In the background, non obtrusive
Though I may try to escape beloved Shadow
He’s forever in my presence
Lucid, mirrored images of my being
Escape him. Never! He’s embedded in my essence
Phantom admirer, he is; cleverly turning every corner
As I hurriedly pace the streets of life,
In a vain attempt to evade his woe
Shadow follows with relentless, determined rife
Shadow remains dimmed in my mist…always at my heels
I make an abrupt turn onto a sunny, well lit block
He continues his quest; forever to my avail
As I glance back . . . our eyes meet in a passionate lock…
Darkness falls upon the horizon. Alas, I lay to rest. . .
Shadow dissipates, in an attempt to not be seen
But in the obsessive nature of his love
Shadow follows me into my dreams…..
Who is Shadow? (click below for riddle answer)
There is a comfort about me
Allowing the soul to rest
Leaving no room for feelings of uncertainty or emptiness
There is a peace of mind I bring . . .
Whenever my essense surrounds
which is more valuable than all riches
I am where home can be found . . .
You will feel God must have placed you here
And left you in comfort . . . knowing you are where
you are loved; you are free . . .
You are just where you are suppose to be . . .
You you are welcomed; you are true
You are incredibly, honestly, gloriously You. . . .
I bring. . .. warm blankets of security covering
the body, mind, and spirit
without feelings of smothering
or fears of dreaded unknowing
I give a simple easiness
leaving no unexplained longing
Who am I. . . Click below for riddle answer . . .
Spiritual Riddle – You may hate me or love me, but when it’s all said and done, you will definitely accept me. (By CordieB)
This is a reposting. . . with a little extra . . . I thought about this after reading Why Paisley’s, "An Ordinary Man."
You may try to escape me, but I will always be just a whisper ahead of you; You do not truly understand that I mean you no harm. I am your constant companion, through thick and thin, through triumphs and failures.
You and I are so closely woven, that not even the greatest love or lust can ever really permanently separate us; Our magnetism is so strong, that I will eventually find you and you will eventually find me.
You may desire to change me, to mold me into what you would have me to be. There are times you may think you’ve suceeded. However, in retrospect, you would only be fooling yourself;
My mysterious illusion may cause you to go through great lenghths in a futile attempt to find out exactly what I’m all about.
You may run in the opposite direction in an attempt to flee from me, but aha… I am still just a tad ahead of you! In your haste, you will certainly slam right into me.
You may have even seen a glimpse of me in a distant world, but my charisma is such, that you really couldn’t tell if it was in fact me. I saw your glimpse and awaited quietly for you to catch up.
I have cried for you and smiled for you. You are all that I have. In the realness of it all, I totally depend upon you, for without you I cease to exist.
You may hate me, love me or fear me. But usually, you treat me with total disregard. I simply want you to embrace me. However, when all is said and done, you will definitely accept me.
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As I began to blossom, seemingly right before your very eyes;
You were mesmerized by my beauty; such sweet, sultry innocence and no one denies;
My velvety sensuality, Oh how my radiant essense always calms weary souls!
So I was at first handled ever so delicately, as my loveliness began to unfold.
Soon you desired to take me home with you; keep me, care for my all and all-
But your desires only stagnated me; caused my demise and made me fall
too quickly from the grace and beauty that you find so appealing;
My once vibrant colors of life soon vanished due to my silent unwilling . . .
to be seized, exploited, kept and displayed like a prize.
I wanted be free to be me; to sing with the moon, dance with the skies;
And I’m wise enough to realize once my tender splendor begins to decay –
You will no longer desire me; you’ll simply toss me aside; cast me away.
So why is it you insisted to keep me from my joys and my natural flow;
From the freedom to sway gently like the leaves; feel the warm winds blow.
Why didn’t you allow me to sing in the sunshine, dance in the grass,
Fall asleep with the stars, awaken with the morning dew, less I surpass.
When you removed me from my destiny, I became, so sad, then angry and resistent;
I tried to fight back. I even drew blood from your being, but still you persisted and insisted. . .
To keep me from my natural light; to intrap me as your grand, precious accolade . . .
Only to discard me once my God given beauty begin to drop, wilt, and fade.
I used to blow your mind each time you passed me, with my sweet aromic essense;
You would stroke me so gently, allways plotting to remove me from my presense.
I tried to warn you, often bristling and whistling, "I will not last, I can not grow!"
But in your selfish love, you still cut me off from what sustained my natural glow.
I tried to make you understand, I could love and make you happy; yet remain free-
But you insisted on controlling my existence, your version of showing adoration for me!
Now I’m slooped over in agony, waiting to be returned to whence I was born
I’m am yesterday’s dazzling sensation and beauty, I am . . .(click below for answer)
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