Quotes about riddle, page 12
The Judgment Of England
"Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey
Where Wealth accumulates and Men decay."
So rang of old the noble voice in vain
O'er the Last Peasants wandering on the plain,
Doom has reversed the riddle and the rhyme,
While sinks the commerce reared upon that crime,
The thriftless towns litter with lives undone,
To whom our madness left no joy but one;
And irony that glares like Judgment Day
Sees Men accumulate and Wealth decay.
poem by G.K. Chesterton
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Riddle
‘Enter without yr shoes'
I see written in yr throne
but when you see me at
yr door step you ask me
to enter without putting off,
are you not afraid of to be
ridiculed for breaking the rule
of your own self ? this is a
great puzzle, what is the
speciality in me so that
you allow me to make yr
room dirty? if you held
me in such a high esteem
would you then please in
sotto whisper tell me
the mystic meaning of
the riddle?
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Memory of my Father
Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.
That man I saw in Gardner Street
Stumbled on the kerb was one,
He stared at me half-eyed,
I might have been his son.
And I remember the musician
Faltering over his fiddle
In Bayswater, London,
He too set me the riddle.
Every old man I see
In October-coloured weather
Seems to say to me:
"I was once your father."
poem by Patrick Kavanagh
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Hard Meat
'Kasapreko'!
To the limit for a high position;
'Kasapreko'!
And like a lackadaisical blunder from a politician;
But what you want me to say is, 'Yenim wu fri tete'!
You are known with your acts and,
You are known of old;
And like the riddle rather than the crisis around you.
Of grants rather than loans,
And of proverbs rather than the acts;
To travel between two realms and to make a name,
But you need the hard meat of love on this issue.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Under the Light, yet under
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Under the Light, yet under,
Under the Grass and the Dirt,
Under the Beetle's Cellar
Under the Clover's Root,
Further than Arm could stretch
Were it Giant long,
Further than Sunshine could
Were the Day Year long,
Over the Light, yet over,
Over the Arc of the Bird—
Over the Comet's chimney—
Over the Cubit's Head,
Further than Guess can gallop
Further than Riddle ride—
Oh for a Disc to the Distance
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poem by Emily Dickinson
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A Happy Me and Less Know Me
It would be a happy and less know me
If I’m not too suspicious to look
I’ll live a safe and calm life
If I stop before the moment of truth
I’ll cry less and not should worry
If I don’t find the cracking side of this dream
Maybe I should close my eyes and turn away
And I will stay in my comfortable way
Still don’t understand about the riddle of your words
Still imagine everything’s all fine
I’m sure, it would be a happy me
But will it be a better me?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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At Any Rate
at any rate
what does it really matter
if she knows you
granting that to be true?
does the riddle of the Sphinx
ring true?
can't you be Phoenix for once
and rise
from the ashes
after some centuries?
just be yourself
the truth is
you are more beautiful when you
wear your true face
when i speak your true name
(from the four or so
many names you have
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Truth That Kills
the truth that kills
that which Oedipus brings me
i am the Sphinx
and i made the promise
the riddle
he solved it
he laid the truth before me
i am speechless
and i meet my fate
i am shattered
and he gets his due
he married his mother
he killed his father
he is faced with rage
too of his own truth
that blinds him
he removes his own eyes
from his sockets
he is ousted by the rage
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whales
The ways of the learned to me are 'Greek,'
And professors and such amaze me.
I know, without trying, the thing they seek,
Tho' I doubt if for that they'll praise me.
They want to discover why whales are big,
So they sail, at the risk of sinking,
In ships with elaborate, technical rig,
When the facts can be learned by thinking.
I can simply account for the size of a whale
And it doesn't seem much of a riddle
It's because he's so long from the nose to the tail
And in measurement round the middle.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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I haven't told my garden yet
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I haven't told my garden yet—
Lest that should conquer me.
I haven't quite the strength now
To break it to the Bee—
I will not name it in the street
For shops would stare at me—
That one so shy—so ignorant
Should have the face to die.
The hillsides must not know it—
Where I have rambled so—
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go—
Nor lisp it at the table—
Nor heedless by the way
Hint that within the Riddle
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poem by Emily Dickinson
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