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Poet, riddle writer, bass player, cat dad, software developer, classics major, book designer, reader. Creator of a whole slew of eight-line riddle-poems. https://mastodon.social/@dylanbragg https://www.facebook.com/dylbud/ @[email protected]
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Here by the edge of the Black Sea, I write my Prince plea after plea. I send sad elegies of my curse And letters to my friends in verse, Counting on an infrequent bearer. My twofold crime was song and error, So now I live in stark exile With nothing but my pointed style. #riddlepoem #poetry #poem

Invisible, unbound and free, We six are high nobility. Stable, unchanging, unreacting, No particle or charge attracting, We’re scarce on Earth, but in the sky, The second-most profuse am I. While one among the other five In just four days is half alive. #riddlepoem #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity

A study of primary sources Reveals the first of earthly forces, Among whom I am counted one. In later legends I’m the son Of Beauty, and I pierce the hearts Of wisdom-lovers with my darts, Who lounge while listening to the phorminx And praise me over dinner and drinks. #riddlepoem #philosophy

Although my skills were versatile, I concentrated on "The Style" With innovative, new designs Whose simple shapes and heavy lines In solid black, red, yellow and blue On white backgrounds with unmixed hue, Gave rise to minimalistic schools, Forever changing artistic rules. #riddlepoem #arthistory

Accepting him into her fold, A she-goat fostered, fate-foretold, The king of heaven as her kid In secret caves from Cronus hid. And so beloved she by him, That when evening sky gets dim, She rides the belt until the morn, Together with her copious horn. #riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poetry #poem

When we split up, I usually go With Strength and Beauty. Sometimes though, I join up with the Goofy Guys. I’ve got perceptive, skeptic eyes, And even when I’ve lost my glasses, The bogus phantom rarely passes Scrutiny as I grope and crawl, The least myopic of us all. #riddlepoem #poetry #poem

My standard length for long was known And measured from the funny bone To fingertip. The Builders of The Temple, He Who Loosed a Dove, And Ptah employed me. Now my name Sounds like a phrase that means the same As “raise it to the power of three,” And only wonks make use of me. #riddlepoem #poetry

A piece of paper colored black With soot, and written on the back, A message of my deposition. A pirate’s treasure was our mission, And pirates have a set of rules. But this poor band of jealous fools Defaced the Book of Revelation And crossed their luck of all salvation. #riddlepoem #poetry #poem

I faced an early opposition While overseeing the transition Of a republic to an empire. My foes continue to conspire, But Foragers, supplying Grain Of Truth, secure my lasting reign, Somewhat like the secret police… I wake to war, but dream of peace. #riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poem #poetry #who

I am the measure of energy spent When something’s moved or changed or bent: Displacement multiplied by force. The power of a single horse To lift about a quarter-ton Defines the rate at which I’m done. And in some countries, it’s a crime To do me after quitting time. #riddlepoem #poetry #poem

My song is older than my story, And though you have a part to sing, Do not expect to come to glory. We ride against a vicious king Who has nine hundred chariots of steel, But river mud shall whelm each wheel, And woman’s hand will soon inflict The final death-blow, I predict. #riddlepoem #poetry

Everything happens for a reason, Exactly in its time and season: The world could not be otherwise. Do you assume I satirize? In times of change and great upheaval, How do you solve the problem of evil? Presume that God will grant you pardon, Or cultivate your personal garden? #riddlepoem #poetry

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Extracting from each living thing A solemn promise not to bring Me harm in any way, the queen Neglected one small evergreen Whose wispy branches scraped my skin. Now to escape the hell I’m in, Reverse the curse that I must die, Each living thing must weep and cry. #riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poem

My dear tin soldiers, woe is me! I once lived in a tall oak tree. My nuts and seeds were fully stocked When red squirrels broke my broom and knocked My acorn cups from off the shelves. They scratched and fought amongst themselves And left me in the cold to roam. I found this house but lost my home.

With fleshy, firm syconian fruits And strangling, adventitious roots That prop up long and grizzled limbs, My leaves record the Vedic hymns, And Krishna rests himself on one. I shade you from the tropic sun Beneath my sweeping canopy— No forest, but a single tree. #riddlepoem #poetrycommunity

After the dreaded monster’s fall, Once more resounding from our hall Heroic songs of warrior-men, We soon were threatened once again But this time by a female fiend: The witch by whom the first was weaned, Who both now lie in common grave Deep in an underwater cave. #riddlepoem #poetrycommunity

My rowdy friends won’t let me pine Away for my dear Rosaline, And drag me to this masquerade To tempt me with some other maid. For she is rich in beauty, but Alas, she has Diana’s wit. The irony of course, is what You learned of me in Freshman Lit. #riddlepoem #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity

Though you’ve been sent to capture me, I beg you, let my circles be! With such as these, drawn in the sand, I’ve grappled ships with iron hand, Set them on fire with focused mirrors, I’ve built machines of war with gears, Weights, pulleys, levers, and math That I invented in the bath. #riddlepoem

Dying of thirst on a ghostly deck, The Bird of Shame tied round my neck, The dice were rolled, and Life-in-Death Laughed as the wind withheld its breath. And still that anchor weighs me down, So now I walk from town to town Unburdening my tormented soul As wedding bells begin to toll. #riddlepoem

I work a busy restaurant And rarely bring you what you want, But yell out, “Charlie, broil the biggie!” You’ll seldom see me with Miss Piggy Since we’re both played by Mister Oz. My warnings never give you pause When turning pages in my book: You’re brave, but I’m afraid to look. #riddlepoem

From smokeless fire in desert waste The Prophet (peace be on him) placed Us each into our proper regions. So now, our vast unnumbered legions, Distributed by Allah’s tallies Through fever-haunted lowland valleys Or healthy uplands, thus are split According to whether we submit. #riddlepoem #poem