Post some riddles, discuss, etc

Post some riddles, discuss, etc.

Here's one from the Exeter book:


The books tell us that this thing has been
among mankind through many ages
clear and manifest. A special power
it has much greater than any men know.
It wishes to seek all living beings
one by one; then goes its way;
no second night in the same place;
but homeless roves for ever and aye,
the path of exile. It is none the poorer.

It has neither foot nor hand, nor touches the ground,
nor two eyes nor mouth nor speaks with men.
It has no mind, but the books say
it is quite the poorest of all creatures
that were ever begotten according to nature.

It has no soul nor life, but makes its way
far and wide through this wonderful world
It has no blood, no bone, yet gives aid and comfort
to many men the wide world over.

It never reached to heaven, it may not to hell,
but forever it must live by the teachings
of the King of Glory. Long is it to relate
how its way of life will go thereafter
fate’s crooked ways.

This is a marvelous
thing to say: it is all true
that ever with words is told about it.
It has no limit. It lives nevertheless.

If you can straightway rede this riddle
with true words, tell what its name is.

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It sounds like a very pretentious and mysterious description of a religion.

Did you just use pretentious to describe a riddle?

It's a pretentious-as-hell riddle, yes. There were some other problems I had with the writing too. Did you write this?

Here's my riddle.

He hath no style
he hath no grace
this kongeth hath an amusing face

what be his nameth?

The cock crew
The sky was blue
The bells in heaven were striking eleven
Tis time for this poor soul to go to heaven

No, I said in the OP it's from the Exeter book, a collection of Old English riddles.

Death?

Most scholars agree the poet would accept the Moon or the Sun.

Got any good riddles?

Dost thou call him Lanklius Kongeth?

What’s black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you’re all through with it?

Coals

Yes.

At my breaking ye bend and sway
All aghast til I'm away

Ye tremble at mine presence, yet,
In all I dwell,
In all I've met

A cramping pinch, and then I'm free,
Humor, disgust, and infant glee.

Dreams/nightmares?

correct

Ripped from my mother’s womb,
Beaten and burned,
I become a blood thirsty killer.
What am I?

Sword

I made up a riddle:

Armies are afraid of me,
weapons leap away from me
There is no good fighting man
who could ever strike my flesh
And no warlord has lost such
as few battles as have I
I have devastating tools
that destroy the largest armies

Great slayer of warriors

Who am I?

Not sure if it is good or bad or can be improved. I'm maybe thinking about adding a bit about carrying a sword on the tongue.

poo

one of those poisonous frogs

A fart.

what am i thinking of