Dylan Bragg
@dylanbragg.bsky.social
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/
@dylanjohnbragg@threads.net
Creator of a whole slew of eight-line riddle-poems.
https://mastodon.social/@dylanbragg
https://www.facebook.com/dylbud/
@dylanjohnbragg@threads.net
I can’t see, hear, or use my tongue
Because, when I was very young,
I witnessed a horrific scene.
I later met the Acid Queen
Who tried to open up my mind.
But I remained completely blind
To Truth until my mastery
Of Pinball finally set me free.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poetry #poem #opera
Because, when I was very young,
I witnessed a horrific scene.
I later met the Acid Queen
Who tried to open up my mind.
But I remained completely blind
To Truth until my mastery
Of Pinball finally set me free.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poetry #poem #opera
September 3, 2025 at 10:37 PM
I can’t see, hear, or use my tongue
Because, when I was very young,
I witnessed a horrific scene.
I later met the Acid Queen
Who tried to open up my mind.
But I remained completely blind
To Truth until my mastery
Of Pinball finally set me free.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poetry #poem #opera
Because, when I was very young,
I witnessed a horrific scene.
I later met the Acid Queen
Who tried to open up my mind.
But I remained completely blind
To Truth until my mastery
Of Pinball finally set me free.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poetry #poem #opera
I’m up before the day’s begun
And set out earlier than the Sun,
Announcing to the Earth and Air
His imminent arrival there
With dripping tears and rosy fingers.
The brief time that my presence lingers
The world’s enchanted by my light
And celebrates the close of night.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity
And set out earlier than the Sun,
Announcing to the Earth and Air
His imminent arrival there
With dripping tears and rosy fingers.
The brief time that my presence lingers
The world’s enchanted by my light
And celebrates the close of night.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity
September 3, 2025 at 10:33 PM
I’m up before the day’s begun
And set out earlier than the Sun,
Announcing to the Earth and Air
His imminent arrival there
With dripping tears and rosy fingers.
The brief time that my presence lingers
The world’s enchanted by my light
And celebrates the close of night.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity
And set out earlier than the Sun,
Announcing to the Earth and Air
His imminent arrival there
With dripping tears and rosy fingers.
The brief time that my presence lingers
The world’s enchanted by my light
And celebrates the close of night.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity
Down in the lowest, inmost layer,
Neck-deep in ice with my betrayer,
I feed on him that immured me.
Your speech says you’re from Tuscany
So you’ll have heard of Hunger Tower,
But not of my most desperate hour
When, as I chewed my hands in madness,
Starvation overpowered my sadness.
#riddlepoem
Neck-deep in ice with my betrayer,
I feed on him that immured me.
Your speech says you’re from Tuscany
So you’ll have heard of Hunger Tower,
But not of my most desperate hour
When, as I chewed my hands in madness,
Starvation overpowered my sadness.
#riddlepoem
September 3, 2025 at 10:13 PM
Down in the lowest, inmost layer,
Neck-deep in ice with my betrayer,
I feed on him that immured me.
Your speech says you’re from Tuscany
So you’ll have heard of Hunger Tower,
But not of my most desperate hour
When, as I chewed my hands in madness,
Starvation overpowered my sadness.
#riddlepoem
Neck-deep in ice with my betrayer,
I feed on him that immured me.
Your speech says you’re from Tuscany
So you’ll have heard of Hunger Tower,
But not of my most desperate hour
When, as I chewed my hands in madness,
Starvation overpowered my sadness.
#riddlepoem
Although we both were old and poor,
When strangers knocked upon our door
We brought them in as welcome guests.
Others denied their meager requests
For lodging, food and drink; but we,
With modest hospitality,
Unknowingly were host to gods
Who spared our goose from desperate odds.
#riddlepoem #poem
When strangers knocked upon our door
We brought them in as welcome guests.
Others denied their meager requests
For lodging, food and drink; but we,
With modest hospitality,
Unknowingly were host to gods
Who spared our goose from desperate odds.
#riddlepoem #poem
September 3, 2025 at 9:56 PM
Although we both were old and poor,
When strangers knocked upon our door
We brought them in as welcome guests.
Others denied their meager requests
For lodging, food and drink; but we,
With modest hospitality,
Unknowingly were host to gods
Who spared our goose from desperate odds.
#riddlepoem #poem
When strangers knocked upon our door
We brought them in as welcome guests.
Others denied their meager requests
For lodging, food and drink; but we,
With modest hospitality,
Unknowingly were host to gods
Who spared our goose from desperate odds.
#riddlepoem #poem
I met my friend in a wood, at night,
Under a lonely lamppost’s light
Beyond the furry winter coats.
His horns and hooves were like a goat’s,
And he invited me to tea—
It was all very queer to see!
I didn’t stay long or go too far
And sensibly left the door ajar.
#riddlepoem #poem #poetry #riddle
Under a lonely lamppost’s light
Beyond the furry winter coats.
His horns and hooves were like a goat’s,
And he invited me to tea—
It was all very queer to see!
I didn’t stay long or go too far
And sensibly left the door ajar.
#riddlepoem #poem #poetry #riddle
September 3, 2025 at 9:49 PM
I met my friend in a wood, at night,
Under a lonely lamppost’s light
Beyond the furry winter coats.
His horns and hooves were like a goat’s,
And he invited me to tea—
It was all very queer to see!
I didn’t stay long or go too far
And sensibly left the door ajar.
#riddlepoem #poem #poetry #riddle
Under a lonely lamppost’s light
Beyond the furry winter coats.
His horns and hooves were like a goat’s,
And he invited me to tea—
It was all very queer to see!
I didn’t stay long or go too far
And sensibly left the door ajar.
#riddlepoem #poem #poetry #riddle
Till cows come home in old Vermont
The critics’ words will always haunt
Our story of grassroots success
Despite how much our fans obsess
Or how complex our compositions,
Allowing that we’re fine musicians
And each of us can clearly shred…
We’re just a ringer for the Dead.
#riddlepoem #poem #poetry
The critics’ words will always haunt
Our story of grassroots success
Despite how much our fans obsess
Or how complex our compositions,
Allowing that we’re fine musicians
And each of us can clearly shred…
We’re just a ringer for the Dead.
#riddlepoem #poem #poetry
August 6, 2025 at 1:32 AM
Till cows come home in old Vermont
The critics’ words will always haunt
Our story of grassroots success
Despite how much our fans obsess
Or how complex our compositions,
Allowing that we’re fine musicians
And each of us can clearly shred…
We’re just a ringer for the Dead.
#riddlepoem #poem #poetry
The critics’ words will always haunt
Our story of grassroots success
Despite how much our fans obsess
Or how complex our compositions,
Allowing that we’re fine musicians
And each of us can clearly shred…
We’re just a ringer for the Dead.
#riddlepoem #poem #poetry
Afraid his power will be undone
When Earth and Sky make love, the Sun,
As king of our celestial sphere,
Decrees: on no day of the year
Shall mother sing a birthday tune.
But Wisdom gambles with the Moon
And wins enough of silver rays
To buy five extra golden days.
#riddlepoem #poetry #poem #whoami
When Earth and Sky make love, the Sun,
As king of our celestial sphere,
Decrees: on no day of the year
Shall mother sing a birthday tune.
But Wisdom gambles with the Moon
And wins enough of silver rays
To buy five extra golden days.
#riddlepoem #poetry #poem #whoami
August 1, 2025 at 3:45 AM
Afraid his power will be undone
When Earth and Sky make love, the Sun,
As king of our celestial sphere,
Decrees: on no day of the year
Shall mother sing a birthday tune.
But Wisdom gambles with the Moon
And wins enough of silver rays
To buy five extra golden days.
#riddlepoem #poetry #poem #whoami
When Earth and Sky make love, the Sun,
As king of our celestial sphere,
Decrees: on no day of the year
Shall mother sing a birthday tune.
But Wisdom gambles with the Moon
And wins enough of silver rays
To buy five extra golden days.
#riddlepoem #poetry #poem #whoami
Farewell, good people of Orphalese:
Although I sail across the seas,
I leave with both a Tear and a Smile.
Among you as a lone exile
I lived twelve years with Broken Wings.
I’ve spoken long of many things,
But now the roar of Sand and Foam
Calls me to my ancestral home.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity
Although I sail across the seas,
I leave with both a Tear and a Smile.
Among you as a lone exile
I lived twelve years with Broken Wings.
I’ve spoken long of many things,
But now the roar of Sand and Foam
Calls me to my ancestral home.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity
June 24, 2025 at 1:23 PM
Farewell, good people of Orphalese:
Although I sail across the seas,
I leave with both a Tear and a Smile.
Among you as a lone exile
I lived twelve years with Broken Wings.
I’ve spoken long of many things,
But now the roar of Sand and Foam
Calls me to my ancestral home.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity
Although I sail across the seas,
I leave with both a Tear and a Smile.
Among you as a lone exile
I lived twelve years with Broken Wings.
I’ve spoken long of many things,
But now the roar of Sand and Foam
Calls me to my ancestral home.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity
Throughout the dark and middle ages
I survived immersed in pages,
Devouring books, but grown no wiser.
And that was just an appetizer:
Now I wear gold wire rim glasses
And show up early for my classes,
Transformed from what I was before,
But still unceasingly I bore.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity
I survived immersed in pages,
Devouring books, but grown no wiser.
And that was just an appetizer:
Now I wear gold wire rim glasses
And show up early for my classes,
Transformed from what I was before,
But still unceasingly I bore.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity
June 13, 2025 at 9:32 PM
Throughout the dark and middle ages
I survived immersed in pages,
Devouring books, but grown no wiser.
And that was just an appetizer:
Now I wear gold wire rim glasses
And show up early for my classes,
Transformed from what I was before,
But still unceasingly I bore.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity
I survived immersed in pages,
Devouring books, but grown no wiser.
And that was just an appetizer:
Now I wear gold wire rim glasses
And show up early for my classes,
Transformed from what I was before,
But still unceasingly I bore.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity
A storm is coming, dark and black,
So close your eyes and don’t look back,
But pray this rig outruns that gust.
Too late to save our farm from dust,
We put our fate in Father’s hand,
And set out toward the promised land
Where peaches grow on every tree,
Piled high on our old Model T.
#riddlepoem
So close your eyes and don’t look back,
But pray this rig outruns that gust.
Too late to save our farm from dust,
We put our fate in Father’s hand,
And set out toward the promised land
Where peaches grow on every tree,
Piled high on our old Model T.
#riddlepoem
June 4, 2025 at 9:51 PM
A storm is coming, dark and black,
So close your eyes and don’t look back,
But pray this rig outruns that gust.
Too late to save our farm from dust,
We put our fate in Father’s hand,
And set out toward the promised land
Where peaches grow on every tree,
Piled high on our old Model T.
#riddlepoem
So close your eyes and don’t look back,
But pray this rig outruns that gust.
Too late to save our farm from dust,
We put our fate in Father’s hand,
And set out toward the promised land
Where peaches grow on every tree,
Piled high on our old Model T.
#riddlepoem
Out of the rich land where I’m from
Across the desert I have come
On camels with my caravan.
I seek a wise, judicious man,
Equal in power and sway to me,
Knowledgeable in sorcery,
My wealth with whom I’d gladly share
To rid my hirsute legs of hair.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poem #poetry #whoami
Across the desert I have come
On camels with my caravan.
I seek a wise, judicious man,
Equal in power and sway to me,
Knowledgeable in sorcery,
My wealth with whom I’d gladly share
To rid my hirsute legs of hair.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poem #poetry #whoami
June 2, 2025 at 3:23 AM
Out of the rich land where I’m from
Across the desert I have come
On camels with my caravan.
I seek a wise, judicious man,
Equal in power and sway to me,
Knowledgeable in sorcery,
My wealth with whom I’d gladly share
To rid my hirsute legs of hair.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poem #poetry #whoami
Across the desert I have come
On camels with my caravan.
I seek a wise, judicious man,
Equal in power and sway to me,
Knowledgeable in sorcery,
My wealth with whom I’d gladly share
To rid my hirsute legs of hair.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poem #poetry #whoami
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
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
May 10, 2025 at 10:35 PM
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
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
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
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
April 29, 2025 at 3:03 PM
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
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
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.
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.
April 26, 2025 at 3:13 AM
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.
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.
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
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
April 20, 2025 at 1:32 PM
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
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
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
April 20, 2025 at 1:19 AM
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
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 stumbled blindly through the storm,
On her divinely naked form.
“You’ll wear the horns for this!” she said
And then, with shame and anger red,
Avenged that chance and furtive peek.
For as they chased, I tried to speak,
To call off my own faithful hounds—
But all they heard were bleating sounds.
On her divinely naked form.
“You’ll wear the horns for this!” she said
And then, with shame and anger red,
Avenged that chance and furtive peek.
For as they chased, I tried to speak,
To call off my own faithful hounds—
But all they heard were bleating sounds.
April 16, 2025 at 9:14 PM
I stumbled blindly through the storm,
On her divinely naked form.
“You’ll wear the horns for this!” she said
And then, with shame and anger red,
Avenged that chance and furtive peek.
For as they chased, I tried to speak,
To call off my own faithful hounds—
But all they heard were bleating sounds.
On her divinely naked form.
“You’ll wear the horns for this!” she said
And then, with shame and anger red,
Avenged that chance and furtive peek.
For as they chased, I tried to speak,
To call off my own faithful hounds—
But all they heard were bleating sounds.
I’m stuck inside this cave because
Of avarice. Although it was
A simple charm to memorize,
So eager to collect my prize,
I reveled, shouting, “Mine! All mine!”
But then, forgot the opening line:
I said the words but spoke in vain,
Guessing at every seed and grain.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poem
Of avarice. Although it was
A simple charm to memorize,
So eager to collect my prize,
I reveled, shouting, “Mine! All mine!”
But then, forgot the opening line:
I said the words but spoke in vain,
Guessing at every seed and grain.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poem
April 13, 2025 at 4:19 PM
I’m stuck inside this cave because
Of avarice. Although it was
A simple charm to memorize,
So eager to collect my prize,
I reveled, shouting, “Mine! All mine!”
But then, forgot the opening line:
I said the words but spoke in vain,
Guessing at every seed and grain.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poem
Of avarice. Although it was
A simple charm to memorize,
So eager to collect my prize,
I reveled, shouting, “Mine! All mine!”
But then, forgot the opening line:
I said the words but spoke in vain,
Guessing at every seed and grain.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poem
The newborn lamb’s a gentle critter
Who frolics free, while I’m a bitter
Reminder of your captive years.
I burn your eyes and bring forth tears
Symbolic of the ones you shed
Before the Intercessor led
You out of Egypt. Slice or grate,
And serve me on the Seder plate.
#riddlepoem #poetry #poem #poet
Who frolics free, while I’m a bitter
Reminder of your captive years.
I burn your eyes and bring forth tears
Symbolic of the ones you shed
Before the Intercessor led
You out of Egypt. Slice or grate,
And serve me on the Seder plate.
#riddlepoem #poetry #poem #poet
April 8, 2025 at 9:51 PM
The newborn lamb’s a gentle critter
Who frolics free, while I’m a bitter
Reminder of your captive years.
I burn your eyes and bring forth tears
Symbolic of the ones you shed
Before the Intercessor led
You out of Egypt. Slice or grate,
And serve me on the Seder plate.
#riddlepoem #poetry #poem #poet
Who frolics free, while I’m a bitter
Reminder of your captive years.
I burn your eyes and bring forth tears
Symbolic of the ones you shed
Before the Intercessor led
You out of Egypt. Slice or grate,
And serve me on the Seder plate.
#riddlepoem #poetry #poem #poet
His armies gone, exhausted, spent,
I gave him refuge in my tent
And offered skin of milk and cream,
Which sent him deep into a dream
Wherefrom, when pushed, he didn’t stir.
Then as was prophesied by her,
I dragged him down from off the bed
And drove a tent peg through his head.
#riddlepoem #poetry
I gave him refuge in my tent
And offered skin of milk and cream,
Which sent him deep into a dream
Wherefrom, when pushed, he didn’t stir.
Then as was prophesied by her,
I dragged him down from off the bed
And drove a tent peg through his head.
#riddlepoem #poetry
March 25, 2025 at 11:26 PM
His armies gone, exhausted, spent,
I gave him refuge in my tent
And offered skin of milk and cream,
Which sent him deep into a dream
Wherefrom, when pushed, he didn’t stir.
Then as was prophesied by her,
I dragged him down from off the bed
And drove a tent peg through his head.
#riddlepoem #poetry
I gave him refuge in my tent
And offered skin of milk and cream,
Which sent him deep into a dream
Wherefrom, when pushed, he didn’t stir.
Then as was prophesied by her,
I dragged him down from off the bed
And drove a tent peg through his head.
#riddlepoem #poetry
The last branch of my family tree
Is plagued by mental malady,
And bodily disease unknown—
Dear friend, I cannot be alone!
My mind is sick, my sense acute,
My heart sings like a hanging lute.
A single crack runs down the wall,
Foreshadowing this House’s fall.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poetry
Is plagued by mental malady,
And bodily disease unknown—
Dear friend, I cannot be alone!
My mind is sick, my sense acute,
My heart sings like a hanging lute.
A single crack runs down the wall,
Foreshadowing this House’s fall.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poetry
March 24, 2025 at 1:26 PM
The last branch of my family tree
Is plagued by mental malady,
And bodily disease unknown—
Dear friend, I cannot be alone!
My mind is sick, my sense acute,
My heart sings like a hanging lute.
A single crack runs down the wall,
Foreshadowing this House’s fall.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poetry
Is plagued by mental malady,
And bodily disease unknown—
Dear friend, I cannot be alone!
My mind is sick, my sense acute,
My heart sings like a hanging lute.
A single crack runs down the wall,
Foreshadowing this House’s fall.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poetry
My finest moment, on that day,
Triumphant in the violent fray,
I hurled my Wisdom-guided spear
And taught immortal gods to fear
My mortal hand. But just as nice
Was when I bought, for brazen price,
Gold armor from a family friend,
As bargain for our fight to end.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poem
Triumphant in the violent fray,
I hurled my Wisdom-guided spear
And taught immortal gods to fear
My mortal hand. But just as nice
Was when I bought, for brazen price,
Gold armor from a family friend,
As bargain for our fight to end.
#riddlepoem #poetrycommunity #poem
March 23, 2025 at 4:43 PM
My finest moment, on that day,
Triumphant in the violent fray,
I hurled my Wisdom-guided spear
And taught immortal gods to fear
My mortal hand. But just as nice
Was when I bought, for brazen price,
Gold armor from a family friend,
As bargain for our fight to end.
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Triumphant in the violent fray,
I hurled my Wisdom-guided spear
And taught immortal gods to fear
My mortal hand. But just as nice
Was when I bought, for brazen price,
Gold armor from a family friend,
As bargain for our fight to end.
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Behind the veil we pull the strings,
With secret handshakes, signet rings,
And arcane ritual initiation.
The governments of every nation
Have members in our highest ranks.
We own the land, control the banks,
And you can see our influence still
In symbols on the dollar bill.
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With secret handshakes, signet rings,
And arcane ritual initiation.
The governments of every nation
Have members in our highest ranks.
We own the land, control the banks,
And you can see our influence still
In symbols on the dollar bill.
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March 4, 2025 at 6:12 PM
Behind the veil we pull the strings,
With secret handshakes, signet rings,
And arcane ritual initiation.
The governments of every nation
Have members in our highest ranks.
We own the land, control the banks,
And you can see our influence still
In symbols on the dollar bill.
#riddlepoem #poetry
With secret handshakes, signet rings,
And arcane ritual initiation.
The governments of every nation
Have members in our highest ranks.
We own the land, control the banks,
And you can see our influence still
In symbols on the dollar bill.
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I lost a free and fair election
And organized an insurrection
Demanding what I’d been denied.
The senators each left my side
Slowly, as arguments presented
A plot not quite unprecedented
Nor really even all that shocking…
But Cicero would not stop talking.
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And organized an insurrection
Demanding what I’d been denied.
The senators each left my side
Slowly, as arguments presented
A plot not quite unprecedented
Nor really even all that shocking…
But Cicero would not stop talking.
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February 23, 2025 at 2:32 PM
I lost a free and fair election
And organized an insurrection
Demanding what I’d been denied.
The senators each left my side
Slowly, as arguments presented
A plot not quite unprecedented
Nor really even all that shocking…
But Cicero would not stop talking.
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And organized an insurrection
Demanding what I’d been denied.
The senators each left my side
Slowly, as arguments presented
A plot not quite unprecedented
Nor really even all that shocking…
But Cicero would not stop talking.
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Bound by an oath, compelled by fate,
I am the guardian of this gate
Whose oaken bones have joints of brass.
Before I suffer you to pass
Beyond our borders, teach your truth
To me. The country’s shining youth
Is crying for a different Way—
And when you leave, your words will stay.
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I am the guardian of this gate
Whose oaken bones have joints of brass.
Before I suffer you to pass
Beyond our borders, teach your truth
To me. The country’s shining youth
Is crying for a different Way—
And when you leave, your words will stay.
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February 19, 2025 at 1:38 PM
Bound by an oath, compelled by fate,
I am the guardian of this gate
Whose oaken bones have joints of brass.
Before I suffer you to pass
Beyond our borders, teach your truth
To me. The country’s shining youth
Is crying for a different Way—
And when you leave, your words will stay.
#riddlepoem #poem
I am the guardian of this gate
Whose oaken bones have joints of brass.
Before I suffer you to pass
Beyond our borders, teach your truth
To me. The country’s shining youth
Is crying for a different Way—
And when you leave, your words will stay.
#riddlepoem #poem