A Lovely Riddle

[A Desert Rose]

By the way... if your horse is thirsty, it's not getting enough from you. ;-)

And ciara's horse is spotted... that means it is artistic, verstile and friendly

 

[A Desert Rose]

The Storm is obviously, trouble in your life and how you precieve it.

The storm is like a wild card... it throws all into motion, even though it might be distant. How the storm effects the elements in your desert tells a lot about character.

Neither of you had horses who were bothered by the storm. That means there is no immediate troubles in your relationships.

lightening... shocking, illuminating

sand-storm... annoying, confusing, life changing

wind... energizing, stressful, chaotic or renewing

off in the distance... minimal, nothing you are worried about.

 

[snowy ciara]

I like my nosy little artistic horse. This is pretty fun, Rose.

 

[FungiUg]

A bit D&M! *chuckle*

 

[A Desert Rose]

The Flowers are children.

Where they are in relation to the cube, ladder and horse are important. Are they close and protected by any or all of those elements? They might not be your children but those of a friend or lover.

Water-lilies... pure, close to the unconscious

Daisies... innocent, natural, blonde?

Away from the cube... someone else's

Close... yours or under your protection

Oasis... enriched, protected from a harsh environment

Around the ladder... your friend's kids or neices or nephews

Interesting but not surprising that children come after the storm... yes? ;-)

 

[A Desert Rose]

The desert is your world.

It's your life's bare stage. It can be bleak, forbidding or uninhabitable. It can also be seen as a place of spiritual awareness and awakening.

Oasises show the way to luck and love.
Mirages, alluring illusions.
Cactus... prickly adversaries.

Think about what that desert looks like to you.

 

[A Desert Rose]

A bit D&M! *chuckle*

What is D&M?

 

[FungiUg]

What is D&M?

"Deep and Meaningful"

 

[A Desert Rose]

"Deep and Meaningful"

Big smile... ;-)

 

[snowy ciara]

The Flowers are children.

Where they are in relation to the cube, ladder and horse are important. Are they close and protected by any or all of those elements? They might not be your children but those of a friend or lover.

Water-lilies... pure, close to the unconscious

Daisies... innocent, natural, blonde?

Away from the cube... someone else's

Close... yours or under your protection

Oasis... enriched, protected from a harsh environment

Around the ladder... your friend's kids or neices or nephews

Interesting but not surprising that children come after the storm... yes? ;-)

hmm very interesting. My flowers were planted in the rungs of my ladder. Admittedly, I'm too young to have kids (19, okay, so that's not to young biologically, but mentally, I'm not ready). So that ties me all up with my friends and families kids.. Kinda makes me think how close knit my extended family is.

 

[FungiUg]

Big smile... ;-)

Which is just how DVS likes to use a submissive woman's arse...

 

[snowy ciara]

He takes it in a deep and meaningful manner? Wow..

 

[A Desert Rose]

hmm very interesting. My flowers were planted in the rungs of my ladder. Admittedly, I'm too young to have kids (19, okay, so that's not to young biologically, but mentally, I'm not ready). So that ties me all up with my friends and families kids.. Kinda makes me think how close knit my extended family is.

Yes... this is really fun and as your life changes, the cube game changes.

And everyone's cube story is sooo differently.

 

[snowy ciara]

more riddles..

I know a word of letters three.
Add two, and fewer there will be.

 

[snowy ciara]

My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face,
Careering along, yet always in place --
The thought has often come into my mind
If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.



Note: Some of these were written by famous people, poets and such. Extra geek points if you can guess the author. Scout's honour, no Googlin'!

 

[A Desert Rose]

Re: more riddles..

I know a word of letters three.
Add two, and fewer there will be.

Few-er?

 

[snowy ciara]

Got it in one! I see I have to try harder..

 

[evesdream]

My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face,
Careering along, yet always in place --
The thought has often come into my mind
If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.



Note: Some of these were written by famous people, poets and such. Extra geek points if you can guess the author. Scout's honour, no Googlin'!

That sounds like the moon to me..

 

[snowy ciara]

Yes, it was the moon, and the riddle was by Sir Edmund Gosse


A few more.


"At night they come without being fetched,
And by day they are lost without being stolen."



Then all thy feculent majesty recalls
The nauseous mustiness of forsaken bowers,
The leprous nudity of deserted halls --
The positive nastiness of sullied flowers.
And I mark the colours, yellow and black,
That fresco thy lithe, dictatorial thighs.


I turn around once,
What is out will not get in.
I turn around again,
What is in will not get out.


Lovely and round,
I shine with pale light,
grown in the darkness,
A lady's delight.


As a whole, I am both safe and secure.
Behead me, and I become a place of meeting.
Behead me again, and I am the partner of ready.
Restore me, and I become the domain of beasts.
What am I?


A hundred and one
by fifty divide,
And if a cipher
is rightly applied,
The answer is one from nine.

 

[shy slave]

Originally posted by snowy ciara
Yes, it was the moon, and the riddle was by Sir Edmund Gosse


A few more.


"At night they come without being fetched,
And by day they are lost without being stolen."

Stars?



I turn around once,
What is out will not get in.
I turn around again,
What is in will not get out.

Doorlock or turnstile?





As a whole, I am both safe and secure.
Behead me, and I become a place of meeting.
Behead me again, and I am the partner of ready.
Restore me, and I become the domain of beasts.
What am I?

Mmmm I am sure I know it, its on the tip of my tongue.
*Sticks out tongue to see if she can read it*
Mmmm still thinking....

 

[snowy ciara]

Yes on the first one.

That's not the answer given in my book, but that works too! (Think in an old fashioned pub sort of way.)

 

[shy slave]

I am throwing a party for getting one right
'Old fashioned pub sort of way'

Sounds like the local bouncer now *sigh* it must be my bedtime I will have to sleep on it, and by then ADR will have figured them out

 

[snowy ciara]

Going to bed? rats. I'll try to behave while you're gone.

Sleep well!

 

[D's mariposa]

I love riddles..

Then all thy feculent majesty recalls
The nauseous mustiness of forsaken bowers,
The leprous nudity of deserted halls --
The positive nastiness of sullied flowers.
And I mark the colours, yellow and black,
That fresco thy lithe, dictatorial thighs.

This one I've read before, it's part of a gothic type poem. Of course I can't remember the answer, though!


I turn around once,
What is out will not get in.
I turn around again,
What is in will not get out.

Thinking in an old fashioned pub sort of way.. I know what it is , but I don't know what it is.. You know on a cask of wine or beer they have that little whole in the end that you bonk with a hammer so it pops out (well, in really, it ends up inside the cask)? Then you take the little wooden faucet thingy and hammer it in and then turn the keg /cask back on it's side and use the stopper faucet thing to draw the drink? That's what it is, whatever it is.. (It'll probably come to me in the middle of the night..)

Lovely and round,
I shine with pale light,
grown in the darkness,
A lady's delight.

Not sure on this one, but it sounds kinky, doesn't it?


As a whole, I am both safe and secure.
Behead me, and I become a place of meeting.
Behead me again, and I am the partner of ready.
Restore me, and I become the domain of beasts.
What am I?

The word is stable..


A hundred and one
by fifty divide,
And if a cipher
is rightly applied,
The answer is one from nine.

Not a clue on the last one. Hints please?

 

[snowy ciara]

From D's mari..

I turn around once,
What is out will not get in.
I turn around again,
What is in will not get out.

Thinking in an old fashioned pub sort of way.. I know what it is , but I don't know what it is.. You know on a cask of wine or beer they have that little whole in the end that you bonk with a hammer so it pops out (well, in really, it ends up inside the cask)? Then you take the little wooden faucet thingy and hammer it in and then turn the keg /cask back on it's side and use the stopper faucet thing to draw the drink? That's what it is, whatever it is.. (It'll probably come to me in the middle of the night..)

The password is "stopcock". But shy's answer also works, so I'm thinking you both got it.

Okay, hints.. (for those who haven;t lost interest..)

Then all thy feculent majesty recalls
The nauseous mustiness of forsaken bowers,
The leprous nudity of deserted halls --
The positive nastiness of sullied flowers.
And I mark the colours, yellow and black,
That fresco thy lithe, dictatorial thighs.

We're thinking of living things, hunters, so to speak.

Lovely and round,
I shine with pale light,
grown in the darkness,
A lady's delight.

Think jewelry, though the answer is a synonym for a certain body part.

A hundred and one
by fifty divide,
And if a cipher
is rightly applied,
The answer is one from nine.

It's both numerical and mythological.