I am a word of letters six,

“Pertaining to the mind;”

Rearrange my letters, and I’ll “grieve,”

Because you are unkind;

Hot on the heels of Bilbao’s story puzzle, I have several more challenges to try to stump you with! The week is still young!

My 1st is an abbreviated term, French, for addressing a man;

My 2nd comes from one end of a dog, runs up a tree, and floats on the sea;

OK, Falwan has egged me on here…

Ok, we haven’t done one of these in awhile, but have another neat contest!

This one is sponsored by ZoomDoggle, creator of

Place a hundred at each end, with a five in the middle,

And a one on each side of the five: then will the riddle

Solved be when you find (at least so says the ditty)

Are the  _ _ _ _ _ _    _ _ _ _ _ _.  Can you find them?

Janet was quite ill one day.

Febrile trouble came her way.

Martyr-like, she lay in bed;

A 50 year old man falls out of a thirty story building onto the ground, and lives.

How is this possible?

My first is either good or bad,

May please or may offend you;

My second, in a thirsty mood,

Can very much befriend you.

The haughty ones do it down upon
Does it up, the sincere student
I manage mine with clothes I don
When you do, contacts may augment.

Do you see which word answers this riddle?

Submitted by Ganesh

Ok, another rebus puzzle from Gray-T; this one may be a little harder, so it comes with a quote from the guy shown on the left:

“I live in a little cell, with a window that won’t even close,

In which Boreas himself would not want to live.”

Behind the barn at early morn

I hear a herald blow his horn.

His beard was flesh, his mouth was horn,

The like of him was never born.

What did I hear?

After trying one of our earlier riddles, a visitor was inspired to create this:

You surely need me to make a point sound
I could save time or ease your workday

To a word of consent, add one half of a fright;

Next subjoin what you never beheld in the night;

These rightly connected, you’ll quickly obtain

On every high tree I may always be found

Likewise on the towering hill;

I’m the sport of the boys, and when moving around

Sometimes do appear to stand still;

A monosyllable I am,-a reptile, I vow;

If you put me together, I’m syllables two;

I’m English, I’m Latin, I’m one or the other,

A bit easier this time:

Once you get what the middle picture is for this one, use it again in Gray-T’s puzzle below (

Many of you will remember Gray-T and the colorful comments he used to leave on the site. Haven’t heard from him in a while, but last week he surprised me with this picture riddle/puzzle: (click on picture for high resolution version)

He said I was beautiful, he did, I assure you; and I know he was right, for my skin was as soft as satin, and white like ivory, my figure slender and elegant.

A hundred and one by fifty divide,

And next let a cipher be duly applied

And if the result you should rightly divine,

You’ll find that the whole makes but one out of nine.

This one is a bit of a challenge, so won’t unmask any submitted answers until Wednesday or Thursday.

Just equal are my head and tail,

My middle slender as can be,

Whether I stand on head or heel,

‘Tis all the same to you or me.

But if my head should be cut off,

The matter’s true, although ’tis strange,

My head and body, severed thus,

Immediately to nothing change.

My body’s taper’d fine and neat

I’ve but one eye, yet am complete;

You’d judge me, by my equipage,

The greatest warrior of the age;

For when you have survey’d me round,

Nothing but steel is to be found;

Yet men I ne’er was known to kill,

Though ladies’ blood I often spill.

These Riddle Poems can be difficult, so figured it’s a good time to try something a little different. Instead of keeping answers masked for a couple days, submitted comments will appear live immediately (no moderation). This way, the puzzle can be worked out in real-time.

I have no head, and a tail I lack,

But oft have arms, and legs, and a back;

I inhabit the palace, the tavern, the cot-

‘Tis a beggarly residence where I am not.

If a monarch were present (I tell you no fable),

I still should be placed at the head of the table.

My first is a lie; my second is a lie; my whole is the emblem of innocence.

What am I?  

(The answer is 1 word consisting of 2 syllables)

A riddle poem:

I go, but never stir,

I count, but never write,

I measure, and divide, and, sir,

You’ll find my measures right.

I run, but never walk,

I strike, but never wound,

I tell you much, but never talk,

In my diurnal round.