Hurt Without Moving
We hurt without moving.
And poison without touching.
We bear truth and lies,
But are not judged by size.
What are we?
Words.
Sometimes I’m An Insult
Sometimes I’m an insult,
Sometimes I’m a meal,
But if you see me hanging around,
I hope to change how you feel.
A turkey.
A Wonderful Help To Women
I am a wonderful help to women,
The hope of something to come.
I harm no citizen except my slayer.
Rooted I stand on a high bed. I am shaggy below.
Sometimes the beautiful peasant’s daughter, an eager-armed,
Proud woman grabs my body,
Rushes my red skin, holds me hard,
Claims my head. The curly-haired
Woman who catches me fast will feel
Our meeting. Her eye will be wet.
What am I?
An onion. Onions help add flavor to meals, they make the person who cuts them cry and they grow hair downtown.
Need Me But Give Me Away
People need me but they always give me away.
What am I?
Money.
I Make Men Crazy
I can make men crazy,
I shine when you retire.
I move water without a touch,
My colors may cause you ire.
The moon. The moon has a long association with being crazy (lunar being the basis for a lunatic). It shines at night, when you go to bed. The moon’s gravity creates the ocean tides and when the moon is different colors it can mean bad weather is on its way.
It Has No Eye
If a man made it, it has an eye.
If a tree made it, it has no eyes.
What is it?
A needle.
By Sef Daystrom
Made of Ten But Two We Make
Made of ten but two we make,
When assembled others quake,
Five apart and we are weak,
Five together havoc wreak.
What are we?
A fist.