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Each of Gabriel Rhenals' riddles are found in this spot. All original and the result of much thought.
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Converts misery. Preserves ecstasy. Promotes civility. Reverses entropy.
Most versatile of tools. Governed by rules. Accessible to fools. A weightless weapon for vicious duels.
Shared, hoarded, flaunted, squandered...
Summoned in a rush or at one's leisure. An alluring form of visceral pleasure. Easy to achieve, easy to measure. But if abused, you may part with some treasure.
Entertains without a bill. Available to any by mere power of will. Keeps one active while sitting still. In union with art? An enticing thrill!
Swarming and multiplying with illusions vast, an out-of-balance strain whose host is dying fast.
Endowed but rarely attained. Impressive but with practice. Shared but never given. Abundant but mostly squandered.
In corners and margins, we reside. Our make-do form we do not hide. But by a skillful hand, we’re shown with pride!
Rely on me for any of your thoughts. Need a greater supply? There’s usually lots. Half the cure if bored in spots.
Compared to pleasure, subtle and low. But more powerful than, don’t ya know? Conjured at will, a perpetual flow.
Weak as a twig or strong as steel. Not seen or measured but very real. Mastered enough, superhuman you’ll feel.
From danger felt inside or out. A myriad of imaginings can make it sprout. Its fiercest grip from gravest doubt.
We only follow two commands. When in single file, you see everything. When shoulder to shoulder, you see nothing.
Thin or fat, short or tall. Even with space, I hug the wall. Want a generous friend? I lend to all.
Dropped, left alone and unimpressive in sight. But executes a compensatory plan with dogged and vertical might.
Greatly desired but bears secret curse. Disposes to vanity, vapidity or worse. Cages a populace in romantic verse.
One of a pair an author declares. Adds imagined steps to a flight of stairs. If you can climb higher, who even cares?
If I were achieved, you'd hear an angel's sweet harp. But though elusive to all, the pursuit keeps one sharp.
Puts most to sleep, sadly so. But skill and ingenuity clearly show. Targets ears but makes heart and mind glow.
Answer: Classical music
I come in many shapes and sizes. Settled down enough, who from me easily rises? After many years, in me find prizes.
Only after my show, dare I speak. When I'm in town, shelter you seek. My venue of choice? Part of my mystique.
We're known to fetch balls, golden in sight. Live close to our home? Hear a symphony at night.
We can flow like a river or nary see release. But let our ducts deliver and you'll soon be at peace.
From innards we're born. Our voices a horn. If silent and murderous, you'll have much to mourn.
Rises without legs. Moves without wearying. Caresses without hands. Glares without eyes. Punishes without reason.
Some follow them. Some dread them. Some forget them. Some realize them. None choose them.
Reaches down and deep through rock and soil. Reaches back and past times of pain and toil.
Amid our papery folds, find too much talk. Most, to be sure, are utter schlock. But laying idly by, we wait to rock!
Find in them a sensitive beast. Madly bake goods with endless yeast. Through brief lines serve their evocative feast.
I shimmer in most like some great spark. Lost, I bring the doom and stark. Alive, I reverse the dreary and dark.
Preferred from cars, least from rot. Sends you back to a time nearly forgot. With a simple pinch, feel my kiss not.
An -ism in a change of pace. My reach is far and wide but rarely to her face. Implied is my game, domain and place.
You can stroke me once, twice or thrice. But earn my ire and pay the price. Is that milk? I'll play nice.
Big or small, hidden or not. Sometimes joined by many a dot. Fun to show off. How many ya got?
Enemies conspire to turn me green. Act with vigilance to keep me clean. Hot and bored? My benefits seen.
Answer: Swimming pool
An intimate friend in every way. I'm tender and nestle after each long day. But my groove you lose when thrown away.
A large collection always intact. I've hundreds of parts, it's just a fact! Try living without me. An impossible act.
What the hell did Noah smoke? Without a doubt, nature's funniest joke. Predators beware or face a serious poke.
Emptied out but always refilled. Cast illusions whose trick is for hours willed. Run by those unreliably skilled.
Answer: Movie theater
As certain as the turning of the earth. I'll be seeing you, no matter your worth. When I do show up, I end all mirth.
Simple or complex, quiet or loud. No hands but can touch you alone or in a crowd. If you read me, you should be proud.
I'm mouthless but always chew - massive amounts of flesh, bone and sinew. I dine for years at a time and continue to.
Its voice of shrill screams pierces dreams. Has three lives, sometimes more. Will return, same as before.
Answer: Alarm clock
What grabs much, distant and close? Comes with us all and upstairs it goes? But when unpleasant, avoid its throes.
Clocks, stars, ripples and coins. What's in your mind, perfect and round? But when drawn, you're failure-bound?
What's represented on trees, can be as annoying as fleas, oft hails from overseas and strives to leave legacies?
What's close together in hominid, a third of time behind a lid and not to be trusted as there's much from them hid?
What flows without limit, rewards to no end, requires one implement and can make mountains of women and men?