Alright, these aren't haikus, but they fit into the general category. Here they are, stolen from antoher site
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am twice as old as three times the age of
the Sphinx of Gazia, Agamamnus,
divided by one-ninth the age of
the Sphinx of Canus, Igon,
who left this world twenty-six years ago.
What then is my age?
I touch your face,
I'm in your words,
I'm lack of space,
And beloved by birds...
If Cell 3 holds worthless brass, Cell 2 holds the gold key.
If Cell 1 holds the gold key, Cell 3 holds worthless brass.
If Cell 2 holds worthless brass, Cell 1 holds the gold key.
Knowing this brave fool, and knowing that all that is
said cannot be true, which cell contains the gold key?
From the beginning of eternity,
To the end of time and space,
To the beginning of every end,
And the end of every place...
In a marble hall, white as milk,
Lined with skin as soft as silk,
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple, doth appear,
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in to steal the gold...
My second is performed by my first,
And, it is thought,
A thief by the mark of the whole
Might be caught
What is neither fish nor flesh,
feathers nor bone,
But still has fingers,
and thumbs of its own?
Crushed beneath trampling feet,
kept in darkness and cold. I am useless
if I have suffered not; but having suffered,
my temper is sweet and strong to all
those who partake. What am I, at start?
Two bodies have I,
Though both joined in one.
The more still I stand,
The quicker I run...
What force and strength
cannot get through,
I, with a gentle touch, can do;
And many in these twisted halls would stand,
Were I not, as a friend, at hand...
I tie and hold, capture and bind,
yet both knights and knaves doth crave me.
I faithfully enslave all within my grasp,
whether or not they seek me.
Yet those who have never felt my unmerciful hand,
are pitied by their fellow Man...
What flares up
And does a lot of good,
And when it dies,
Is just a piece of wood?
More beautiful than the face of your God,
Yet more wicked than a Demon's forked tongue?
Dead men eat it all the time,
Live men who eat it die slow...
I come out of the earth,
I am sold in the market.
He who buys me cuts off my tail,
Takes off my suit of silk,
And weeps beside me when I am dead...
What is the thing
which comes in sheets,
yet cannot be folded or
gathered again?
There is a thing, which nothing is,
Yet it has a name.
It's sometimes tall
And sometimes short
It tumbles when we fall
It joins our sport,
And plays at every game...
I daily am in Elsweyr and Skyrim,
At times do all the world explore,
Since time began I've held my reign,
And shall till time is never more.
I never in my life have strolled
In garden, field, or park,
Yet all of these are sad and cold
If I'm not there and it is dark...
Elvish mithril and Argonian silver, crumble I can.
But first, I improve all created by man.
I devour all things,
Bird and beast, serfs and kings.
Though my pace is even, men curse my speed,
Wishing I were lazier in their hour of need.
I can creep and crawl, or rush, even fly.
I am all thou hast.
Tell me, who am I?
I'll post the answers after everyone takes a crack at 'em.
