Accelerated English 12Period 7/8 Riddles

There is a rectangleThat bears three colorsIt is an emblem of freedomAnd is embraced during good timesAnd bad times alikeThe sky-lifter raises it, full of prideAnd it attracts attention nationwideA recognized symbol nearly around the worldThe icon represents well-deserved achievementsAnd the hardships we've all had to endure, united

Crinkle crinkle i will gothrough the air to a frowood pulp I am, I am wood pulpfolded so delicately rectangle, rectangleI am of a darker huehue hue -- hue huemy belly-contents what you desirefolded over, folded undera name written across my breastdelve deep within memy belly-contents becomes yours

I am farfrom the point and sometimes not even on the same thing. At the end of the day,I’ve been constantly rubbed and from friction I’ve been worn down. Sacrificingmy life for the mistakes that others have made, my life isn’t the best. Istarted out in a factory. I was made from the sap of a very special tree. Thiswhite sap was then transformed through a very long process into what I am now.After all of that, I was packaged up and shipped all over the world so peoplecould abuse me and rub me down to shavings. If only something else could bemade to help people fix their mistakes, there would never be a reason for me inthe first place. A device that you could use, but never ever fix or get rid ofwhat it has done would be great. If only everyone could use such a thing myhead would no longer hurt. I would never be constantly rubbed, and I wouldnever ever wear down.

My position in this world is often overlookedHowever, if you lose me you will want to replace meI am at the core of man's coveringsI work hard to hold together my homeIt is your choice if we are closed or stay openWe are not completely independentThe threads of life bind us to our workWithout them, we would be lostWhen a small man approaches, my job is strenuousIf the man is too large, though, my work is uselessDon't forget to use me, or you may look like a fool

Every color of the rainbowThe smell of kindergartenMold it into shapesMom gets mad when you mix the colorsAnd when you drop it on the carpetOwns the factory of funAnd takes whatever shape you pleaseUsed in "house of scholars" or at your houseSoft and malleable But It will harden when it's dry

You've had it ever since you were young, It takes time and patience; It increases as you ageAs years go by it becomes more difficult It has problems to be answered In the beginning it's funAt the end it's a painMany excuses have been usedWhether they are true or false Procrastination is not the key; However, time-completness is.

It is forever in playIndoor, or outdoor, one can never sayAs white as snow, or as colorful as a rainbowWhen it’s in use, it’s sure to be a showIt is constantly violatedHit around with its users’ mightThe spike-machine is destined for glory when it is in flightIt bring joy to its victors                                                                                                       and sorrows to the rest                                                                                             Years of preparation will handle it the best  

A creature of mysterious originsEnters our world by exiting anotherUnappreciated, unwanted, and abandonedNo man nor animal likes to have it aroundA neccessary evil, it really isOnly aknowledged when it siezes to existWithout it, sickly we'd beBut we would be just as bad with too much of itFrom a royal throne, man now guides itWe send it away with a flick of a waterfall trigger. 

Looking down to all, and up to none,This animal is the most condescending creature to walk the earth.It has it’s chin up high, higher than the rest.It’s head is always in the clouds.This creature only eats from it own personal source of food.It consumes the top of leaf growers, no other animal is capable of doing so.Do to its elegant stride and unique shape, sometimes it appears to be walking on stilts.Its two horns protruding from its head are misleading, for this creature is peaceful by nature.It is lucky that winter does not fall where this animal lives,because it would be hard to find a scarf large enough for its neck.

They are the same in all but just one featureA single strip of face-forest is the only separator Neither wit nor appearance differentiates the two Together they are one, separate they are twoFrom the same source, they both come fromAnd in the same place they both make their homeWhile one lets out a bellowing growlThe other stands silently, face painted with a scowlTheir souls dark as the music they adoreBlack is the only color they know for sure

So many emotionsWrapped into two clock-ticksYou can only see, not feelSometimes it may seem realWatch as you pleaseIt will not go anywhereThe purpose is to pleaseNot always to informWith the faces and the places and the lessonsWhen it is doneYou go back to previous times

Look closely at a world where businessmen workNotice the precision and order as the workers goHarmony and teamwork get the job doneThese blue-collar coworkers specialize in their jobsRoaming from state to state in search of the resourcesIn order to collect items to bring to the BossThe Boss, she sits and inspects the workers to help with productivityThe businessman works and slaves all day only to have people come and steal the product awayThe golden product is so sweet and lovely to smell until goldstealers come who are greedy and want to sellNo matter how much this businessman tries the wounds he gives the intruders to try and protect what he has done, they do not hurt for a whileBack to work these employees goReady to make more and watch their company grow

On a dark-canvas is abright stroke of gold. Blinkand you’ll miss it. It’s damagingand beautiful, the weapon of aGod. It is joined by its loud sister,who follows obediently every time.Angels cry at its beauty, a sheetof tears falling around it. Init’s wake lay destruction, andthe world falls quiet and calm.

A copy of Britain is what I am said,A memory to all of the land that I spread.Red is my friend from here to thy end,I speak of its hardness, its valor, and its special mend.Then there is white, so mighty, so pure.The innocence behind it forever endured.I speak of the blue,Its viglance and justice.I am a country unifier,A spirit provider,A material sheet,To whom many speak.

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A creature that comes in all different sizes.They roam around, but eyes may be watching.Their funny disposition makes you want to take it home.They use each other as their brush and comb.Together in a community, family comes first.Don’t upset them, they have a short fuse.In a fight, you are sure to lose.Watch them do things that you did not seem possible.Their intelligence shows our relation,The human-wannabe could be named Mason.

The bright sign of lifeFrom high in the sky.Held only by a strip of delicate life.Colors of one, then of many,When darkness comesAnd the breath-gust of the worldSwings it by and by.The articulate veins to be simply splitOnly to glide, swiftly, swaying,Sailing quickly away.

This creature that bears sweetness,is a tiny one indeed.The female is dominant,the males don't succeed.Its colors are ones that don't go together,an extreme contrast that makes it stand out.Its aerial-gate is packed to the brim,with busy workers working within.The way it moves is in a natural rhythm.Gliding around, making stops,until the job is done.

It's flatYou use it everydayIt touches your foot-glovesSometimes people paint on itIt has holesIt ruins little critters homesIt is the setting of many deathsAnd lots of bloodshedSome countries can't afford itIf you hit your head on itIt would hurt

This thin is unseen if you are not lookingYet easily recognized when it stands alonePossessing this could lead to uncovering your innermost wishesAs it is the envy if people cannot obtain itIt stays in one place until it is foundAnd blows in the west-wind's-whisperIf never found it waits for its cold-death each yearBecoming anew during the rebirth-period it shows itself to the worldNorth, south, east, westYou may need luck to figure out what this thing is.