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His Mistress Green*

A nice piece of poetry this here!


We are all just a number they say…

We Have A Winner!

Sort of… Actually I don’t think the winner was even aware of the puzzle, but minor technicalities aside, a hearty “Best Wishes and Good Luck” to Marte of MarteandKristin, who shared a sad and touching story but kept the emphasis on recovering and moving on in a positive way. That’s the only successful approach to dealing with life!

Here was the puzzle, from a post a little ways back (SPOILER COMING UP SOON, TURN BACK NOW IF YOU ARE NOT READY FOR THE SOLUTION YET) :

I sail on this sea,

For an eagle I stows on me boat.

He who can say unto it

“I verily suffer”

Hunts all.

And the solution is as follows (Obviously, anyone not wanting to read the solution just yet should read no further!) :

This is a simplest form of crypto where a message is merely woven evenly perpendicular to the text. In this case, every fifth letter spells out the message.

I sail         L

on thi        I

s sea,F      F

or an e     E

agle I        I

stows        S

on me b    B

oat.He      E

who ca     A

n say u    U

nto it       T

“I veri      I

ly suf       F

fer”Hu    U

nts al      L


Keep up the good fight to turn every thought into a positive one Marte and Kristin and everyone else! Till next time 🙂

Clever Persons in Old Verses Seldom Mention Learned Curses

Look Venessa! Look upon these woven letters:

Clever persons in old verses

seldom mention lessons they would

love to drone about forever,

for they alone know how enticing

clever persons ever were.

On yesterday,

a day away,

we set our sights,


above only the hills and not the clouds.

Our checks are due,

we must align ourselves with that which matters.

What is the meaning of this?

Feign and do it nigh

that I may even yet witness it;

born of truest intonation,

longed for night and,

on occasion, daily.

For I,

oh angels spare me,

I was as a carefree gryphon once;

a careless young surprising advent

of the modern legend.

It was for me,

for me!,

an easy thing

to build a touching sequence of…

Let us seize the magic number

so that we can,

within a reasonable duration,

assume to know the secrets.

What does it mean?

I sail on this sea,

For an eagle I stows on me boat.

He who can say unto it

“I verily suffer”

Hunts all.

Some things to consider:

You’re stupid.

So am I.

You will die.

So will I.

What happens before then matters.

So act like it.

Is the above poetry or philosophy? Does it matter? Is it even true? Leave your thoughts, I’d like to hear them.