This is a description of something. You, the reader, must try and figure out what it is.


Guess What It Is? One

I wake up any time of day
Always work and never play
When I slumber, I am tight
And wake anew so long and bright
Made for peace, but made to fight
I slice the light into the night
My form is nay complex nor crude
Many wrongs that I undo
Many faces I may beam
Any color mine can seam
Blue for when I strike in true
Green is for my focus keen
Purple's both inside my head
Red is when I want you dead



What am I?




Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-22 at 04:30

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wolfthepoet
Lets see... in my mind Violence never sleeps up at anytime of day,
Murder is 80% about seriousness
Made for Peace but made to fight symbolizes to me that gun could either you to attack, or attack the attacker.
Slice of light is the muzzle flash of a gun
Gun forms were origanily formed crudly from zinc and crude metals, and we know the complexities of high powered riffles nowwaddays. The bullet bares no grudge. Now with the color description.
green is the infection of gunshot run
and red is the blood extraction (of course)
I think a lot outside the box, so what it about
2006-12-22


wolfthepoet
i was thinkin' a gun but i may be wrong
2006-12-22



Wonderful, but confusing riddle, thanks for making me think...
2006-12-22


Kathy Lockhart
I am reading your riddle over and over. My mind is spinning right now trying to form some thought about this mystery. I will have another go at it in the morning. I think my brain is fogged in. lol But, it is a great riddle!
2006-12-22