Hard Riddles

Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I’ve stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.

Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can’t be seen, unless it’s cold

Has feathers but can’t fly. Rests on legs but can’t walk.

Has no feet, but travels far. Is literate, but not a scholar. Has no mouth, yet clearly speaks.

He has married many women, but has never been married. Who is he?

He’s dead with a metal bar across his back. When a woman sees him, she is very pleased. This was all perfectly legal. What’s going on?

Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.

His big belly supposedly has the ability to dispense good fortune.

Hold these between your knees if you want to set a Cuban beat.

Hoofed frolicking.

How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?

I always follow my brother but you cannot see me, only him. You cannot hear him but you can hear me. What are we?

I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.

I am a good state, there can be no doubt of it; But those who are in, entirely are out of it.