Honey riddle/poem

[davidbenjamindix]

Greetings. I am completely new to poetry. I am a woodworker, beekeeper, pianist, composer, chef, and interested in many other things. Here's the scerario: I am in the middle of building a full-size blanket chest. I have designed a custom spring-loaded magnetic lock that has 13 buttons. Out of those 13 buttons, 5 of them unlock the lid to the chest, while pushing the 8 "wrong buttons" actually reinforce the lock. So, the solution to figuring out the 5 correct buttons lies within a poem. Each button will have 2 letters assigned to them, and you must press the right letters to unlock the box. "Honey" is the correct answer to unlock the box. So I am trying to figure out how to write the poem/riddle. I don't want it to rhyme, and I don't want to say too much to give the answer away easily. In fact, I want it to be EXTREMELY complicated, and I love puns. I think 6 or 8 lines of two stanzas would be just about right. Being a beekeeper, I have come up with a few thoughts. Here's some of the language I have come up with, and I will take any help I can get:
(the answer is Honey)

Breaks out in hives
collected from many sources from great distances
slave to thousands and fit for royalty (the queen)
chameleon through seasons (honey changes color from spring to fall because of the flowers in bloom)
converts under protection (protected under wax cappings)
trampled under protection
healer of wounds, but causing them too
term of endearment
loved
beloved
extracted
stings
sweet
Slumbers in the dark and deep ("deep" is common beekeepers term for largest size box to keep bees in)
inevitable fate to the horror or the Borborygmus (growling stomach)

I have never written a poem, and don't even know where to start. Please comment!

[cidermaid]

Hi,
I'm not great at solving riddles and so my attempt is probably weak, but perhaps some lines will work and they can be used with whatever any else has to offer.

Beloved brood upon these words.
Extract from under copious cappings
a sweet seasonal harvest.
Bumbling incompetence, met with a sting.

Don’t be baited amiss,
cast loose your virgins
from their cells.
Fan out and scout.

Drool, spat from hardened lip,
toned by a flowery pitch,
succoured, the virgin feasts,
in the dark and deep.

Then out of the strong
the healer of wounds, arising
sweetness emerging,
arresting borborygmus.

[davidbenjamindix]

That's really great! I really like what you did with it. I'm also trying to convey a dark or eerie type mood throughout.

[Keith]

Greetings. I am completely new to poetry. I am a woodworker, beekeeper, pianist, composer, chef, and interested in many other things. Here's the scerario: I am in the middle of building a full-size blanket chest. I have designed a custom spring-loaded magnetic lock that has 13 buttons. Out of those 13 buttons, 5 of them unlock the lid to the chest, while pushing the 8 "wrong buttons" actually reinforce the lock. So, the solution to figuring out the 5 correct buttons lies within a poem. Each button will have 2 letters assigned to them, and you must press the right letters to unlock the box. "Honey" is the correct answer to unlock the box. So I am trying to figure out how to write the poem/riddle. I don't want it to rhyme, and I don't want to say too much to give the answer away easily. In fact, I want it to be EXTREMELY complicated, and I love puns. I think 6 or 8 lines of two stanzas would be just about right. Being a beekeeper, I have come up with a few thoughts. Here's some of the language I have come up with, and I will take any help I can get:
(the answer is Honey)

Breaks out in hives
collected from many sources from great distances
slave to thousands and fit for royalty (the queen)
chameleon through seasons (honey changes color from spring to fall because of the flowers in bloom)
converts under protection (protected under wax cappings)
trampled under protection
healer of wounds, but causing them too
term of endearment
loved
beloved
extracted
stings
sweet
Slumbers in the dark and deep ("deep" is common beekeepers term for largest size box to keep bees in)
inevitable fate to the horror or the Borborygmus (growling stomach)

I have never written a poem, and don't even know where to start. Please comment!

You can find me at the gates of Hell
My body bound by binary
The end comes with the smallest question
If my whole you truly seek
Then look inside the carcase of a lion

Here's the real riddle, wont you need power, to a lock of this nature and why would you want to secure blankets ?

[billy]

is the answer Mississippi?

[davidbenjamindix]

Here's the real riddle, wont you need power, to a lock of this nature and why would you want to secure blankets ?

The lock is completely mechanical. Magnets, springs, gravity, and human stregnth is all the energy necessary. And by the way, it is used for security blankets.

Also, if you were a chef, would you have ThymeOnYourHands? Or maybe be all out of thyme?

[Keith]

Here's the real riddle, wont you need power, to a lock of this nature and why would you want to secure blankets ?

The lock is completely mechanical. Magnets, springs, gravity, and human stregnth is all the energy necessary. And by the way, it is used for security blankets.

Also, if you were a chef, would you have ThymeOnYourHands? Or maybe be all out of thyme?

Haha very likley, however I more often find RhymeOnMyHands. I assume my riddle doesn't fit the bill.