Photos, film, To capture, display, A crime not committed, But made to look that way.

Proverbially stuck between the answer and a stick; one is to tempt me, the other is to make sure you submit. Horses love them; in fact, you may use the stick to dangle me, to make them move.

You can pronounce me many ways But I'm still the same thing. I hold flowers and trinkets I can be ancient or modern. Porcelain, glass, metallic or clay, On your table or mantle is where I stay.

I am golden and sweet, made by busy bees. You can spread me on bread or stir me into tea. What am I?

Weak people are sometimes called me, I scrape your soles and keep them clean, Always the first thing to welcome you home, I spend my whole day awaiting you at the door