Answer:
I am enjoyed with a pot and some pointy sticks.
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless I fly high up into the sky.
Some will use me, others not. Some have remembered, others forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly. I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. What am I?
If there is a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
What is cut on a table but is never eaten?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.