Spring Riddle Poems

When songs of joy are sung, deep and full-throated,
     Gay lines of cheer blissfully oft' may spring;
but songs sung happily hide...

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I want to get my feet wet
I want to bury my hands for years
I never meant to see beyond 
I am bound to travel back...

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In the spirit I see all hanging by the stars
In the spirit I see all held by the bars:
The flesh a curtain hanging under the...

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If I die in autumn,
I will be dry leaves
flying in time...
If I die in the summer,
everyone will feel that
I enjoyed well
the temperature...
if in winter,
I will...

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Raising up an old book                    ...

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A spring monarch
tries to land on itself---
the butterfly effect...

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No matter existence (mine) lamely, mostly, and nearly spent...

I barely experienced
getting clothed (think fashion wise
as metaphorically swiftly tailored
harried styled mortal)
approaching naked truth
regarding life, liberty

and pursuit...

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The narrowing of choice, opaque or black?
Unconfident die castes vote ballot blank,
How has our circus bread become this bland?
What a diverse homogeneous blend,
All stitched to...

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I feel I need a little more Goldfinger in me
Not good to be heartless but one needs a hard shell, sometimes
Winter turns into spring 
and...

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It's perfectly true, there's a blue kangaroo,
    Where an emu once flew, upside-down.
    There's even a lion, that's made...

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Lo the gentleness of your gesture
makes the spring leaves harmonized whistles
waving arms of the sturdiest of stump (and thistles)

If there were a thump (supposed)
who would...

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 couplets 

Surveying green, leaves me somewhat unfazed;
‘til spring leaves appear and my eyebrows raise.

Riddle, ma riddle, ma riddle me green,
how many shades of green...

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I'm bitter and beautiful, Ria by name,
I challenge my dreams in a dangerous game,
I'm less than a lover yet more than a friend,
A difficult riddle...

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I have cried those violent prayers
hurled them, venom filled, cursing
all the powers that be - but aren’t.
Seething in the roiling pit of rage
alone amid the...

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Aeneas crept into the depths
of the underground, upright
he stepped
darkly
as dead roses pressed
and she wept
(Persephone)
in the pit
(indemnity)
where shadows slept
bellowing
as bellows sing
so readily
below those mourning bells that...

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