A poem from a combination of clichés LOL...
Once there was a poet with severe… He tried everything but the words… Desperate, he tried marijuana Sadly, it didn’t bring nirvana Disappointed he concluded weed’s a…
Kind words are free; offered by th… They edify, they comfort, they beg… But words unkind cut deeper than a… They hurt and destroy even across… Thus, with your words be careful,…
He paused a moment, and stood stil… As verses flew by, the birth of a… A smile curled his lips, a silent… Filled his heart; and he must hurr… For pen and paper await his though…
Her eyes speak volumes A wide range of emotions She can’t verbalize Sparkle when happy Glisten with tears whene’er sad
Our lives a fresh canvas at birth For limitless possibilities exist Opportunities abound here on earth Welcome to a future the Fates kis… We gaze in the mirror, amplify our…
A Sonnet to May Here’s to the glorious stunning mo… Nourished by beneficent April sho… Sprouts have become fragrant color… Adding more beauty to the late spr…
worry and panic drag us down towards misery and despair often, we wear a big frown and love we can’t even share there’s no joy in the air
As a youth, I felt like superman An immortal, an ultimate warrior But life tempered my outlook Sadly, now I have become a worrie… © F Aparici
Up high the red hawk hovered O’er the lush virgin forest Keen piercing eyes surveilling Hunting live prey for her nest Under the green canopy
Black birds all in flight Acrobatic explosion Darkening the sky Bad weather coming As the starlings warn the world
Surrender not; hope, give up never Look east! Rising, the radiant su… Soonest, it’s rays will warm us al… Light shall banish darkness, and w… Fret not therefore, the Lord shal…
Today, it appears my world is blac… Yin and yang; utter darkness, bril… No shades of gray, either bliss or… The sadness I will keep; the joy… © F Aparici 05-11-2016
When young, we haven’t been around… Nearly everything, we could rememb… Whether all those events really ha… Who knows, but it didn’t really ma… Dreams and fantasies all we had wh…
Once, a child I was; long, long t… Those days forever gone, they didn… Now, as grey cells go; mem’ries fa… Soon I may forget friends I used… Time flies fast, while I await wi…
center In a deserted Long Beach inn Next to the marina; They bid their farewells While gazing at Catalina;