He flipped a coin, his resolve to… Heads, he doesn’t; tails, go forwa… Yes, full speed ahead; with all ha… It’s a toss-up; a challenge, an ex… But is it right? Leave everything…
In the dark, young children squeal… Ghouls everywhere, goblins laughin… Witches in pointed hats A clowder of black cats Quite a spooky night to go carousi…
Long hair, denim jacket, Frye boo… A Fu Manchu, behind dark green R… No cares, top of the world, indest… Aah! to be young again, no aches n… A mile in less than six, not break…
The cool ocean-scented breeze blew… Leaves on trees whispered a sibila… In the clear starry sky, a sense h… Dog days gone as we welcome autumn… Summer’s stifling heat just a memo…
Fine weather radiant sunshine The morning calm a prelude One fantastic summer day An idyllic interlude Isolated beach awaits
A lie often told Factoid becomes very soon By all counts by noon Yes, lies hoodwink some, not all For who wants to play the fool?
As dusk turns to dawn; day into ni… Our lives unfold thus; minute by m… Some brilliant as the early mornin… Others so somber, melancholy grips… We count the leaves in the tree of…
center Once, a child I was A long, long time ago But mem’ries fading fast As grey cells slowly go
The people we love The ones closest to our hearts Make life worth living They brighten the darkest days And make rainbows out of grays
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
My young son threw a ball at me But sadly, he caught me unaware And it bounced right in front of m… Oh! I melted at his wounded stare… Perhaps more focused I should be
the movers came today; three short, muscled guys one by one they carried all of his possession… to the yellow truck,
We spend a lifetime Waiting for the great moments Hoping it’s heav’n sent Forgetting small things That color our every day
When I was a young teen, she was… She knew all about me, because I… Knew all my skeletons, on her I c… Ain’t my sweetheart, just a really… As always, life intervenes, and we…
In the porch, a swing painted whit… Where starry-eyed lovers used to s… Now empty in the morning sunlight For hearts no longer in unison bea… © F Aparici