Dream about eternity Be excited about heav’n A place that’s full of beauty Where there’s no sorrow nor pain Atop the hill the city

The sun has set; it’s time to let… And the moment’s come to bid farew… To slights that in our hearts dwel… To anger and hurt; for it is after… Tomorrow’s the future, it’s a fres…

surely, self-annihilation never an acceptable solution to a life filled with sadness, of great heartaches and pain to a broken spirit, a soul unforgi…

Not a Sonnet I was alone in the house, Saturda… About to nap; opted instead to be… The theme or the story? That I kn… A tragic tale; or newlyweds on a h…

Beneath the clash of giants tall The earth itself begins to quake With every step, the mountains bre… And silent cries are drowned by al… The rivers dry, the forests fall

Wild powerful thunderstorm This afternoon ripped through town Dragging cold torrential rain Knockout winds took oak trees down Lightning flashes thunder claps

I doubt, but I hope not to sin I hesitate but cynical I’m not I wish my faith will strengthen And my unbelief be finally forgot!… © F Aparici

Sliver of silver Lit the sky at eventide Behind clouds stars hide We admired from here below The beauty of afterglow

A tale with a twist Totally unexpected A surprise ending Novel stories odd but true Keep young hearts beating askew

Few thousand miles swallows travel Twice a year in mass migration To party somewhere temperate Avoid winter hibernation The swallows leave Capistrano

A world black and white Grays of every depth and shade Our God could have made Instead He painted rainbows To brighten our tomorrows

Yes, he’s smart, way smarter than… Not me of course; though that’s de… But now he’s departed to the other… A deep sadness I feel; it’s unavo… Rivals we weren’t, but we could ha…

My love, my sweetheart, my true fr… Every day my partner in crime She laughs at my jokes all the tim… And fattens my heart to no end She talks to plants like they’re h…

When love departs, it stirs the he… More deeply felt in fleeting time At airports, kisses play their par… A touch that’s tender and sublime In hospitals, where pray’rs ascend

Three o’clock in the morning He woke up, quickly out of bed He’s ready, though still yawning To go to mass, with eyes so red For it’s nine days till Christmas