(2015)
Our passionate wish to be somewher… For over here; days are shorter, n… With AC off electricity much lowe… But gas consumption has gone astro… Sun we haven’t seen, wondering whe…
Been raining all morning Grey gloomy the sky In a darkened room I sat Thinking, half awake I love inclement days
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
The roadsides gleam in morning spl… Robed in the blooming garb of spri… Bluebonnets, flowers of every imag… A rainbow tapestry; the bees are m… Frantically, I searched for heave…
Smiles in our faces, oh! this joyo… As the strings of the Ninth perme… A spring in our steps; a lilt in o… Joy in our hearts, there’s no room… For the world’s been reborn; sprin…
The debris that weigh us down, It’s best to let them go To compassion, open our hearts And let the feeling show Let the flotsam float away,
Into a poem he poured his lovesick… That’s been jolted and pierced by… Lovely girl he adores, wants to im… But sadly he has found little succ… He has searched the internet left…
I once knew a young lady everyone… And no one approaches her with gen… Her tongue a wicked knife Her voice a high-pitched fife She’s got malignity and viciousnes…
oh yes! she made a huge mistake! companionship; all she ever wanted so, she dated a man she met at a w… quite old he was; still, the man s… lo! he turned out to be an oversex…
At the young mother he looked With worried, quizzical eyes Then said “How come you have Just one earring?” Startled, she grabbed both ears
We peeked thru a hole in the frost… Squinted our eyes to view the pris… In the virgin snow not a blemish n… And all the bushes snow-draped, no… Not a soul in sight in the frozen…
In the twilight of my life I’ve more yesterdays than tomorrow… I reminisce about the past And recall moments of joys and sor… I think about my days of youth
A Limerick Just for Laughs We all went to dinner; me, myself… We sat on one chair, we don’t know… I did most of the talking Myself quietly listening
He read the poems he’s written yea… Wow! he grimaced for they were ter… Now he’s worried what he writes to… Ten years later he’ll find lamenta… Guess he’s become more discriminat…
Autumn leaves lay on the ground All gathered in a four-foot mound A cold breeze lifted some around The world’s truly winter-bound Alas! The non-evergreens are bare