Earlier this year, my wife and I visited Pompeii. We saw the ruins and the people who perished but were preserved in the moment of their deaths. That inspired this poem.
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His whole world ended; it was yest… His hopes for tomorrow quickly per… When the love of his life passed a… His dreams, like a thin mist, vani… She’ll always be the lady of his y…
A cup of latté Guilty yet simple pleasure To welcome the day At the deck I sat Squinting at the morning sun
One morning we saw Pegasus fly by Glorious, his white mane contrast… Shining, his wings in the rays of… Impressive, flaunting like an Oly… But Zeus not amused; happy he was…
Summers used to be pleasant In the air the ocean’s salty scent Lows in the low seventies Highs in the low nineties Clear deep blue skies
She sat on the porch watching the… In a swing, she and her love sat e… But now she sits all alone and in… Praying it will go away, and none… © F Aparici
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…
“Sweetie, it’s not you, it’s me! I care about you, don’t you see?” It seems he hears that everyday… It’s an awful, hurtful cliché… And so ends his latest romance
Incredible, amazing, living in an… Days often sunny, the nights alway… Then comes a hurricane All that wind and rain Terrifying storm that from the dar…
A raven cawed Fear struck my heart Chills quickly engulfed me All so unexplainably It seems so odd
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
Aye! She talks too much She makes a short story long Phrases into song But he loves her nonetheless For she’s lovely that’s our guess
the pitter-patter of the rain lulled him into deep sleep dreams, the gods did ordain he didn’t even count sheep! and he saw her in a dream
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
within him a monster clamoring to come out from slight, hurt, anger where all beasts sprout a fiend he must conquer
I’ve got a splinter in my lil fing… So I’ll need a needle to take it… A sharp samurai ain’t worth a ding… Unless my finger, I can do withou… But should one night, I meet a ni…