Mid-October still blazing hot Need to find us sun shaded spot But it’s autumn, almost forgot Cooler it should be, then why not? Of course, yes! We’re in paradise

It’s mid-April glorious spring in… Hydrangeas roses red and violets b… Radiant flow’rs wiping away winter… Blossoms matching the rainbow’s ev… Sadly, in Kyiv no flowery gardens

Monday morning I’ll tarry in bed Grab a book; read an hour at least No need to rush, I’ll wallow inst… My free time, a hundredfold increa… A yawn! Lazily, I’ll open my eyes

A thousand poems he’s written Just to pledge his love undying Sadly, she’s still distant and unc… And his verses are unread and forg… First time he saw her, he’s been b…

Limerick Just for Laughs A lumberjack lived deep in the woo… But as he got older, he became mor… He doesn’t take a shower for weeks Yikes! His pungent body odor reek…

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…

Love comes not from a vacuum It appears not from thinnest air Love does not suddenly bloom It requires nourishment and care… Love begins with admiration

“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

Let us die empty Let’s take nothing to the grave E’en what we most crave Our time and talent All of our worldly treasures

She left the front door unlocked A burglar came in the night All the furniture he knocked And stole everything in sight She let him into her heart

A sweet smile twinkle in her eyes Happiness unmistakable Squealing she runs to her mother Excitement uncontrollable Watching her reaction priceless

Hundreds of poems have I written Few have read them, fewer care But what bug have I been bitten? And why do I continue to share? I guess writing has me smitten

Three boys wanted to be famous, on… Knights too; and among all the nic… They set off one Saturday To the hills atop the bay Adventure! the Lost Boys fighting…

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

I live in a four-walled box A TV, a couch, pictures on the wa… But my heart is homeless A sweetheart, no one I can call Night time in this big city