(2015)
The backyard no longer green Autumn leaves cover the ground Some floating in the stiff breeze Little eddies round and round All the tree branches stripped bar…
worry and panic drag us down towards misery and despair often, we wear a big frown and love we can’t even share there’s no joy in the air
Indeed, letting go isn’t easy But it’s something we must do To unburden our hearts completely And in doing so, to ourselves be t… Just imagine it is autumn, look at…
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
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
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
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…
Swish! Swish! Sounds as she shuff… Thump! Thump! Her heart beating l… She’s on a Zumba session Her face a dour expression Tired, exhausted, drained; she can…
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…
Fears are reminders Of unwanted memories From whence we were young They continue to haunt us When awake and in our dreams
A Sonnet Myriad tribulations will come his… As man travels in this lonely jour… Embrace he must his brokenness eac… Pray he’d be rescued by heaven’s a…
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…
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…
center it rained; rather it poured! sheets and buckets of water fell in just a few hours; our street became a river!
We crave attention Thirst for applause and acclaim The trappings of fame What others have, we covet Fame fortune in our buckets