(2015)
A frigid morning, in a deserted bu… Shiv’ring, anxiously waiting for a… I’m all bundled up but still ice-c… Bitter cold I could feel my cheek… The bus real late, my poor teeth b…
center Misunderstood, inscrutable, She’s an enigma; A paradox, mysterious; White-hot as magma
center Awake this morning But you, I didn’t see My eyes, I closed again And counted to three
A lie often told Factoid becomes very soon By all counts by noon Yes, lies hoodwink some, not all For who wants to play the fool?
There’s a billion and a half reaso… I stand in line, hoping for a wind… So that I’ll relish the rest of m… Aaaah! The magical power of the b… F Aparici 01/13/2016
center thoughts he expressed not in four words, but two he eats just once a day so, he’d cook just once too
I saw a one-legged man Do an incredible dance routine With twizzles and pirouettes That would rival a ballerina. Yet here I am a two-legged clod
A cup of latté Guilty yet simple pleasure To welcome the day At the deck I sat Squinting at the morning sun
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
The biting wind howls A drunk insolent hound The moon and stars Nowhere to be found The night dreary and cold
within him a monster clamoring to come out from slight, hurt, anger where all beasts sprout a fiend he must conquer
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…
Each time I see her I’m convinced more and more That heaven got it wrong For I adore her Forever she’s my Lenore
Just for Laughs. Or is it? Oh geez! summer’s here A little early this year It’s not even May But look! all the trees are green
A fork in the road To the west Jerusalem Due east Babylon Thousands traveling eastward But the road west deserted