"If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time." - Edith Wharton
Inspired by a discussion with brods Jess Gopez and Nelson Reyes on happiness and sadness.
Look into my eyes That you may discern I pray Truth of what I say My love for you unending Beyond this world transcending
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
When I was a young teen, she was… She knew all about me, because I… Knew all my skeletons, on her I c… Ain’t my sweetheart, just a really… As always, life intervenes, and we…
Plumes of thick grey smoke rising A few miles in the distance Just our hopes and dreams burning Our nation ne’er had a chance! Sadly, thieves still rule the land
I look at the green leaves filled… For when they die they turn to red… And fill our world with marvelous… Brightening forests before winter… Autumn leaves in psychedelic frenz…
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
center A secret passion; A peculiar indulgence She kept from everyone Except her conscience!
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
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
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…
A pale gold light in the far horiz… As morning shadows retreated quick… Vanishing totally with the midday… But then, shadows reappeared slowl… Cloaking all things before day is…
Twas lust at first sight Smarts and good sense forgotten Taste of forbidden A night of carnal passion Love, not in the equation
Air horns blare, fireworks light t… To welcome the incoming year All hoping hardships disappear Good fortunes rise, when troubles… Many will make resolutions
Up high the red hawk hovered O’er the lush virgin forest Keen piercing eyes surveilling Hunting live prey for her nest Under the green canopy
In the porch, a swing painted whit… Where starry-eyed lovers used to s… Now empty in the morning sunlight For hearts no longer in unison bea… © F Aparici