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.
Much longer it’s taken Is the end even in sight? Or must we wait till when All our hair turns white! Wish we can travel again
Once upon a time there lived a som… He married a young lady who is a s… She talks incessantly while asleep While nightly he’s on a walking tr… They lived not unhappy for at nigh…
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
Dream about eternity Be excited about heav’n A place that’s full of beauty Where there’s no sorrow nor pain Atop the hill the city
O’ how I wish I could retire Before all my dreams expire My traveling feet are on fire To explore the world I admire I’d go to Paris for a day
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
Our past life, it matters not When our misdeeds are forgiven With a clean slate, we start afres… And with eyes clear, we see heaven… Forget the past? Never must we!
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
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…
Once broken, a heart may mend Twice broken, the scars will rend Pain will be excruciating Bile, despair unrelenting Therefore...
In an old, old kingdom, once upon… Wearing a mask deemed a horrible c… Then came coronavirus Plague from old Osiris Masks are now topsellers on Amazo…
Scent of cinnamon in the air Pumpkin spice and vanilla too Sensory proof that autumn’s here..… Out the window what lovely view Freshly cut hay in amber field
A mask he wears, to hide his sorro… As he mourns the loss of a friend Long will it take his soul to mend His whole world now dark and hollo… With a smile, he goes through the…
Fears are reminders Of unwanted memories From whence we were young They continue to haunt us When awake and in our dreams
The coral shelters algae near Its stony bed, they thrive within The algae feeds the coral clear Together, always a win-win The stork atop a buffalo