Been raining all morning Grey gloomy the sky In a darkened room I sat Thinking, half awake I love inclement days

She loved him; with blind passion For in her eyes; he’s noble But scales distort her vision For he’s truly distasteful Trapped she was in the affair

One day I’ll wake up and say I don’t want anything more I’m contented every way And to the blue skies I’ll soar Someday perhaps! but not today

center Once, a child I was A long, long time ago But mem’ries fading fast As grey cells slowly go

Yes, we can feel it in the air The autumn equinox is here Days are getting a bit shorter And sunsets even lovelier Much lower, reads the mercury

In my twilight years An abundance of leisure That; I have for sure! But the days are featureless The hours dull and colorless

Most trees stand bare, though othe… Hollies peek through the snow-fill… At dawn, no creatures can be seen The chill of winter all around But golden rays turn skies to blue

for fourteen long days in triple digits afternoon rainstorms the only respite the heat wave will be

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…

At the intersection of happiness And sadness: pure joy and unresolv… You’ll find a man, no feelings and… A sociopath who’s morally adrift! No other person can be at that poi…

Just can’t paint, nor write songs Sadly I take terrible pictures to… But I do the next best thing I write about it, for me and you So, always armed with pen and pape…

His early morning cardios end At the same time he rounds the ben… Always at dawn’s earliest light In time to catch an awesome sight Gradually, the rising sun peeks

Once upon a time in a village by t… There lived a lady whom we shall c… She likes to work all day Till the sky’s dark and gray She toils non-stop for she loves t…

Early, I awakened this morning To watch the sun rise from the sea As always, this amazing feeling Exhilaration, as my spirit flies f… © F Aparici

Pure joy and sadness never coexist Neither bliss and grief; for they’… But love and hate can, and often t… Emotions run deep, and debris accr… Love builds and uplifts, but hatre…