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

At dawn’s first light, the world’s… New paths unfold beneath the sky A quiet hope as night is torn And whispers wake while stars bid… Though others chase their endings…

The last star fades out She’s the golden light of dawn The breath of heaven Soon she’ll colorize the skies With a brush that never lies

When young, we haven’t been around… Nearly everything, we could rememb… Whether all those events really ha… Who knows, but it didn’t really ma… Dreams and fantasies all we had wh…

A world black and white Grays of every depth and shade Our God could have made Instead He painted rainbows To brighten our tomorrows

The woods are on fire As the afternoon winds blow A red orange glow As far as our eyes can see Glorious nature’s tapestry

Porcelain beauty Understated elegance Graceful and restrained But beneath, wanton desires Overwhelm her heart and mind

Dark nimbus clouds are threatening But no! It won’t ruin my morning For with Nature I’m communing And to the Almighty I’m praying! The wind is strong, trees are sway…

within him a monster clamoring to come out from slight, hurt, anger where all beasts sprout a fiend he must conquer

He read the poems he’s written yea… Wow! he grimaced for they were ter… Now he’s worried what he writes to… Ten years later he’ll find lamenta… Guess he’s become more discriminat…

Unread my rhymes could be, it matt… Even if all my poems gain no accla… Satisfied will I be and bear no s… For my time and effort won’t be fo… Words I write describe the beauty…

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?

from a nightmare he woke up suddenly desperately trying to remember the dream, but unsuccessfully he glanced at her side of the bed

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…

center yes, cherries have pits, and doughnuts have holes life can be a bed of roses, or of red-hot coals!