She sat on the porch watching the… In a swing, she and her love sat e… But now she sits all alone and in… Praying it will go away, and none… © F Aparici

just for laughs. or is it? i asked robbie to write me a love poem that I can post tonight when I get home

The biting wind howls A drunk insolent hound The moon and stars Nowhere to be found The night dreary and cold

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

At last, snow has melted from moun… Creating tiny rivulets, then white… Cascading, thundering into mighty… Soon, cold weather will only be in… Buds are appearing in small tree…

Overhead the mid-day sun’s heat sc… None to drink since morn temperatu… Less than a mile to go Soon endgame he’ll know Though ahead in the woods; hostile…

The debris that weigh us down, It’s best to let them go To compassion, open our hearts And let the feeling show Let the flotsam float away,

center It’s helplessness I feel Whenever I look at her Knowing quite well We’d never be together

Beneath the clash of giants tall The earth itself begins to quake With every step, the mountains bre… And silent cries are drowned by al… The rivers dry, the forests fall

I’ve got a splinter in my lil fing… So I’ll need a needle to take it… A sharp samurai ain’t worth a ding… Unless my finger, I can do withou… But should one night, I meet a ni…

As a youth, I felt like superman An immortal, an ultimate warrior But life tempered my outlook Sadly, now I have become a worrie… © 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…

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

A gift to see the world again Through the eyes of a two-year old The novelty and the magic And endless wonders to behold! Everything warm and innocent

It is time to go Every night he prays steadfast That it be his last Pleasures have deserted him Tomorrows are looking grim