Monday, June 20, 2011


When morning dew on rose I find
A happy sigh escapes me
I hope the drops won’t blemish it
A perfect bloom I’d give thee

Pink, the hue of blossom opened
And sweet perfume it shares
As I reach out my hand to you
Forget your troubles and cares

Ken Goree


  1. When you reach out to me, my soul feels complete. I am strong, I am happy, and I am me. Thank you for taking my burdens, smiling, and showing me that man is not just in this for himself. Your heart is bigger than the moon.

  2. And another poem from an anonymous "mystery poet."