Showing posts with label parent poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parent poem. Show all posts

Friday, October 21, 2011

Last Laugh

Dang I can’t believe it
I got my shot this date
Influenza has got into me
That shot a little late

So now I get the feeling,
That my daughter felt
I should have given sympathy
Over the hand that she was dealt

For now, I sit here shivering
In a room that is quite hot
Muscle are now sore and aching
From her, a sickness I have got

So far, I have not asked a soul
In voice that’s weak and shaky
For soup, or blanket for my hide
Though my body is still achy

The beauty of this situation
Is time heals wholes and half
As Girlie makes some fun of me
I think I’ll have last laugh

The planet’s got a limit of bugs
68 of them are flu
I’ve had 67 of those
Carly only two


Ken Goree

Monday, October 17, 2011

Return from Darkness

Reach
Your
Hand
From the Darkness
Which
You
Have
Thrown yourself into
Trust
My
Strength
To Raise You
Back
Into
Light


Ken Goree

Friday, October 14, 2011

Adrift

So lost
A young soul
Thoughts scattered
Directionless
Unable to align
Himself to the
Stars
Horizon
Land

Within
His imagined lands
Filled with lofty towers
Forbidden Planets
Bright dragon plunders
Drawing in
Where life makes
Sense

Without
Papers run away like wolf frightened sheep flocks
Socks never find their mates
The road home, a twisted maze
A soul
Adrift


Ken Goree


This is about a young student I know.  He’s adrift in life, and resistant to learning to use a compass.