Thank you!

I am guessing that someone, or several someones are spreading the word about my blog.  Readership has been escalating quite a bit lately.  If you are spreading the word, thank you.  Also, for anyone who is continuing to read and enjoy my poems, thank you, too.

Not tonight?

It has got to be quite late
And I have found no rhyme
My eyelids are getting heavy
I’m running out of time

There doesn’t seem to be that much
That I can really change
My mind is oh so tired
That everything seems strange

I guess that losing too much sleep
Can really quell my will
To write some words that are profound
Or maybe give a thrill

I should just this once give up
At least for just one night
Who could really blame me
If sleep did steal my sight

Or maybe just one moment more
Spent on this little fancy
Could produce a nugget
Worthy of your glancy

I guess I’ll wander off to bed
I think I shall retire
Maybe in my sleeping time
A poem will transpire


Ken Goree

Pond Life

The pond out back too voluminous
All too soon it will recede
For the time being, too close to us
Spring time rains, shall it  feed

All too soon it will recede
From the steps of my back door
Spring time rains, shall it  feed
Summer sun will make it no more


Ken Goree


I was intending to write this poem as a pantoum, but I would have had to end the poem with the first line of the poem.  Unfortunately, I didn’t do that this time.  I may still work this poem over later to make it a pantoum, but not tonight.  

This poem is a pair of quatrains.  The first stanza has an ABAB pattern.  The second stanza repeats the 2^nd and 4^th lines of the first stanza, with a BCBC pattern.

A Good Day

A good day turns great
When a child bears a gift
It shall raise your mood’s state
Will always your spirit lift

A glass of red in hand
As I sit listening to
Nature’s sounds on the land
And evening blankets with dew

My thoughts drift again to the morning
As the fire does crackle and burn
Daybreak treasure given without warning
Memory causes my smile to return


Ken Goree

And I am smiling, as I finish this poem.  The same girl who brought me flowers earlier in the year brought me strawberry shortcake this morning.  It is an interesting situation.  Each day feels like a gift to have this wonderful, bright, inquisitive child in my class.  Then this morning, like the day she brought me the flowers, she holds out a family treat to me as a gift.  The look in her eye asks, “Is this gift good enough?”  There is nothing more sincere and endearing, and if she could only realize, every morning she walks in my room she is giving me a precious gift.

The funny part of this story is, I started a new diet this morning, and strawberry shortcake is not on it (narrow-minded diet inventor!).  Of course, I ate it; such a sincere gift.  I’d have eaten it if it were a mud pie (which likely is on this diet).  What is the harm of starting the diet one day later?

A Promise

Young and tender
A whisp
Thin and straight
A blade

Small and lost
From above
Full and thick
From horizon

Soft and comforting
A wish
Lush and complete
A promise


Ken Goree


I just planted new grass seed in my front yard, two weeks ago.  This last Thursday, I saw the very first hairs of green start to poke up.  Then someone mentioned how cool it is with a new seeded lawn, when it starts to grow, and from far off to the side it looks full and green.  Then when you walk up to it, and are looking down, it seems bare and sparse to the point that you can’t see much life at all.

My lawn is at that point, now.  Very cool!