Mystery

Ancient, dusty chest
Scratched, dented, smudged – locked secure
Delights or demons within?


Ken Goree


This poem is a Katuata, another Japanese form.  A Katuata is an unrhymed poem, with a 5-7-7 syllable pattern.

Restless Silent Night

I feel the silent
Catch in your
Breath
When night has fallen
When peace should
Wipe clean
Concerns
Of the day,
Week,

Life

I am here

As you sink 

Into the night

When your warrior
Gives way to the
Child who should be
Awed by starlight,
Moonbeams and the
Knowledge that
Angels watch over
her sleep

I am here

What coal black

Gremlins
Creep in at night
Casting
Icewater
Over your skin
Scratching and clawing
To reopen
Past wounds on your

Heart and soul?

I am here

When vacuum
Clutches
Trying to Empty
Heart of
Joy and hope
That has been
Growing,
To cast them
Into the
Abyss

I am here

When your
Nightmare
Trapped mind,
Scrambling for
Escape,
Cries out
Soundlessly
For the hand
Of love
And Strength

I am here

Ken Goree

Carbo Karlton

Steely eye
Iron will
Head forward

In concentration
Frozen
Ready to
Strike

Head nods

Muscles begin
Moving in
Harmony
With coordination
Of a

Ballet

Pendulum like
Smoothly
Forward
Back
And accelerating
Forward
A strike


Ken Goree

Bunny Cinquain

Bunny
Soft and active
Bounces with energy
And shares a wildly joyous mood
With me

Ken Goree

Sensuous Fruit

Sometimes the scent of foods
Our senses do beseech
In the summer time, I like
A juicy, luscious peach

The strawberry my eye delights
Its vivid color red
Of the vibrant hue of it
It’s lovely, can be said

The feeling of the kiwi fruit
So fuzzy and so fun
It seems just after starting one
I realize that it’s done

The tingle of a pineapple
Excites my tip of tongue
I’m sure for generations
Islanders have sung

It’s hard to think a fruit can make
Any kind of sound
Except when those ripe apples are

Dropping on the ground

Ken Goree