Tide of Smarts

Just today, my friend did say
No … to accuse me he did start
Of my not using precious years
Of accumulated smarts

“Oh, My Friend,” I told him
How sad you do not know
Those blessed smarts you speak about
Already have started to go

Much like the tide, you see they are
Built when logic we did not heed
Our tide of smarts long years do rise
But now, they do recede

Quite sure you will dispute this, but
I know this fact is true
Last night, our ladies, I saw they were
Quite sad, while watching us two


Ken Goree


For you, Mr. Hill.

Between

Never is there quite the time
To tell you how I feel
A fire when together
Adore your sweet appeal

Though when apart, I long think
Of gentle, so light touch
Diamond light within your eye
To me you give so much

Your bright, and joyful laughter
Rings precious in my ears
I hope to often hear it
Though many blessed years

Finding that I see you smile
Sometimes with thoughts risqué
I wouldn’t want to change that
We’re blessed to share that way

I often sit alone to ponder
How felicitous we met
I wish the wait to end, or
Find patience so not to fret

During times when We can’t be
My thoughts quite often seem
To fix your face within my mind
Across space that is between


Ken Goree

First Book!!!

The first book from this poetry blog, should be available online in the next couple of days.  I'll include a link to it when it is ready.

Ken

Fort

Long ago
By time and space
While playing with my friends
School was out
For woods we ran
To achieve our playful ends
Our ideas
For fun did flow
We'd make ourselves a fort
But the wood
We did not have
Our great plan we might abort
Then the scraps
From building site
We found were to our liking
We did build
A great clubhouse
The hangout for we friends
There we spent
A summer day
That seemed to never end


Ken Goree

When we were kids we built a lot of forts in the woods
behind my neighborhood. I'm not exactly sure that the
construction crews were finished with that wood, however.
Oops!

Night Terrors

Dark terror in the night
Gripping heart in cold
Jagged squeeze

Holding voice silent
Without chance to scream
Warning

Limbs bound tight with
Ropes of sharp panic’s
Strength

Senseless mind’s scattering
In rabbit-like frenzy of
Fear

Dark terror in the night
Releases its hold
Grudgingly

Fading quickly from memory
Fog running before
Sunlight


Ken Goree


My daughter talked me into watching a horror movie last night.  I wasn’t impressed, just the same old “teenagers making bad choices, get their come-uppance,” through going insane or being murdered.  Happily, a dog started barking back in the wetlands behind my house, where no dog has barked before.  My daughter went out to see what it was.  Then I did something I have never done to my kids before, I played on her fear … “Carly, careful, it might be The Other Twin (one of the evil legends in the movie).”  I’m not sure I have ever seen her move that fast.  I wish I had tried that when I was coaching her softball team, we would have been champions.