Karl Stuart Kline

Rookie (2/16/50 / Las Vegas, Nevada - When there was only one saloon in town!)

Karl Stuart Kline Poems

81. For A Distant Friend... 5/14/2007
82. For Marina, Christmas,2008 12/24/2008
83. Gang Bang 12/19/2006
84. Good Help Is Hard To Find (Twitter) 12/29/2009
85. Good Women 3/25/2007
86. Guatemala Unanswered 6/12/2008
87. Happy Next Year! 1/20/2008
88. Happy Next Year,2010! 12/30/2009
89. Hunter's Moon - About The Poem 4/3/2008
90. Iran Limerick 10/13/2009
91. Irksome 11/14/2006
92. Just Because We'Re Men 2/12/2008
93. Modern Slavery 4/22/2009
94. My Love Is Something I Can'T Hide 1/25/2010
95. My Tweet Poetry 12/7/2009
96. No Rest For The Wicked 2/4/2010
97. Ole George Ducker 12/14/2008
98. Opium, Fresh Milk And Strong Shoes 6/22/2008
99. Picture This... (I Think You Can!) 7/12/2008
100. Pock Marked Wall 10/16/2009
101. Preachers And Presidents 7/2/2008
102. Prose Poem 1/18/2007
103. Roses Three 1/25/2010
104. The African Collection (A True Story!) 12/19/2006
105. The Celtic Queen 5/27/2008
106. The Last Poet (7/8/2001) 3/31/2007
107. The Onion Man 6/12/2008
108. The Onion Man Ii 6/17/2008
109. The Poor Poet 10/20/2009
110. The Runaway (Caged With Psychotics!) 2/15/2008
111. The Runaway Ii 4/14/2008
112. The Widower 1/26/2010
113. Too Many Sad Songs 1/27/2010
114. Truest Love 1/25/2010
115. Twitter On Iran 12/29/2009
116. Twittering Poetry 12/7/2009
117. We All Agree (Children As Victims...) 12/24/2006
118. Wicked Dreams 9/14/2009
119. Witness... 4/4/2007
120. You There With Your Toys! 7/1/2008
Best Poem of Karl Stuart Kline

(2.2) Waking With Robert Frost (Written 9/11/2001 - 7am)

I woke up with Robert Frost this morning...
with sweep of wind and downy flake
I woke and I could see without warning
His Woods as his little horse gave his head a shake...

The road less taken has brought me here
To where I’ve stopped without a farmhouse near
Meditating on what has brought me to this queer
Circumstance and I pause in solitary fear,

Thinking back to words unsaid and deeds undone
Realising that I am fortunate that they are few...
I can see that my Self is greater than the sum
Of my parts, even though I still have much to do

My ...

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(1.5) The Dreamer

The full moon beckons
To my heart
And clutches that most
Important part

With dark dreams of those
Lonely nights
And a lovely lady that
Fades from sight

Fantasies that now fade
With daylight
And make me yearn again
for the night...

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