Karl Stuart Kline Poems

Like vampires stealing children,
Slavers slip through the dark shadows of the night
Hunting for the innocents
Before the dawning of another days’ light
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I'm going without Peggy
And it seems so strange
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My past is full of
Lovers lost and lovers found.
They're proof to me that
In this world love abounds.
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Beautiful women are objects of admiration,
Especially when they are innocent and chaste.
Virginity is valued for prospective brides
And is not to be sacrificed to thoughtless haste
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This I know... I have one!
She is very special
I think she’s beautiful
And so very unusual...
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Never mind statutory, again
I’m not talking about young lovers...
This is serious stuff... It’s PAIN
To be endured over and over...
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There they stand, hats in hand,
Turning their faces to the wall..

No involvement, No absolvement,
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I’m a poet who would right the wrongs of this world,
But it’s not so easily done.
My empathy is my strength and my weakness, too,
With others I can be as one
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She helps me take off my coat and hat-
I know my sensuous woman’s where it’s at-

To look into her hard brown eyes,
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The inspiration for this poem was in the story of Greek prostitutes kidnapped from Albania and forced to work as sex slaves until arrested and deported as illegal immigrants... It's not justice, but it's an escape - then again, maybe not...

It can’t happen,
Or so you thought,
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