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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(1.1) Peggy

The beauty that could not be seen,
But was always there.
The wealth of love and spirit
That she had to share
Was most wond'rously graced
By face and figure fair...
A gentle laughing spirit,
Always happy to be there.

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