Karl Stuart Kline Poems

It was another truck like many others,
But what's inside was always different.
We moved people and we moved their things,
Where they wished to go was where we went
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There are a thousand things
We can say,
But there's only one thing
I want to say.
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How many times have I heard that?

More times than I can count, certainly!
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You might notice that my meter is inconsistent in this poem, but the roughness is consistent with an uneven and unpredictable time of my life that I have brought bubbling to the surface here. I could make it a more polished piece, however the message is complete and in this poem I hope that you will agree with me that it takes precedence.

The Runaway
©Karl Stuart Kline
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Love on the mountaintop-
Love all night and never stop!
Day in and day out,
Then we'll turn it round about,
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Take my hand in love,
It is for only thee.
Take my hand in love,
Come in gentleness with me.
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The beauty that could not be seen,
But was always there.
The wealth of love and spirit
That she had to share
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Peggy was my Aphrodite
And she was there, waiting for me.
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I missed kissing you yesterday...
I can say that every day,
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Picture This (I think you can...)
Rearranged in the Shakespearean Sonnet form...
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