Karl Stuart Kline

Karl Stuart Kline Poems

Karl Stuart Kline Biography

I can offer no better biography than the one that was required of me when 'Going Without Peggy' was in the 2006 (published 2005) Pulitzer competition.

It can be seen in full on my web site, www.poeticat.com along with several of my poems, pictures of our cats and other relevant material.

2007- an adaptation of the Pulitzer biography was published by Leicester Review of Books in the UK, subsequently becoming one of their top ten visited pages for three months straight!
http: //leicesterreviewofbooks.wordpress.com/? s=Karl+Stuart+Kline

My other site, www.scaredsafe.org is designed with Human Trafficking in mind...!

July,2008 - The PoemHunter site has 'top 500' listings for the relative popularity of their poet members. There is one such listing for each country and another for the world as a whole. I am pleased to say that on that list, I have risen as high as the top ten (#10) for the USA and to #43 for the world.

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The 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 word is good and my debts are covered.
If I should die tomorrow I’d have few regrets,
Except that I hadn’t seen all the worlds’ wonders
And that I wouldn’t get to see what happens next

But it seems that there are still deeds to do,
My little horse has become a fiery steed...
Carrying me in crusade against those who
Bind spirits that should be able to live free

Unfortunately, crusaders take some chances,
Whether right or wrong, they’ll meet resentment...
They threaten the status quo with golden lances,
Left broken on the sturdy revetments

Of the society that they would wish to change.
For there are those who feel that they’ll be burnt
Since they have much at stake and feel the danger,
So they will become dangerous in turn