Karl Stuart Kline

Karl Stuart Kline Poems

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...

A thousand poems a day
Went parading through my head
Confusion reigned supreme,
A skein of tangled threads...

They’re one of your few pleasures,
But they’re bad for you, you know...
You laugh at the statistics,
There’re more likely ways to go.

I seek a haven from the storm,
A refuge that defies the thund’ring skies
And shelters me safe and warm

To stand forth in strength;
The strength of wisdom,
The strength of knowledge,
The strength of power,

There she stood,
oblivious to the world,
of the stones being hurled.

Somewhere, Madness waits for me...
I know, for I can see it in my dreams.
It's not a pleasant thing to see,
But then sanity is never what it seems...

This first group of poems is excerpted from my book, 'Going Without Peggy' It wasn't the first book that I wrote, but you can see that it is first in my heart
These are excerpts from the book and I am going to provide the table of contents from the book.

I lost my Peggy 11/29/97 after a heart wrenching nine month battle with Breast Cancer - This was included in my book, 'Going Without Peggy',
Published in April,2005...

Flickering in rainbow haste,
It comes to our chance meeting.
Following its’ pebbled path,
It laughs in liquid greeting.

Pigsty People
Letting their

I'm a sentimental romantic,
Something in which I take pride,
I'm honest about my feelings
They're not something I need hide.

Plastic People with plastic hearts,
Plastic men with plastic parts,
They are here, strongly standing,
Robotic beings, never demanding.

Brain Stemmed Roses is my most recent book and these poems are excerpts from the six sections of the book. (3.1 thru 3.6)

3.1 (from Section One) 'A Poet's View of Poetry'

The thought occurs again...
That those skeletal remains
Could have been my good friend Lynn
If she had been with me

Terrorists struck without warning!
Coming out of a clear blue sky
On a beautiful cool morning,
Leaving us to wonder why

You’re looking for women?
You want them to serve men of all ages,
Taking money from them
For you, without benefits or wages?

You were my Sunshine,
My one and only charmer
And I was your Quixotic
Knight in rusty armor

Like you say, it doesn’t pay,
But where’s the fun in writing prose?

She was my sunshine,
My only sunshine,
She made me happy
When skies were grey,

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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(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

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