Karl Stuart Kline

Las Vegas, Nevada - When there was only one saloon in town!
Karl Stuart Kline
Las Vegas, Nevada - When there was only one saloon in town!
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(3.21) Storm's End

Rating: 2.7

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

I fly before a fearsome gale,
A chill wind that blows until noone knows
In what direction I sail

I’m tossed about like a wooden chip,
My yardarms moan, my canvases groan

And I teeter on an abyss lip....
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Brian Jani 17 May 2014

Stuart Nicely layed down.it flows nicely.well done

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Herman Dexter 14 May 2014

We recorded this in a song: http: //www.ohmstudio.com/session/214001/storm

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Melvina Germain 07 March 2007

A brutal storm indeed, harsh, fierce, great imagry depicted here Karl. You paint a sad picture in the end. I truly like the last two lines. (I meet my end without a friend, but also without fear) . You've managed to portray the presence of God giving strength, even though one knows the end is near, they look into the face of death without fear. Excellent poem. A big (10) from me.---Melvina---

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