Franklin M Kline Poems

To practice stoicism is to live with reason
To face the world with courage and grace
To not be swayed by pleasure or treason
To find contentment in your own place
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Love is not a feeling but an action a verb

It's the way you treat someone not just a word
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Your ghost still lingers on this breeze,
the scent of moments, lost with ease.
Laughter rings, though you're not here,
Each memory whispered, a held in tear.
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In a cobwebbed corner of my heart,
she spun a love so sweet,
I offered her a banquet,
but she only sought a quick treat.
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Good and true friends are hard to find
But they are worth more than silver and gold
They are the ones who stand by our side
When the world seems dark or feels cold
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In life's short journey, a friendship true,
Is a treasure so rare for the both of you.
A genuine bond where you give and share,
In joys and sorrows, who will always be there.
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Beneath the Northern California night skies,
Where the truth stays hidden behind smiling eyes,
There lives a woman with an awful face,
So she hides it behind a mask of silk and lace.
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You don't get to break your own belongings
and then blame me for the wreckage.
I am not your scapegoat.
Not your emotional punching bag.
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Love, a mystery so deep,
A secret none can keep,
A puzzle few can complete,
A patch of sinking sand on a slab of concrete
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In a web of deceit, from a woman I once knew.
She said that she loved me but her love was un TRUE.
A facade of affection, and a mask of concern,
My trust she did fracture, it was one hell of a burn.
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