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| down the street |
roses are read,
troubled hearts
not so sure.
try kindness instead,
peppered with words,
soft and pure.
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| down in the street |
Saturday, October 5, 2013
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- if i had a magic wand...
- chaoscacaphony
- remember me as a rose...for my mother
- the light is gone
- rhodes
- so tired she was
- a circle of birds
- i guard my mountain
- falling into
- day sky moonrise
- color vibrato
- until
- the color of leaves
- on the back of a hawk
- little fat birdie
- feather light
- on the ledge we sit
- she searched for a poem
- and
- green cascades on concrete
- if you want to
- a spot of red
- her rising
- she runs to colors
- hello sun
- we are still here
- the birdie tree
- for alice herz-sommer
- curling leaf
- colors bouncing
- she moves in shadows
- if you build
- evermore lovely
- and so
- to save
- the earth mother
- sadness follows
- without knowing
- fear and false pride
- sentience
- each cell
- where the buffalo roamed
- little hummingbird
- so tired
- by nature, made
- garage eagle daze
- my heart it hurts
- look
- cute little critter
- bees and flowers
- is up to you
- dance on
- in the cornered
- skytrees
- the little girl looked
- week daze
- roses are read
- within branches
- grace avenue parker
- little urban birdie
- between the cracks
- she stands
- you rail you shout
- tread
- my online store....paintings, photos poetry and so...
- for the sad and oppressed everywhere
- footprints of birds in the sand
- beach birds
- beach butterfly
- if hearts were rainbows
- little friend
- a gentle bed
- we want to
- kissed not missed
- squirrel time in the bronx
- urban waterfalls
- what do i see
- feel the beauty
- congross....clucktweet!
- garage eagle nights
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About Me
- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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