Best Newer Poems

Tourists here to visit
In their multilingual voices
Have so many things to see
Including lots of newer choices.

The High Line, great for walking,
Built on railroad tracks forsaken,
Now endowed with gorgeous plantings,
Is a route most often taken.

The Oculus, a shopping mall
And transportation center
Is an architect’s fulfillment
Of a dream...

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Haiku
  The rose of yesterday
  Has lost allure 
 Since it was put in a vase

A cypress unwraps
When someone expires
Says the legend 

A tulip sways in Dutch pasture
Before being cut
Wrapped in cellophane and sold...

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Pon a time when history
Began with archeology
When scale skinned creatures left the sea
Evolved in time to you and me

Could be said it went awry
Parents gone, no time to cry
Buttons pressed ignited sky
Carbonised to crumble dry

First the west and then the east
Named the other as the...

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Jesus was walking on water
And stepped on a furry otter
God yelled, "Hey down there!
You should be aware
You're treading on Harry Potter!"...

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It lay gleaming in the window
It was the day after payday
You newer know when you are in too deep

I went inside
Looking at a diving watch, a quite good-looking one
You newer know when you are in too deep

A pretty shop assistant
Her smell
You newer know when you...

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All my older poems called a meeting
They don't like what they're seeing
As the newer poems are being read they're being left behind

At one time they we're top dogs
Now just another bump on the log
They want to do something about it and feel now is the...

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The road to death is always under construction
There is no fire or brimstone down below
Hell offers comfort to one and all discounted
Sinners and seniors move in for free

Pain is a figment of the imagination
The administration would never lie to you
We have a kinder candy coated...

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Mid winter weather,
mother earth in newer raiments,
of tall trees, nowadays....

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At 13, I used old tissue paper
	to craft my best friend her wedding veil—
	a drapery, thrown together in a flurry,
	taping together parchment scraps, fragile and pale.

I ripped my old notes to craft her a crown,
to set atop her wind-braided brown mane.
The night before, I spun...

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