Childhood New York Poems

Golden Lady 

When I was little my mother used to tell me...
Life is not a novel
I chose life as a theater
When I was little my...

Read More

Brooklyn, New York is my hometown,
There's always something going down.

So many different places, Religions, and races,
Walking so fast you'll only get a glimpse of their...

Read More

I dream of a time when it was raining.
skies draped in sheets of nighttime
I'm hiding...
barefoot I feel the sensation
of the chills sent up my spine
by...

Read More

Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

Read More

Still Daylight
In the Dark

The days are gathering…
dust, 
and so am I. 
Not intentionally, 
but metaphorically. 

I longed to have more time. 
I dreamed I could...

Read More

In the 30’s, right on Broadway,
For a temporary stay,
Are a dozen lit-up seesaws
Meant for passers-by to play.

Once a staple of each playground,
Now a seesaw is...

Read More

We drove the brand-new Tappan Zee;
It’s modern and it’s sleek.
Only one direction’s finished;
It’s been open for a week.

The other side will join the club
Real soon...

Read More

On the lower east side were a melting pot
just a bunch of city kids with no sandlot
this particular day being extremely hot
fanning ourselves with all...

Read More

Childhood in New York

Childhood in New York 
 
Pocket change dangling from open pockets 
candy stores soda fountains five and dimes 
root beer floats licorice...

Read More

I walked through Harlem just the other day. The Harlem I knew as a child has totally gone away. I use to play hooky from...

Read More

Daddy, there’s a hole in the big blue sky
Daddy, there’s a hole can you tell me why
Daddy, where are those  buildings that made up...

Read More

In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
              ...

Read More