York Poems - Poems about York

No city moves as fast as New York With eclectic promises and dynamite ideals The ones who survive it were full-ready for a challenge not a place for the faint-hearted...Read the rest...

Walkin with Hersch up the avenue b-bop cat telling me of Paris Ginsberg and Burroughs Like he's Chris C. man And we're heading for land On crystal and coffee Dig the different cries Sirens, con men and broken People asking for change hard To...Read the rest...

We emerged from Grand Central Station, Both ill, alarmed at our situation Like two invaders, erupting forth My twin went south, and I went North I jaywalked reckless nearly hit by a car. Then saw a bridge over the...Read the rest...

Hey repeat You a needer Last night the today beeper Called me back Hey repeat Ima lose her? Night wards under rains Ferry won’t visit my shores Last daymare you have? Me running out of boys Like girls cost news Hey miss Did works close the deal? Didn’t...Read the rest...

There, mustardseed scatter’d on firm cement Frank’s sense all but gone as architect- ural borders take shape: the cloister sports Blue-green algae tanks | engineer-BREW guard’d by python & html Biomedical men GIVE IT | in...Read the rest...

I heard it on the radio – An early morning crash, The driver’s fault and then her life Was over in a flash. It happened near my walking path So when I headed out, I knew I’d pass right by...Read the rest...

For years we’ve gone to see the shows Of Shakespeare in the Park, Where magic happens in Manhattan When the sky turns dark. The theater where the plays are held Is called the Delacorte, Reopening this summer, I am happy to report. A...Read the rest...

All empty streets are paved with sleet, it's not cold enough for a snowfall; the cheek-boned guy is seeking a place to sleep, he has found shelter in a warm corner down the hall! We expect some heavy snow,...Read the rest...

The sky is a cloudless crystal blue with a breeze to chap your lips I’m grateful for it, it’s heaven-sent the dawn was a celestially stamped, angry red sailors take warning It’s going to get feisty cold, I’m told about the time...Read the rest...

(a holiday vignette) I’m taking a chunk of my holi-days to work on my thesis (So is Lisa). Without classes we can fully devote our minds to them. My senior thesis hangs over me, I can’t ignore...Read the rest...

One midnight moment will hover over a grain of sand, a quartz, a glass facet, a sphere spun by a self-winding collective consciousness. Everything will change - nothing will. Mice will not transform back to white horses, tsunamis will always be just one...Read the rest...

A bluebird came streaking violently out of Central Park, it blurred over the lanes of traffic towards 220. I flinched in anticipation of the impact, but at the last second it darted directly up, as if caught in a...Read the rest...

thinking ocean life silly dolphin edna mae tilly ashore amidst cheers two squeaks for new years then boards a bus for philly. ...Read the rest...

Let's wax poetic - wax on.. We’re in for it When we enter the insubstantial country of love That secret theater, in an invisible mansion of moods it’s a resort that houses its share of speechless monologues and sore disappointments,...Read the rest...

If you’re looking for yuletide cynicism here, you’re shopping in the wrong place. This is New York City’s time of year. It’s stood the test of time and it fairly sparkles, proving that the ordinary can be extraordinary. With the...Read the rest...