Yorker Poems - Poems about Yorker

The New Yorker is having a birthday – It’s made it to one hundred years. With each story, cartoon, poem or essay, It’s jump-started many careers. Despite what it’s called, you can buy it At newsstands or else go...Read the rest...

If the subject is appealing, I’ll, at first, begin to read, Though the facts with which I’m dealing Are way more than what I need. All the knowledge that I’m gaining, By the time I reach page 3, Can’t prevent...Read the rest...

My husband won a contest On a weekly FM quiz To prove to all who listen What a “know-it-all” he is. The prize is a certificate And maybe some acclaim From the kith and kin tuned in When Jeff*, the DJ, says...Read the rest...

Two years ago I left New York, to find my luck somewhere else, and in Waterbury, Connecticut I settled in a ranch-house, which overlooked middle-class homes groping on verdant slopes; the night stars may have shined a little brighter than...Read the rest...

Here living in the city of New York, Those who oppose me will fall Even though many are kind to me People and its city must perish Great damage was done to me The only option left is to destroy...Read the rest...