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 on line And subscribe – since my brother did try it, He gets his in the mail before mine! Colorado is where he...

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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 my interest waning And I’m sure it’s not just me. Aren’t the editors aware of When a story is too long? For as readers,...

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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 your name. A call came through soon after For the winner’s home address And Jeff playfully explained to us, As if it would impress: “Now...

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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 in Manhattan, without a trace of pollution or smog, but the harsh winters made me dream again of living in the warm...

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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 everything O you were so kind to me but I must destroy The life in New York City is harsh Whatever was done...

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