Short Yorkers Poems
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Deep Southern accents
today rarely heard
except in a handful of words
But New Yorkers still manage
to talk so darn fast
their reputation as windbags
forever will last
Categories:
yorkers, new york, spoken word, voice,
Form:
Rhyme
“Politics is a contact sport” —Steve Chabot
It ain't over 'till it's over —Yogi Berra
Loug And Doug
Pleasant gentlemen both, broad shouldered and tall
Good sports who respect the umpire's call
Playing the game with pride and joy
Sincerely humble, never coy
Staunch New Yorkers with their eyes on the ball
Categories:
yorkers, america, analogy, baseball, celebrity, political, sports, usa,
Form:
Limerick
Your mountains and prairies are safe from me,
it’s only your roads I want
89 in Utah, 191 in Montana,
route 50 cutting Nevada in half
I’m not looking to stay or upset your order,
like New Yorkers and Californians do
I just want to ride to tomorrow and back
—the view and the memories my home
(Dewey Montana: September, 1996)
Categories:
yorkers, travel, visionary, western,
Form:
Free verse
In the city one day
I could not walk
rain coming down
thought my story was over
But I was saved by a magnificent stranger
who stopped his car
and hailed me
a livery car rider to the doctors
Who says New Yorkers have no heart
As the Grateful Dead have sung
"Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart
you just have to poke around"
Categories:
yorkers, death, fear, urban,
Form:
Free verse
Some people walk with purpose,
Their confidence on view,
While others shuffle by as if
They haven’t got a clue.
New Yorkers, as a rule, are fast
And so their normal pace
May look, to others, like they are
Competing in a race.
But as with any rule, there are
Exceptions, so I know
Some walkers take forever to
Get where they need to go.
Categories:
yorkers, people,
Form:
Rhyme
I am a new yorker
from afar
I grew up in new york
with t.v. stars
All the cop shows
and broadway affairs
Make us new yorkers
even though we're not there
We see the devastation
and offer our prayers
We want you to remember
No matter what God is there
You've always been rude
but now its time to be kind
An opportunity to love
before the end of time
Categories:
yorkers, allegory
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Early morning, city street,
Glancing down around my feet,
There, as if upon a trail,
Sat a tiny little snail.
How he got there, I don’t know;
Snails and cities just don’t go.
Either he’ll survive or not;
I believe he has a shot,
Though New Yorkers, I’ll admit,
Don’t like creatures slow as _ _ it!
(a shorter version of a previous post
for Rhyme Battle Contest by Juli-Michelle)
Categories:
yorkers, urban,
Form:
Couplet
Sixty-seven cats marched on Central Avenue Today
In the rain, for it is April, so hey, hey, hey
They had a mission, wanting kibbles and bits.
Some of them were demanding in spurts and spits.
There was hissing and stomping in yellow boots.
These cats were an army, in strong cahoots.
We New Yorkers were intimidated wildly today.
Cats of Central Avenue are serious and here to stay.
Categories:
yorkers, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
Titanic down
Lifeboats adrift
Many saved
Many missed
On the scene " The Carpathia "
To the saved ones
The real White Star
Off she steams
New York ahead
Leaving behind many dead
Pier 54 this saviour docks
As New Yorkers race to flock
To witness survivors of this tragic ship
On her Maiden Voyage did she trip
April 14th, 1912 she shone
April 15th, 1912 she was gone.
Categories:
yorkers, history, life, loss, sea
Form:
Rhyme
A gigantic statue of Buddha
slowly melts in a city’s outskirts in Thailand.
Lady Liberty slowly drowns into the Atlantic,
as New Yorkers writhe in terror.
Gods’ heads in the Easter Islands roll away
like marbles into the ocean.
Man’s history has been erased,
after destroying symbols that immortalized
his rich, historic past.
Gigantic, flaming mushrooms have carried
man’s history with them….
Categories:
yorkers, conflict, future, humanity, identity, imagery, vanity, world,
Form:
Free verse
Advocate of rent control and $30 minimum wage
Free public transportation! Zohran Mamdani’s a media-appointed Sage
For all illegal immigrants, full privileges and rights
Defund the police, let NYC’s streets flow with blood every night
O, how excited New Yorkers are about this fresh-faced progressive
They won’t dare complain about everything there will be less of
Categories:
yorkers, freedom, new york, people, political, society,
Form:
Couplet
Feeling comfortable with a military presence in your community,
is one of the first things government does, according to history,
just prior to when government takes over a country.
I have noticed a lot of military presence in New York City,
within our subway system particularly.
Have any other fellow New Yorkers noticed, or is it just me?
This is most likely going on nationally,
in every major U S city.
Categories:
yorkers, military, political,
Form:
Rhyme
My symposia welcomes you
On Texans' incessant bragging
Examples are far from lagging
As we examine this strange trait
We look at the geography
As seen through the egos extant
Then explain this absurd new slant
That the state contains the North Pole
A new perspective will arise
In debunking this local lore
An education is in store
From this brilliant New Yorkers mind
8-23-18
For Julia Ward's Symposia contest
Categories:
yorkers, humorous,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I now live in the country
Where I can take my pet gargoyle for a brisk walk
Among roosters, foxes, and quail.
They pretend indifference.
None staring
None pointing feathers, claws or paws.
Not one screaming or shrieking.
Not one crossing the street in a prissy, haughty way
Like the stuck-up New Yorkers do when I take him for a
Walk down Fifth Avenue.
Only one of hundreds of reasons I
Prefer living in the country….
Categories:
yorkers, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
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Categories:
yorkers, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
I'm never really in a rush
To traipse through gushy, mushy slush
Like that on any city street
Where puddles form from melting sleet.
The passing traffic sends up sprays
Of wetness that's seen better days
To splatter on your favorite coat
(And splash avoidance seems remote).
So in your boots just stride right through
And do what all New Yorkers do,
Which is to shrug or maybe kvetch
'Til we complete this slushy stretch.
Categories:
yorkers, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
A candidate for mayor
Has been sexting with a stranger.
In cyberspace, his nom de plume
Is, get this, Carlos Danger!
He once got caught and lost his job
And promised to reform,
But lying, to a politician,
Seems to be the norm.
So Weiner (yes, that is his name!)
Continues to campaign,
Although from sending pen**-pictures,
He cannot abstain.
Though every single candidate
Must have his share of flaws,
I think New Yorkers need a mayor
Who won’t drop his drawers!
Categories:
yorkers, humorous, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Sat on the ferryboat, up on the top,
Soaking the sun and the breeze.
Seeing the city a different way,
Like a tourist, there’s so much to please.
Cool buildings to spot and New Yorkers about,
On foot or on bikes or on skates,
With gardens and trees, dogs on leashes, as well
As the seagulls aloft with their mates.
The palpable buzz of a sweet sunny day
As the ferry skips over the waves
Casts a magical spell on the riders, which I
Would imagine most everyone craves.
Categories:
yorkers, appreciation, boat, new york,
Form:
Rhyme
When living in any big city,
The air might be sooty or gritty,
So many will lose
Their apartment’s nice views
Due to windows with grime – what a pity!
It’s cumbersome keeping them clean.
All New Yorkers will know what I mean;
For the sparkle I got
When I Windexed, will not,
By tomorrow, retain any sheen.
So my vistas are subtly skewed,
Since with schmutz all my views are imbued.
Yet somehow, through the soot
I might notice afoot,
On a terrace, a neighbor who’s nude!
Categories:
yorkers, new york,
Form:
Limerick
I walk like a New Yorker
At a swift and steady pace.
In other towns, my gait might seem
A little out of place.
New Yorkers never saunter,
Rarely ramble, hardly stroll
For on city streets, such movement
Would quite quickly take its toll.
So when out-of-towners visit,
You can spot them right away
As they amble down the sidewalk,
Thinking such a thing’s okay.
It might be just fine in places
Where the pace of life is slow
But a genuine New Yorker
Needs to go-go-go-go-GO!
Categories:
yorkers, new york,
Form:
Rhyme
Of course, we hit the movies –
To New Yorkers, that’s not news,
For Christmas Day means cinema
For atheists and Jews.
No gifts to open, tree to trim
Or meal with ham or goose,
We fill the time with brand-new films,
As you by now deduce.
The city’s quiet; stores are closed
Except the local delis
And certain restaurants (like Thai)
Are there to fill our bellies.
We all can smile on Christmas
For the movies, meals or gifts
Combine to make a day
That universally uplifts.
Categories:
yorkers, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
I go to bed early;
Can’t drink too much wine.
They offer me seats on the bus.
(I decline.)
But when I’m out walking
I am unsurpassed
And proud that my gait
Still remains New York fast.
I zigzag past tourists
And step off the curb
When someone’s slow pace
Right in front does perturb.
I’m not in a rush
But the way that I move
Is how New Yorkers do it
When they’re in the groove.
So outta my way
And prepare to be passed
For as long as I’m able,
I’ll be New York fast!
Categories:
yorkers, me, new york,
Form:
Rhyme
SALMON OVERDOSE by an Alaskan
Salmon, salmon every day
Every time and every way
Alaska breakfast
Salmon lunch
Add some nuts
To make a crunch
Thank you fisher man
My friend
For sharing
Salmon without end
What is prized in cities far
Fills my pantry
Jar by jar
White wine adds a little bite
When I whine I feel contrite
But the fragrance of this fish
Makes me want
Another dish
When I yearn
For beans or rice
Please be patient and be nice.
Oh, New Yorkers
Call on me
Trade me fora ton of Brie.
Categories:
yorkers, food, funny, places, me,
Form:
Light Verse
No one notices any other in the middle of times square
This was told to me by my cousins Tommy, Lee and Lair.
I bet if I sent out an enormous suited up grizzly bear
They would scream and run and yell, not simply stare.
So we found a willing grizzly bear and offered him sticky honey.
He loved the idea of this sweet treat much more than blah money.
Hundreds of New Yorkers marched past him not noticing him at all.
For the first time, the bear said, I felt tiny, ignored and kind of small.
Categories:
yorkers, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 7th
Form:
Rhyme
The New York City skyline
Once had visitors impressed,
But now it makes New Yorkers
Feel disgusted and depressed.
For jutting out obnoxiously,
A giant matchstick looms;
It’s a residential building
Filled with billionaire-type rooms.
It is ugly, it is boring
And it’s thrust into our faces
While destroying what was once
The special skyline it replaces.
We all know that its existence,
Though disastrous indeed,
Has been brought about by what
The world gets by on – mostly greed!
Categories:
yorkers, new york,
Form:
Rhyme