Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

The New 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 is living;
We both read it and then we discuss
All the articles that it keeps giving
To curious people like us.

I have some complaints – sometimes writing
Prattles on many pages too long
And most poems, instead of delighting,
Make no sense and I don’t think I’m wrong.

Yet I’m happy for every arrival,
With a crossword to tackle, as well,
And I hope its continued survival
Will outlast those whom truth would dispel.

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Marikate Kingston March 15, 2025 at 8:28 PM The Sunday New York Times takes me one week to read, it's so big and now most pages are about the three people who have made the world angry at each other.

Hilda Greenhough February 23, 2025 at 1:40 PM A hood poem. The little bit of criticism is much like I recently did. Some papers don't print enough news. I just love the editorials so I know what others are thinking. We don't always agree, but it's worthy.

Eileen Manassian February 22, 2025 at 1:26 AM Done with your usual aplomb, dear. It's always good to read what's happening on the home front and in the world. Cross word puzzles keep the mind working well. I hope you keep enjoying the New Yorker, dear.

Terrell Martin February 21, 2025 at 7:18 PM Hello Ilene, What a wonderful piece of poetry you've written here that seems deserving of being published in "The New Yorker!" I'm not a reader of it myself, but you've piqued my curiosity well enough to make me want to possibly "Check it out." I suppose if I really want to call myself a poet I should do just that. Again, lovely poem, nice rhymes & enjoyed the "Brotherly touch." Kudos /// Terrell

Zyrool Gifford February 21, 2025 at 12:18 PM Hello Ilene, this is a lovely write. like you and your brother it was my favourite too.. I would read it on the subway and got many a raised eyebrow.. May the continue on. Wishing you a fabulous weekend my friend. Ilene Bauer February 21, 2025 at 1:20 PM Thank you, Zyrool! I’m glad you can relate and know exactly what I’m talking about. Have a great weekend yourself!

Tom Cunningham February 21, 2025 at 10:07 AM Newspapers come and go Ilene, but the New Yorker is doing something right, something for everyone. With your observant eyes you'd make an excellent reporter. Enjoy your weekend. Tom Ilene Bauer February 21, 2025 at 1:18 PM Thanks for that lovely compliment, Tom! I’d have to write all my stories in rhyme, though, which may not go over so well with the editors…

Deb M February 21, 2025 at 10:02 AM Im guessing the New Yorker is a newspaper that you and your brother enjoy haha! May it last a hundred more years ilene! Do you live in the city in New York?….l assume from your poems you do…is it really busy? Enjoyed your poem my friend! You so often educate me in many things! Debx Ilene Bauer February 21, 2025 at 1:17 PM The New Yorker is a weekly magazine and yes, I do live in Manhattan, which is the heart of New York City. It is busy for sure! Thanks for dropping by, Deb! Always so nice to hear from you…