David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,564 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

1. dying Men 5/20/2014
2. en Route: La Charite Sur Loire (For Christian) 4/13/2014
3. in Memory Of Isaac Babel 5/13/2014
4. in Praise Of Older Women 3/24/2014
5. irish Protest 2/22/2014
6. ironic Nights 5/12/2014
7. le Retour 4/17/2014
8. night Ledger 4/21/2014
9. old Eskimo Afloat 4/5/2014
10. riff On Julie's Zodiac Love Date 5/25/2014
11. riff On Laurel's Autumn Anniversary 2/16/2014
12. riff On Laurel's Wishing Him Back 6/15/2014
13. riff On Olive Oil's Old Love 5/21/2014
14. riff On Pj's Riff On Jsyn's Poem 4/23/2014
15. riff On Princess Julie 4/4/2014
16. riff On Woman Of Poems A Lofty Man Of Intellect 5/9/2014
17. rifff On Eileen's Mighty Insect 5/6/2014
18. said The Gypsy To The Shepherd Maid (Part Ii) 4/4/2014
19. soul Mates 3/1/2014
20. stalking The Wild Giraffe 3/25/2014
21. the Power Elite 3/20/2014
22. to Your Words I Add Wtih Zest 2/19/2014
23. (15) The White Ship 3/18/2013
24. (19) The White Ship 3/22/2013
25. 1933 4/1/2014
26. 1941 10/4/2013
27. 9/11 10/13/2013
28. A Riff On Kevin East's Fine Poem: Morris Minor 2/26/2013
29. A Bard Limp Stands 8/9/2013
30. A Cry For Motherland: A Suggestion To Bolami Lawal 1/17/2013
31. A Dried Rose 2/11/2015
32. A Good Thing? 6/28/2013
33. A Lovers Request 3/28/2015
34. A Memory Of Miss Elly Funky Boots 6/21/2013
35. A Modest Proposal To The British 5/12/2015
36. A Poem Dedicated To Caleb Brennan 10/27/2013
37. A Poet's Lament 2/20/2014
38. A Proposal To Valerie Dohren 8/18/2013
39. A Raptor Christmas 6/6/2014
40. A Riff On A Room With A View 2/9/2013
Best Poem of David McLansky

in Praise Of Older Women

Give me not
Your nubile girls
Experts on the course of life,
Whose baby cheeks
Unshadowed eyes
Bespeak the fact
They've never cried.

Give to me
A love of sorrow
Whose flesh has known
Fear of tomorrow;
Whose hands have shaken
With life's knowledge
Never gained
By years of college.

Give to me
A love whose sated
Scores of lovers
Proved ill-fated,
Grateful for the touch
That brings
The revival of
Youth's fateful Spring.

Give me not
Your heart unbroken,
The n'er betrayed
By words unspoken,
Who never ...

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The Cloak

The Cloak

Give to me
Your web of sorrow
And I will weave it
On the morrow
Into a cloth of shimmering gold
Interlaced with spells of old,
Chants against the days of sadness,
Armor for the days of madness;
Protecting hearts not meant to be
Stunned by life's harsh threnody.

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