David McLansky

Freshman - 826 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

401. Oh Lay Me Down 6/15/2014
402. Oh For A Glass Of Sauterne Wine 2/18/2013
403. Odysseus Bound 8/2/2013
404. Odysseus And The Suitors 7/4/2013
405. Ode To Elsie 2/8/2014
406. North Korea 5/20/2013
407. Nightmare 7/7/2014
408. Nightly She Sings 7/24/2013
409. Night Ledger 6/15/2014
410. Night Bird 1/19/2013
411. Night 1/4/2015
412. Nguyen Chi Thien 2 1/30/2013
413. Nguyen Chi Thien 1/30/2013
414. New Year's Toast 2013 5/22/2013
415. New Years Day 2014 1/6/2014
416. New Year Wishes 2013 1/1/2013
417. Never Love A Crazy Lady 1/22/2013
418. Neutron Star 4/8/2014
419. My Wall Clock Stopped At Five To Five 10/8/2013
420. My Old Mentor 2/10/2015
421. My Missing Muse 5/24/2013
422. My Many Moods 4/12/2014
423. My Love Dies With Me When I Die 10/3/2013
424. My Last Duchess 8/28/2013
425. My Irrelevence 4/3/2014
426. My Good Wife 7/7/2013
427. My Fears 6/14/2014
428. My Eternal Rest 9/14/2014
429. My Confounding Muse 1/11/2013
430. My Angel 10/11/2013
431. Moving Toward The Light 8/13/2013
432. Moving 11/20/2014
433. Movie Stars 5/29/2014
434. Mortals All 9/6/2013
435. Mix Up At The Mausoleum 5/12/2013
436. Mind Reading 4/15/2014
437. Memory Of My Tourist Ward Along Lake Nefooey 6/4/2014
438. Memory Of Eusthacia 2/13/2014
439. Memorial Day 5/21/2013
440. Max 6/2/2013
Best Poem of David McLansky

9/11

They told us all 'to just stay put, '
Breathing ashes and blackened soot,
'Put a towel against the door, '
'Wet it first, put it on the floor; '
'The Firemen were on the way, '
That's what 911 said that day;
But I've always had an ornery streak,
When told to obey and to be meek,
We were told to wait in that fiery din;
'Be patient, the firemen were coming in; '
But I rebelled; I could not sit still,
I would not cling to the windowsill,
I was tired of always following orders,
I had to think of my two daughters;
So for once I dared to rebel
To...

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Bangladesh (A Riff)

Everywhere I stand, I stand in water
It's wide expanse defines the border;
My country sinking into the sea,
The waters lapping at my knee;
My country now a muddy brown
The roofs submerged below their crown
The water lapping at the poles,
The tidal waves toss wooden bowls.
This was once an idyllic spot,

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