David McLansky

Freshman - 854 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

521. Sodom''s Lament (A Riff) 12/18/2012
522. Spanish Civil War Veteran Eulogy 4/5/2014
523. Spanking The Monkey 2/10/2014
524. Speak Not Of Love (A Riff) 12/10/2012
525. Spring 9/15/2013
526. Subject alice (A Riff For Myke) 9/24/2014
527. Subject riff On Julie 's Coded Love Note Written In Lemon Juice On The Back Of A Grocery Slip 5/21/2014
528. Subject riff On Woman-Of-Poem's Cursed-Blessings 4/7/2014
529. Subject riff On Womanzsoul Fishing For Peace 4/7/2014
530. Subject send Me No Flowers 5/13/2014
531. Success 11/19/2014
532. Sue Ellen 10/5/2014
533. Sweet Elaine 1/23/2015
534. Swimming In The Flood 2/11/2014
535. Tattoo 1/26/2014
536. Thank God, Marge Is Back 9/11/2013
537. That The Soul Can Turn 3/29/2014
538. The 1976 Irish Guide 4/24/2013
539. The Advantages Of A Pretty Wife 6/24/2013
540. The Art Of Product Placement 5/9/2014
541. The Awakening 7/10/2014
542. The Beauty Of This Day 3/7/2014
543. The Blessings Of Old Age -new- 4/13/2015
544. The Body Of My Temple Lays Unswept; 9/18/2014
545. The Cloak 11/22/2012
546. The Comfort Of A Third Wife 12/18/2013
547. The Condemned 4/14/2013
548. The Corp (A Riff)) 1/12/2013
549. The Crossing Guards Of Life 2/19/2014
550. The Dangers Of Being Old 5/7/2013
551. The Deer Ate My Tulip Tops 9/13/2013
552. The Devil 6/27/2014
553. The Evil 9/16/2013
554. The Evil Have No Sense Of Guilt 3/9/2014
555. The Ex-Wife On My Birthday 5/7/2013
556. The Game 3/21/2014
557. The Gift 2/22/2013
558. The Importance Of Wearing A Raincoat 6/25/2013
559. The Irish In Decline (A Riff) 12/17/2012
560. The Last Party 12/16/2012
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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