David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

561. The Cloak 11/22/2012
562. The Comfort Of A Third Wife 12/18/2013
563. The Condemned 4/14/2013
564. The Corp (A Riff)) 1/12/2013
565. The Crossing Guards Of Life 2/19/2014
566. The Dangers Of Being Old 5/7/2013
567. The Deer Ate My Tulip Tops 9/13/2013
568. The Devil 6/27/2014
569. The Evil 9/16/2013
570. The Evil Have No Sense Of Guilt 3/9/2014
571. The Ex-Wife On My Birthday 5/7/2013
572. The Game 3/21/2014
573. The Gift 2/22/2013
574. The Importance Of Wearing A Raincoat 6/25/2013
575. The Irish In Decline (A Riff) 12/17/2012
576. The Last Party 12/16/2012
577. The Local Elite 5/31/2014
578. The Memory Of Joyce Stirs The Trees At Night 4/13/2014
579. The Mirror 4/21/2014
580. The Narrow Soul 2/21/2014
581. The Need Of God 5/16/2014
582. The Not Yet Dead 2/19/2013
583. The Oaten Bride (2) 9/19/2013
584. The Oaten Bride (1) 9/18/2013
585. The Oaten Bride (3) 9/20/2013
586. The Oaten Bride (4) 9/21/2013
587. The Oaten Bride (6) 9/25/2013
588. The Oaten Bride (7) 9/26/2013
589. The Oaten Bride Ii 4/5/2014
590. The Oaten Bride Iii 4/5/2014
591. The Oaten Bride Iv 4/5/2014
592. The Oaten Bride Ix 4/5/2014
593. The Oaten Bride V 4/5/2014
594. The Oaten Bride Vi 4/5/2014
595. The Oaten Bride Vii 4/5/2014
596. The Oaten Bride Viii 4/5/2014
597. The Oaten Bride X 4/5/2014
598. The Oaten Bride(5) 9/25/2013
599. The Old Clochard 9/8/2013
600. The Old Farmer 3000 B.C. 3/7/2014
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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Galatea (A Riff)

What perfection in eye and cheek,
She shifts her body, I cannot speak,
Her back's soft light of muscled bone
That I would frame in marble stone;

What arrogance in handheld tool
That I could take what's learned in school
And reproduce her subtle beauty
Oh Pygmalion, you fail in duty.

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