David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

561. The Local Elite 5/31/2014
562. The Memory Of Joyce Stirs The Trees At Night 4/13/2014
563. The Mirror 4/21/2014
564. The Narrow Soul 2/21/2014
565. The Need Of God 5/16/2014
566. The Not Yet Dead 2/19/2013
567. The Oaten Bride (2) 9/19/2013
568. The Oaten Bride (1) 9/18/2013
569. The Oaten Bride (3) 9/20/2013
570. The Oaten Bride (4) 9/21/2013
571. The Oaten Bride (6) 9/25/2013
572. The Oaten Bride (7) 9/26/2013
573. The Oaten Bride Ii 4/5/2014
574. The Oaten Bride Iii 4/5/2014
575. The Oaten Bride Iv 4/5/2014
576. The Oaten Bride Ix 4/5/2014
577. The Oaten Bride V 4/5/2014
578. The Oaten Bride Vi 4/5/2014
579. The Oaten Bride Vii 4/5/2014
580. The Oaten Bride Viii 4/5/2014
581. The Oaten Bride X 4/5/2014
582. The Oaten Bride(5) 9/25/2013
583. The Old Clochard 9/8/2013
584. The Old Farmer 3000 B.C. 3/7/2014
585. The Old King 11/29/2014
586. The Old Priest 1/20/2013
587. The Old Psychologist 5/14/2014
588. The Peaceful Poet 5/31/2014
589. The Pilgrim Road 12/8/2012
590. The Pilgrim Road 6 & 7 12/10/2012
591. The Pilgrim Road 14 12/20/2012
592. The Pilgrim Road 15 12/24/2012
593. The Pilgrim Road 2 12/8/2012
594. The Pilgrim Road 10 12/13/2012
595. The Pilgrim Road 12 12/14/2012
596. The Pilgrim Road 13 12/16/2012
597. The Pilgrim Road 16 & 17 & 18 12/25/2012
598. The Pilgrim Road 19 & 20 12/27/2012
599. The Pilgrim Road 21 & 22 & 23 & 24 12/28/2012
600. The Pilgrim Road 23 12/29/2012
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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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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