David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

601. Curse Of The Burning Witch 9/30/2014
602. Crossing A Hall 4/18/2014
603. Crocuses 2/7/2013
604. Crackers 12/20/2013
605. Court Life 12/25/2013
606. Copper Plate Upon A Stone 10/18/2013
607. Copper Kettle 3/7/2014
608. Copper Kettle 9/9/2013
609. Complications 3/7/2014
610. College Ghosts (A Riff) 1/1/2013
611. College Ghosts 1/1/2013
612. Cold But Sentimental 3/28/2014
613. Chrysalis 3/29/2014
614. Christmas, Hartland, Maine 1996 7/12/2013
615. Catullus 1/24/2013
616. Carte Blanche 5/21/2013
617. Cam Lainey On The 7 1/1/2014
618. By The Window 1/18/2013
619. But What If No One Asks (A Riff) 1/5/2013
620. But I Still Don'T Understand A Word You'Re Saying 8/19/2014
621. Bronwen's Wedding Poem 2/9/2013
622. Bronwen's Birthday Poem 11/10/2013
623. Bronach 3/19/2014
624. Brel2 8/21/2014
625. Brandywine At My Door 5/9/2014
626. Borders 12/5/2012
627. Boaz And Ruth 12/26/2012
628. Birthday Wishes 5/6/2013
629. Better Living Through Bad Chemistry 7/15/2014
630. Belvedere 3/21/2014
631. Being Deployed 2/13/2014
632. Bar & Grill 7/21/2013
633. Bank Robbing To Pay Off The Bank (A Riff) 1/17/2013
634. Bangladesh (A Riff) 11/21/2012
635. Baking 4/11/2013
636. Baited Breaths. 10/12/2013
637. Baby Doll 5/24/2014
638. Attention: All You Lonely Men 5/21/2014
639. At The Last 5/13/2014
640. As Of Late 11/11/2013
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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Shakespeare In Love

To me my beauty you never shall be old,
Though Time shall scourge your fragile shield of flesh;
I balm those wounds as Time's cruel lash does scold,
And heal his welts, your loveliness refreshed;
For in my love are herbs of powers rare
Restoring as harsh Time does take away,
My eyes, your mirror, chastening your despair,
Reflecting forth you've aged not yet a day;
Take comfort then within this frame of youth:

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