David McLansky

Freshman - 944 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

641. The White Ship (2) 3/1/2013
642. The White Ship (21) 3/23/2013
643. The White Ship (25) 3/31/2013
644. The White Ship (27) 4/1/2013
645. The White Ship (28 V.2) 4/2/2013
646. The White Ship (28) 1/26/2013
647. The White Ship (29) 4/3/2013
648. The White Ship (3) 3/3/2013
649. The White Ship (30)) 4/4/2013
650. The White Ship (31) 4/5/2013
651. The White Ship (32) 4/6/2013
652. The White Ship (33) 4/7/2013
653. The White Ship (34) 4/8/2013
654. The White Ship (35) 4/9/2013
655. The White Ship (37) 4/10/2013
656. The White Ship (38) 4/11/2013
657. The White Ship (4) 3/4/2013
658. The White Ship (40) 4/12/2013
659. The White Ship (41) 4/13/2013
660. The White Ship (42) 4/14/2013
661. The White Ship (44) 4/15/2013
662. The White Ship (46) 4/16/2013
663. The White Ship (5) 3/5/2013
664. The White Ship (50) 4/17/2013
665. The White Ship (51) 4/18/2013
666. The White Ship (52) 4/18/2013
667. The White Ship (6) 3/6/2013
668. The White Ship (8) 3/8/2013
669. The White Ship (9) 3/9/2013
670. The White Ship.(24) ....... 1/26/2013
671. The Wife's Reply 5/26/2013
672. The Wild Boy 5/4/2014
673. The Wild Sucker Tree 4/7/2014
674. They Transferred Her Home To Die 7/25/2013
675. Thinking Backwards 6/18/2013
676. This Coming Day 7/17/2014
677. This Mortal Life 10/28/2013
678. Thoreau's Wife 1/23/2013
679. Thoughts Of An Irish Slave In Scotland 924 A.D. 1/10/2013
680. Thyrsis 12/24/2013
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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