David McLansky

Freshman - 991 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

681. Thoreau's Wife 1/23/2013
682. Thoughts Of An Irish Slave In Scotland 924 A.D. 1/10/2013
683. Thyrsis 12/24/2013
684. Time Was 3/29/2014
685. Time Won’t Stand Still 6/23/2013
686. Timeless Love 3/21/2014
687. To A Night Dove 4/27/2014
688. To A Persian Poet 6/8/2014
689. To A Poetess I Loved Before 9/15/2013
690. To A Poetess Who Wants To Infect Her Reluctant Lover With A Love Virus 3/23/2014
691. To An American Lady In Ireland 1/20/2013
692. To An Internet Poetess 9/14/2013
693. To An Offer Of Young Love Across The Internet 5/3/2014
694. To Elaine 7/10/2013
695. To Elaine Who Has The Sniffles 12/11/2013
696. To Jim Hiner: A Recommendation 10/27/2013
697. To Julia 1/29/2013
698. To Lainey On The Cam 6/19/2013
699. To My Bronwen 6/1/2013
700. To My Competitor 6/7/2014
701. To My Ever Faithful Elaine 8/31/2014
702. To My Ex-Wife 7/26/2013
703. To My Mountan Laurel 10/4/2014
704. To My Roselyn On My 68th Birthday 1/25/2013
705. To See This Giant 9/22/2014
706. To Sweet Valerie 8/18/2013
707. To The Poet Dave Wood 5/3/2013
708. To The Poet Blackbird 6/12/2013
709. To The Poetess Who Keeps Cutting Herself 2/13/2014
710. To Wise Valerie 8/20/2013
711. Ulysses 10/14/2014
712. Ulysses In Age 10/14/2014
713. Urbanization And The Irish 3 3/17/2013
714. Valentine's Day 1973 4/19/2014
715. Vhia, Welcome 2/19/2015
716. Victoria Spivey's Blues 12/20/2014
717. Vines 12/2/2012
718. Visions 3/2/2013
719. Visions 2 3/2/2013
720. Walking On The Morning Beach 2/12/2013
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 Silence

Perhaps they shall love me better after Death
When this writhing Spirit shall finally lay stlll;
When my exhaled thoughts exiled in sighing breaths,
My latest cast rough hewn beyond my will;
No longer will my talent evoke surprise;
My casket a pine bookcase that I had used
To stack the living thoughts that I devised.
You’ll prop my molten corpse, my books unread;
Dull worms will feed on my living pages when I'm dead,

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