David McLansky

Freshman - 992 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
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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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The Cloak

The Cloak

Give to me
Your web of sorrow
And I will weave it
On the morrow
Into a cloth of shimmering gold
Interlaced with spells of old,
Chants against the days of sadness,
Armor for the days of madness;
Protecting hearts not meant to be
Stunned by life's harsh threnody.

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