David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,562 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

721. To Wise Valerie 8/20/2013
722. Ulysses 10/14/2014
723. Ulysses In Age 10/14/2014
724. Upon Meeting My Granddaughter For The First Time 9/26/2015
725. Urbanization And The Irish 3 3/17/2013
726. Valentine's Day 1973 4/19/2014
727. Vhia, Welcome 2/19/2015
728. Victoria Spivey's Blues 12/20/2014
729. Vines 12/2/2012
730. Visions 3/2/2013
731. Visions 2 3/2/2013
732. Walking On The Morning Beach 2/12/2013
733. Warning To A Rhymster Who Is Making Everyone Crazy. 4/4/2014
734. Watching Tv 2/16/2014
735. Weaving Loom 9/30/2013
736. Weddng Ceremony 2/16/2013
737. What If Columbus Was A Really Nice Fella? (A Riff) 1/14/2013
738. What Is A Writer 7/17/2013
739. When A Poem Is Done 8/6/2014
740. When I Consider How My Days Were Spent 12/4/2012
741. When I Look Back 8/24/2013
742. When Planting Flowers On My Grave 3/30/2014
743. When Planting Flowers On My Grave 7/4/2007 0: 00 Am 5/24/2014
744. When The Bell Tolls 11/19/2013
745. When The Bishop Called 5/26/2013
746. When The Spell Of Love Has Burst 6/30/2013
747. Whenever Fierce Insanity, 7/21/2013
748. Whenever Regal Guinevere 5/18/2013
749. Who 6/7/2013
750. Why I Am Opposed To Elaine Getting A Tattoo 2/13/2015
751. Why Must I Dwell 7/21/2013
752. Why Some Women Stray 6/6/2014
753. Wolfe Larsen 5/24/2014
754. Woman In The Colorado Mountain Woods 3/28/2014
755. Woman In The Colorado Mountain Woods Ii 3/28/2014
756. Words Spoken Without Passion's Breath 5/5/2013
757. Xi Jinping You Cannot Win 6/9/2013
758. Xu Zhiyong 7/17/2013
759. Yorick 3/1/2014
760. You Can'T Make Gold 4/3/2013
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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Bangladesh (A Riff)

Everywhere I stand, I stand in water
It's wide expanse defines the border;
My country sinking into the sea,
The waters lapping at my knee;
My country now a muddy brown
The roofs submerged below their crown
The water lapping at the poles,
The tidal waves toss wooden bowls.
This was once an idyllic spot,

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