David McLansky

Freshman - 859 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

721. When A Poem Is Done 8/6/2014
722. When I Consider How My Days Were Spent 12/4/2012
723. When I Look Back 8/24/2013
724. When Planting Flowers On My Grave 3/30/2014
725. When Planting Flowers On My Grave 7/4/2007 0: 00 Am 5/24/2014
726. When The Bell Tolls 11/19/2013
727. When The Bishop Called 5/26/2013
728. When The Spell Of Love Has Burst 6/30/2013
729. Whenever Fierce Insanity, 7/21/2013
730. Whenever Regal Guinevere 5/18/2013
731. Who 6/7/2013
732. Why I Am Opposed To Elaine Getting A Tattoo 2/13/2015
733. Why Must I Dwell 7/21/2013
734. Why Some Women Stray 6/6/2014
735. Wolfe Larsen 5/24/2014
736. Woman In The Colorado Mountain Woods 3/28/2014
737. Woman In The Colorado Mountain Woods Ii 3/28/2014
738. Words Spoken Without Passion's Breath 5/5/2013
739. Xi Jinping You Cannot Win 6/9/2013
740. Xu Zhiyong 7/17/2013
741. Yorick 3/1/2014
742. You Can'T Make Gold 4/3/2013
743. You Did Not Fail 7/14/2013
744. You The Object Of My Art 1/14/2013
745. You Wear Me Down 9/3/2013
746. You, The Object Of My Art 4/1/2014
747. Zephyr 8/19/2014
748. Zhang Xin And The Chinese General 8/15/2013
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...

Read the full of 9/11

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.

[Hata Bildir]