David McLansky Poems

Leave the old man his dignity
What a case of ignominy;
You mock him in his dotage sleeping,
His eyes are closed, why is he weeping;
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Oh hippie chick,
My Mountain Laurel,
Is that you standing
On sacred soil
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Castled in your concrete tower
Lightninged by a distant shower
You sat protected from daily chance
A heart at ease without romance.
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His age'd wife
Has lost her mind
And yet he strives
To still be kind.
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i was a Freshman Friday night in Night School
Who wandered the Student Union intent on mischief and misrule;
My short History Professor graciously beckoned me
Asking me to join him and Eleanor for tea.
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What monstrous, insults at me your hurl!
I inconstant in affection? Look to your soul
In deep reflection.
Can the wayward bumble bee alight
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Those who give the gift of hope
To those who feel that they can't cope
Should never resort to the rope
When they despair like some old Pope;
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A Note from Post Mistress MacLean:

I don't mean to sound
Just like the Dutch
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Yes, yes, yes, I remember you,
Though not your name,
How do you do.
Me, I'm doing very well,
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Out of the ashes of my burnt home,
Sifting the ruins of dust and bone;
Out of the darkness and desolation,
Comes the glimmer of restoration;
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