David McLansky Poems

n Irish Halloween....

Father Kelly, grim of face, ....
Called these children, ....
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As a trusting tourist
I naively dwell
In an antique room
That's a deafening hell,
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Kay


A spoken word of kindness
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Never take a Muse as lover
They lay still beneath the covers
They surely stiffen at your touch
They do not like the body much;
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What will be gained by saying “Nay”
What’s modesty preserved?
Love re-beckons every day
Love is not reserved;
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I spoke too quickly in my haste,
You grieve and mourn at widow’s pace;
I entered wildly at his wake
And sought to win you, a child’s mistake;
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I make concessions to my wife
No longer expert on my own life,
My children are a rowdy bunch
Why what they do I have no hunch;
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Grandpa only had one arm,
He fell off the tractor behind the barn
This was the full extent of his charm
Shirtless he sat to my alarm.
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Should I with love
Answer silent
And not reply
My loving tyrant;
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Oh sweetly heard calling songstress
Who nightly wanders in her long dress
Singing sadly 'till the dawn
Who calls as one as all forlorn;
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