David McLansky

Freshman - 865 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

81. Alice 6/12/2013
82. Alice (A Riff For Myke) 2/14/2014
83. Alice (A Riff) 1/6/2013
84. Alms From The Poor 5/26/2014
85. Along Sheepshead Bay 5/12/2014
86. Amazons 3/7/2014
87. An Agnostic Jew To His Good Christian Wife 2/11/2013
88. An Apology To Valerie 8/19/2013
89. An Application To Join Owain Glyn's Temperance Club 1/16/2013
90. An Invitation To Tea And Scones 3/11/2014
91. An Irish Halloween 1/26/2013
92. An Old Trick 3/30/2014
93. Andrew'A Song 3/11/2015
94. Angel In The Morning 10/22/2013
95. Animal Spirits (A Riff) 11/25/2012
96. Anita 5/9/2014
97. Anita Liquid In Her Persian Ways 4/22/2014
98. Anne Boylen 5/21/2014
99. Anne Hathaway: On Her Famous Husband's Yearly Visit 11/19/2012
100. Answer To Valsa George's Quest For An Anonymous Lover 2/26/2014
101. Answering A Maiden's Plea 9/13/2013
102. Answering A Poetess 2/5/2013
103. Answering Bri 3/4/2014
104. Answering Pradip: Why I Write 4/17/2014
105. Archais 8/13/2013
106. Archias 4/29/2014
107. As I Stumble Into Darkness 1/4/2013
108. As Of Late 11/11/2013
109. At The Last 5/13/2014
110. Attention: All You Lonely Men 5/21/2014
111. Baby Doll 5/24/2014
112. Baited Breaths. 10/12/2013
113. Baking 4/11/2013
114. Bangladesh (A Riff) 11/21/2012
115. Bank Robbing To Pay Off The Bank (A Riff) 1/17/2013
116. Bar & Grill 7/21/2013
117. Being Deployed 2/13/2014
118. Belvedere 3/21/2014
119. Better Living Through Bad Chemistry 7/15/2014
120. Birthday Wishes 5/6/2013
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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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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