David McLansky Poems

Charity (10)

The Pilgrims group, the caravan,
Was led by a preacher, a scarecrow man,
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The Prioress at Her Morning Prayers (12)

In the darkness of early morn, 

Before the sun had sparked the dawn,
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Little Red Fingers

Why did you have to end my life?
Your gun went 'bang', I screamed with fright?
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So they say next week the world will end,
Well its been delightful, has it not my friend;
Thank you for the invitation,
The floating lanterns were a sensation;
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What the Prioress Saw from the Parapet (13)

As she struggled from her knees, 

She saw a sight that did not please, 

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It's a regular scandal
It's a plot low down and mean
That a body born Irish,
Lacks the Poetry Gene;
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Hey cool it man,
We just wanted to party,
To lift some jars,
And to drink hardy;
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Kissing me
You closed your eyes
And hung upon my lips,
Lingered there as your hands
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How I wish I had a chair,
The walls so gloomy, stained and bare,
A cozy place to rest my bones
It would make this prison cell a home;
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A Pounding at the Gate (14)

There rose a drumming at the gate, 

Importunate, the sound of Fate; 

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