David McLansky Poems

My delight in thy nakedness and skin;
Think me not perverse, unnaturnal born
A madman peeking sordidly within;
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Do not grieve for me, the tempest tossed,
Like others in their barks against the storm,
Though meager is my gain against the loss,
And fruitless is the progress I’ve performed;
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You were lost,
An elfin sprite;
Sadly tossed,
You''d spend the night;
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Your winter roses are in bloom
I see them from your living room
How odd to see their bursting buds
Along your driveway’s frozen mud;
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God, I’m glad that you were born,
That you were by your husband shorn,
Who left you sitting on the bed
Petting faithful Camilla’s head;
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As of late
All of my dreams
Are jumbles of
Chaotic themes
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Adam lay back in the leaves
As moonlight filtered through the trees
Which gave each leaf a silvered glow
And watched the sparkling shadowed show;
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Turn forgotten acorns into
Methane Gas
And remember sweetly
This too will pass
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You are a blessing without disguise,
And yet you take me by surprise;
Your radiant goodness lights my day,
Your sparkling eyes, two lights at play;
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The attendance at his funeral
Came as some surprise;
He was more popular than we had thought
The Deacon had surmised;
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