David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,562 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

121. Belvedere 3/21/2014
122. Better Living Through Bad Chemistry 7/15/2014
123. Birthday Wishes 5/6/2013
124. Boaz And Ruth 12/26/2012
125. Bonjour Elaine 4/17/2016
126. Bonjour Ma Cher Elaine 4/17/2016
127. Borders 12/5/2012
128. Brandywine At My Door 5/9/2014
129. Brel2 8/21/2014
130. Bronach 3/19/2014
131. Bronwen's Birthday Poem 11/10/2013
132. Bronwen's Wedding Poem 2/9/2013
133. Bunniies In The My Garden 4/16/2016
134. But I Still Don'T Understand A Word You'Re Saying 8/19/2014
135. But What If No One Asks (A Riff) 1/5/2013
136. By The Window 1/18/2013
137. Cam Lainey On The 7 1/1/2014
138. Carte Blanche 5/21/2013
139. Catullus 1/24/2013
140. Christmas 2015 12/19/2015
141. Christmas, Hartland, Maine 1996 7/12/2013
142. Chrysalis 3/29/2014
143. Cold But Sentimental 3/28/2014
144. College Ghosts 1/1/2013
145. College Ghosts (A Riff) 1/1/2013
146. Complications 3/7/2014
147. Copper Kettle 9/9/2013
148. Copper Kettle 3/7/2014
149. Copper Plate Upon A Stone 10/18/2013
150. Court Life 12/25/2013
151. Crackers 12/20/2013
152. Crocuses 2/7/2013
153. Crossing A Hall 4/18/2014
154. Curse Of The Burning Witch 9/30/2014
155. Dancing 6/21/2013
156. Daphne In Ireland 2/13/2013
157. Dare I Chart My Own Decline? 4/3/2015
158. David And Absalom 4/10/2014
159. David And Elaine’s Epic Birthday Battle May 12/8/2013
160. Death Remains My Enemy (A Riff) 11/27/2012
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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Galatea (A Riff)

What perfection in eye and cheek,
She shifts her body, I cannot speak,
Her back's soft light of muscled bone
That I would frame in marble stone;

What arrogance in handheld tool
That I could take what's learned in school
And reproduce her subtle beauty
Oh Pygmalion, you fail in duty.

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