David McLansky

Freshman - 992 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

161. Devouring Time 5/25/2013
162. Did I Make The Maidens Blush 11/28/2012
163. Discovering Charity Given 2/21/2014
164. Distracted Youth Whose Heart's Impaled 12/14/2013
165. Do Not Grieve For Me 10/12/2013
166. Dog At The Pound 1/18/2013
167. Dorothy, I Have Seen You Three Times 3/4/2014
168. Dracula's Family Life, An Intimate Picture 3/27/2014
169. Dragon 3/5/2014
170. Drunk On The Irt Subway 5/27/2014
171. Eat Your Ice Cream While You May 12/21/2013
172. Economy 11/29/2012
173. Elaine At The Mini-Mart 1/6/2014
174. Elaine Sept 12/11/2013
175. Embers 2/19/2014
176. Emily Dickinson's Birthday Present 11/25/2012
177. Emily Poem 2/3/2013
178. End Of The Ice Age 3/18/2014
179. Epitaph 11/27/2013
180. Eusthacia 6/23/2013
181. Everyday 12/24/2012
182. Evil Etiquette 5/27/2014
183. Falling Down 7/15/2013
184. Family Court Lawyers 6/7/2014
185. Fare Thee Well Emily 4/27/2013
186. Fine Memory Of Chana Along Lake Nefooey 2/8/2014
187. Fire Island 6/28/2013
188. For A Poet 6/2/2014
189. For Chana 6/2/2014
190. For Chen Zongchou 10/26/2013
191. For Kay Newly Transfered To A Nursing Home 5/19/2013
192. For Lillian: Paris Cafe 2/22/2014
193. For Lillian: In Memorium 6/12/2013
194. Found Xmas Wishes To Elaine 7/12/2013
195. Fragment 11/23/2014
196. Fragment From The Pilgrim Road 9/2/2013
197. Friends Move Away 5/27/2014
198. From The Paris Hilton Poetry Book 4/7/2014
199. Furies Of Hate 6/24/2013
200. Galatea (A Riff) 11/24/2012
Best Poem of David McLansky

9/11

They told us all 'to just stay put, '
Breathing ashes and blackened soot,
'Put a towel against the door, '
'Wet it first, put it on the floor; '
'The Firemen were on the way, '
That's what 911 said that day;
But I've always had an ornery streak,
When told to obey and to be meek,
We were told to wait in that fiery din;
'Be patient, the firemen were coming in; '
But I rebelled; I could not sit still,
I would not cling to the windowsill,
I was tired of always following orders,
I had to think of my two daughters;
So for once I dared to rebel
To...

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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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