David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,044 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

281. Lainey On The Cam 6 1/1/2014
282. Lainey’s Out Of The Rain Rewrite 12/23/2013
283. Land Of Shinar 1/25/2013
284. Last Poem 8/1/2013
285. Last Will 6/25/2014
286. Laurel's Song 10/21/2013
287. Le Retour 9/27/2013
288. Leave The Old Man His Dignity 1/6/2015
289. Lenny The Leeprechaun And St. Patrick's Day 3/14/2014
290. Lenny The Leeprechaun4 3/19/2015
291. Life On The Serengeti 5/14/2014
292. Like A Singer In Some Dark Cafe 6/12/2013
293. Lillian Runs 4/9/2014
294. Limerick: There Once Was A Stripper From Bagdad 3/17/2013
295. Little Girl’s First Train Ride 8/27/2013
296. Little Red Fingers 12/14/2012
297. Liu Xiaboo 6/9/2013
298. Liu Xiaobo 12/19/2012
299. Living Suicide 5/12/2014
300. Looking Back 5/23/2013
301. Lost Poems Found 10/23/2013
302. Love In Age 1/26/2013
303. Love On The Internet 5/14/2013
304. Love's Priorities 9/28/2013
305. Lyndsy Lohan Before The Judge (A Riff) 11/30/2012
306. Mad Poet 10/2/2013
307. Make Not A Monument Of Grief 9/16/2013
308. Make Not A Virtue Of Suicide (A Riff) 12/11/2012
309. Mandela's Shadow 12/5/2013
310. Mandella And His Guard 5/20/2013
311. Markers 5/27/2015
312. Mary Ann 4/6/2014
313. Masquerade 1/13/2013
314. Max 6/2/2013
315. Memorial Day 5/21/2013
316. Memory Of Eusthacia 2/13/2014
317. Memory Of My Tourist Ward Along Lake Nefooey 6/4/2014
318. Mind Reading 4/15/2014
319. Mix Up At The Mausoleum 5/12/2013
320. Mortals All 9/6/2013
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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Shakespeare In Love

To me my beauty you never shall be old,
Though Time shall scourge your fragile shield of flesh;
I balm those wounds as Time's cruel lash does scold,
And heal his welts, your loveliness refreshed;
For in my love are herbs of powers rare
Restoring as harsh Time does take away,
My eyes, your mirror, chastening your despair,
Reflecting forth you've aged not yet a day;
Take comfort then within this frame of youth:

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