David McLansky

Freshman - 991 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

281. Land Of Shinar 1/25/2013
282. Last Poem 8/1/2013
283. Last Will 6/25/2014
284. Laurel's Song 10/21/2013
285. Le Retour 9/27/2013
286. Leave The Old Man His Dignity 1/6/2015
287. Lenny The Leeprechaun And St. Patrick's Day 3/14/2014
288. Lenny The Leeprechaun4 3/19/2015
289. Life On The Serengeti 5/14/2014
290. Like A Singer In Some Dark Cafe 6/12/2013
291. Lillian Runs 4/9/2014
292. Limerick: There Once Was A Stripper From Bagdad 3/17/2013
293. Little Girl’s First Train Ride 8/27/2013
294. Little Red Fingers 12/14/2012
295. Liu Xiaboo 6/9/2013
296. Liu Xiaobo 12/19/2012
297. Living Suicide 5/12/2014
298. Looking Back 5/23/2013
299. Lost Poems Found 10/23/2013
300. Love In Age 1/26/2013
301. Love On The Internet 5/14/2013
302. Love's Priorities 9/28/2013
303. Lyndsy Lohan Before The Judge (A Riff) 11/30/2012
304. Mad Poet 10/2/2013
305. Make Not A Monument Of Grief 9/16/2013
306. Make Not A Virtue Of Suicide (A Riff) 12/11/2012
307. Mandela's Shadow 12/5/2013
308. Mandella And His Guard 5/20/2013
309. Markers 5/27/2015
310. Mary Ann 4/6/2014
311. Masquerade 1/13/2013
312. Max 6/2/2013
313. Memorial Day 5/21/2013
314. Memory Of Eusthacia 2/13/2014
315. Memory Of My Tourist Ward Along Lake Nefooey 6/4/2014
316. Mind Reading 4/15/2014
317. Mix Up At The Mausoleum 5/12/2013
318. Mortals All 9/6/2013
319. Movie Stars 5/29/2014
320. Moving 11/20/2014
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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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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